<?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-21252991</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:14.109-07:00</updated><category term='house prac'/><category term='infatuation'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='stress'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='cca'/><category term='fandom'/><category term='going out'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='weird'/><category term='freaked out'/><category term='school'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='de-pressed'/><category term='founder&apos;s day'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='TOTAL BOREDOM'/><category term='retarded-ness'/><category term='miracles'/><title type='text'>blah.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21252991.post-6500748805631788051</id><published>2007-07-13T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T05:23:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to anyone who actually still comes here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE MOVED (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.tenaciousdeee.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.tenaciousdeee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not informing earlier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-6500748805631788051?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6500748805631788051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=6500748805631788051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/6500748805631788051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/6500748805631788051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-anyone-who-actually-still-comes-here.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-645199762493023782</id><published>2007-03-11T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:19:00.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOTAL BOREDOM'/><title type='text'>viva!</title><content type='html'>dead blog dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;jane&lt;/u&gt;: HELLO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;anna&lt;/u&gt;: ANNA'S GRAMMAR WENT DOWN THE DRAIN! XD anyway hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;flo&lt;/u&gt;: HELLO good luck to you too my study buddy! XD &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;joyce&lt;/u&gt;: yaay go out! HOOOOOOO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yimin/julian&lt;/u&gt;: HELLO MY JUDOBUDDI WAHAHAHAHA. I MISS YOUR BLOG TOO I HAVEN'T BEEN BLOGHOPPING IN AGES. THANK YOU FOR BEING A LOYAL TAGGER I LOVE YOU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sans&lt;/u&gt;: thanks! hope you get a new project (: and good luck on your new project too, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;mich&lt;/u&gt;: hahaha; don't take it to heart. just that we hardly hear the choir sing! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ama&lt;/u&gt;: HELLO AMAAAAA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like changing blogskin, just that i can't be bothered. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED to be researching on math pt now but i'm slacking and i'm playing funbrain.com HEH. so lame; i played it when i was primary 2 with my bro. take it as reliving childhood then, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's downstairs and just now she forced some of her soup onto me. and i think i burnt my tongue XD my grandma's damn cute; she brought a plastic cup along for something i forgot. hahaaaaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall change blogskin soon; til then, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-645199762493023782?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/645199762493023782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=645199762493023782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/645199762493023782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/645199762493023782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/viva.html' title='viva!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-7740536024426965509</id><published>2007-03-04T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:19:34.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>geog=stress.</title><content type='html'>i'm revising for geog now but i need a break so i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get rid of the crap in my head. jeez. i don't understand fully, and i'm freaked out 'cos everyone else seems to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog last year was so much more fun ): i hope i don't flunk my geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so darn irritable now; &amp;i'm irritated with myself. -_- grah. i shall destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school gives me all the stress. and school takes away all the stress too. how ironic. -__- weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be less emo/pms-y/horrible later; sorry for this shittified post. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-7740536024426965509?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7740536024426965509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=7740536024426965509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7740536024426965509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7740536024426965509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/geogstress.html' title='geog=stress.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-1993804585156759854</id><published>2007-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:12:53.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='founder&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>happy 128th founder's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FOUNDER'S DAY! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up with my mom screaming horribly -__- so grumpy. then she drove me to school since it's a saturday and there's no bus. and there was such a huuuuuuuuuuge traffic jam outside rgs XD but my mom cheated and cut queue so yay we didn't have to waste petrol. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;founder's day was relatively boring. we were standing above the stage -__- so i started counting heads and peeking at the speeches of the principal and guest of honour. i think d.tan's really fake; she just keeps nodding her head and smiling and trying to cheer. harharhar. then i was groaning when i saw the person flip the page. she took like THIRTY TWO 32 MINUTES for her speech ok. even the principal only took like 5 minutes? hel-lo. the s&amp;d teacher says an average human's attention span is around SEVEN 7 minutes. and she took like32 minutes. stupid. 4 pages, and she was talking like s.tan, soooo slow. rawr. but her resume is impressive. &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;when she ended her speech everyone applauded and people even catcalled. wahhahaa. proves a point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;concert rocked (: gym was damn cool but there were some mistakes but omggg. still. they're like rubber tubees. ^_^ and the girl coming out of the box was so funny but i watched it before already harhar so there. el was so cute with the balloons BUT SHE DIDN'T GIVE ME ANY BALLOONS. and the head prefect got like 3? so unfair. ): i saw a guy in a van using something at the back of the van to pump the balloons; so cool :D but it was so darn lame and funny when they were giving out balloons because almost all the balloons flew up into the nice broad sky and it was like balloons galore. XD i pity the poor birds; they must be thinking like "wtf? what are these? *peck*" and pop. heh. ok jkjk. then some people from the rjc choir came and before they performed they told people to hold on to their balloons. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the choir performance was super good, acapella is it? dunno then butt was saying how our choir was so useless. &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;then somehow they cancelled the gb skit which was actually quite ok and funny but oh well. CHEERLEADING! (: was cool and the people were damn good, and the finale was the coolest becauseeee a waddle cheerleader did like an oversplit and people were holding her up in the split my goodness. must be damn pain lah. i shall dream to do that one day (: can you imagine me cheerleading. hahahaha. laawl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok fine so maybe hadley cheerleading don't suck so much as i thought it did 'cos actually the cheerleaders are good (especially the gymmer. waahaahha) but the routines aren't really. to me. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;took a bus home and here i am. no one's online except 2 people -___- everyone probably went out or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good luck judokas for your grading! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my abs hurt. and they're EXISTENT. muahahaha. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have soooo much homework. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lost without you&lt;br /&gt;dream of a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-1993804585156759854?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1993804585156759854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=1993804585156759854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1993804585156759854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1993804585156759854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-128th-founders-day.html' title='happy 128th founder&apos;s day!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-2717395087092913737</id><published>2007-03-02T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:31:08.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>shadow-</title><content type='html'>hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was the mysterious nut who kept switching the aircons on and changing the temperature to 18 degrees. and in the end i was freezing. -__- diao. heh. so loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog is scary; everytime mrs ho walks into the classroom i freak out. ok not so exggerated but still. it's freaky ): i don't understand it helppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be sports fest heats and inter class relay for me  XD but it started raining, like drizzling then it stopped a while. then when they wanted to go on with the heats, it started pouring again. lol so fiunny. stephie thought i was infatutated with squash or something lol . 'cos i kept wanting to go to the squash courts.SO HOT OUTSIDE I TELL YOU. i was sweating like shit. correction: sweating like a pig, 'cos shit don't sweat &gt;&lt; haha so lame. squash courts have 4 aircons. nice nice aircons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end the thing was cancelled. and i got my squash stuff today lalalala. my mommy's nuts; she says no collecting shoes during chinese new year XD but the dude happened to give it to me today so she said since i haven't paid it's not counted. laawl. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash was more of running than squash ): i like slack slack slack whoo. but i still prefer gym. wahahahha. gym &lt;3333333 lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my ways of cheating during pt :D sorry if there are lots of typig errors i'm typing in notepad without seeing what i'm typing 'cos my bro is being all mean and chasing / shooing me off the com. grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickie whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to do 70 court sprints for going to the toilet for so long, RAWR. not my fault. ): but it wasn't that tiring anyway yaay. at least got someone to run with me. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok stupid bro shooing me off violently. hehehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy founders' day. assembly was crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-2717395087092913737?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2717395087092913737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=2717395087092913737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2717395087092913737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2717395087092913737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/shadow.html' title='shadow-'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-4630317356674107926</id><published>2007-03-01T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:56:05.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-4630317356674107926?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4630317356674107926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=4630317356674107926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4630317356674107926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4630317356674107926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/emo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-5736781878663941931</id><published>2007-03-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:55:45.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-pressed'/><title type='text'>crap.</title><content type='html'>no time to post ): sorry. dead blog again. short post for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a piece of shit now. i think i'm grumpy, i think i'm bitchy; - i think there's a hell load of  aproblem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): maybe i should just let go. i want so much but i get so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i procrastinate so much. sigh. my french sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be so happy when the march hols come, 'cos i can finally catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an inferiority conplex; i have a problem with mysef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-5736781878663941931?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5736781878663941931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5736781878663941931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5736781878663941931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5736781878663941931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/crap.html' title='crap.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-8525983526025949515</id><published>2007-02-21T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T03:48:19.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>running///.</title><content type='html'>wheehoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't receive any letters today! ): sad. heheheh. i like my 3 mortals whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor flo is stressed. and jojo too. poor things. ): and i am sad 'cos i am so caareless in muh math. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm. had squash today. ^_^ was quite slack; in school squash courts. and we changed in the squash toilets lol. actually it doesn't look that scary really i wonder where the rumours came from. o___O but anyway the mirrors are freaky. quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much. just mucked around and hit balls. (don't think sick) and then we played against one another. sec ones are quite pro! &gt;&lt; and i made new sec one friend friends. yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we ended late because of court sprints ):  but heng only 3 sets. and i was first for all! hahahaha. new found energy! jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ackkk. homework time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-8525983526025949515?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8525983526025949515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=8525983526025949515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8525983526025949515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8525983526025949515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/running.html' title='running///.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-5982136212637094826</id><published>2007-02-19T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:55:26.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my darling brain. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 75% Left Brained, 25% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&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/21252991-5982136212637094826?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5982136212637094826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5982136212637094826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5982136212637094826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5982136212637094826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-darling-brain-xd.html' title='my darling brain. XD'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-3036891052381099343</id><published>2007-02-19T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:24:30.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>cny day 2!</title><content type='html'>hello whoever reads this blog! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how lame my labels are. -___- and very irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite fun! we went out. and i woke up considerably early - 10am. heh. for ME that's early. (: and then slacked around a little and banged on the piano a little and took out my geog books in preparation for studying &lt;s&gt;later&lt;/s&gt; now. wahahahah. then ate lunch and we went to lot 1 to watch just follow law (the jack neo film) but my sis went to her friend's house since she hates watching movies. o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heng we booked online 'cos when we reached the place the cinema was swarming with people for some weird reason. yay. but before collecting tickets we went to watsons and guardian to smuggle chips into the theatre (: and drinks. since ntuc wasn't open ): then we stuffed everything into my bro's bag and went up and collected tickets and went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie was funny - it's like freaky friday singaporean style. the plot's super lame but content wise it's damn funny. (: so it's a nice and funny show overall. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b211/crazynutcase/F000001123_PIC.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mommy drove us to westmall where we met my sis at swensens and we aateeee dinner woohoo. and i had the kids meal. muahahaha. i was so sad when the guy didn't give me a kids menu. then i realised you could ask for it T___T whoops. then after that we had the banana split where my pistachio almond ice cream tasted weird. and they didn't have half the ice cream flavours stated on the menu -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sportslink to get an overgrip for sweaty palmed me :D so ex though. ohohoh then so funny the grips came in 3s - either neon orange and green and white or pastel purple pink and white. and of course the pastels looked much nicer then my brother was like "oh purple's fine". and i said "purple's the international gay colour" then we asked him again and he said it was fine. goodness. but it was a nice purple (: so we got the pastel pack. yay. i love my bro. and i love the grips. but they're ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy's all pissed now 'cos my second sis keeps wanting to buy new shoes, so dumb. and someone accidentally left a tissue in her/his clothes so there's tissue on all the washing. dear me. and my poor mommy has to pluck the tissue out using her fingers ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SWEAR IT'S NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI! XIN NIAN KUAI LE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to say it while it lasts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after movie we went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-3036891052381099343?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3036891052381099343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=3036891052381099343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3036891052381099343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3036891052381099343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-2.html' title='cny day 2!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-6929363717643201619</id><published>2007-02-17T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:59:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging in chronological order started from the newest to the oldest lol so crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-6929363717643201619?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6929363717643201619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=6929363717643201619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/6929363717643201619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/6929363717643201619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-blogging-in-chronological-order.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-8036405353480649446</id><published>2007-02-17T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:57:49.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12 am now but i bet the blogger time is screwed up as usual so it doesn't show ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong xi fa cai! da ji da li! xue ye jin bu! shen ti jian kang! and etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm HAPPY 'cos i got new pjs in the end! my mommy gave me a nice las vegas shirt. YAHOOO I LOVE MY MOMMY. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-8036405353480649446?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8036405353480649446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=8036405353480649446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8036405353480649446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8036405353480649446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-7899300156975151574</id><published>2007-02-17T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:55:22.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence.</title><content type='html'>oh dear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so lame i'm like on a blogging spree or something -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah on tuesday i went for squash training with my bro and we had to troop out to the back gate so the coach could pick us up ): and we didn't know where we were going and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO THE WEST COAST RECREATION CENTRE! which is so darn cool 'cos baobs lives so darn near and i went there last time for. ahem. mm. and i saw baobs's dad walking the dogs! so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SPARKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanted to walk there but XD of course cannot lah. i wanna go to her house. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my squash is actually improving. ^_^ but i always suck at school trainings; only private trainings are good. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i was supposed to blog about shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still playing neopets. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-7899300156975151574?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7899300156975151574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=7899300156975151574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7899300156975151574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7899300156975151574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/coincidence.html' title='coincidence.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-3490455421889321461</id><published>2007-02-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:49:18.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines' day!</title><content type='html'>ok since i have nothing to blog about i shall blog abotu valentine's day. a long long long time ago on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i realise i like to use the word "ok" alot. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentines' day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought nice beeeg fat sunflowers for my mortals! (and my mommy was jealous. harhar. jk) and i had to put them in bottles which took sooo long and ma fan and my mommy was all grumpy 'cos i was stealing her bottles. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATE THEM, MORTALS. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently stephanie's flower dropped off which is really sad and i feel HEARTBROKEN. fine exaggerated. i have one too, beside my tv and it's still alive and kicking. flowers can't kick but -___- nvm. it's so pretty i shall take pictures of it before it dies ): sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the water spilt in my nice bata plastic bag and i stupidly dumped my shoe bag in it so everything got wet and i had to dry them using the toilet handdryer -___- so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next day etinne gave me a duck (which i strongly suspect used to be hers) but it's damn cute and it's PINK. PINK DUCK. so cool. other than the fact she vandalised its butt. o__O and steph gave me some cutesy stuff XD lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got so many nice letters! thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalaalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that was mass swim, so a group of us trooped to far east to eat subway for lunch (: and mwasa thought she lost her wallet which had 96 bucks in it but luckily lisa found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the wallet losing spree??? but poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PROUD TO DECLARE THAT I HAVE NEVER LOST ANYTHING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE EXCEPT A PENCIL! and a pouch which had nothing much inside but it was so cute ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we cabbed to ccab and were late but it didn't really matter. and after changing i was so freaked out 'cos i thought i lost the whole bundle of house cards but it turned out delise took it -__- scare me only. and renee was pestering moi -___- so i was snappy and all sorry renee. but even after i found my house cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RENEE CONTINUED PESTERING ME. to take down her name for mass swim. so lame. stupid girl XD so i just ignored her. muahahaha. so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then mass swim was so crappy. i was #98 and wanhui was #97 yay and joycie was #91 so we were all together and with the pro pro pro swimmers. and guess what? WE ALL USED KICKBOARDS! until there were not enough so one swimmer couldn't use. heh. damn lame. then mr k tan was exclaiming (about the swimmers lah) "hey that's cheating you don't need the kickboards! you're depriving someone of the chance to use a kickboard!" lol damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waterall game was sad; hadley got 3rd and waddle/tarbet got first i think. and the mass aquarobics were so darn lame it's like doing macarena in the water with added pirouettes XD funny to watch them though. and mr k tan was doing pirouettes on land too. not really pirouettes just twirling around like monkeys. hahahaha. super funny. XD sorry if i'm being evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left a bit early with guanrong so we crossed the road. and i bought a milo which was soooo concentrated from mr. prata. : but it tasted quite ok. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guanrong's mommy ditched her! poor girl XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-3490455421889321461?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3490455421889321461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=3490455421889321461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3490455421889321461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3490455421889321461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentines&apos; day!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-2707899016529367704</id><published>2007-02-17T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:32:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shucks i need more posts! to cover up all the emo sad posts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stay up and shou ye! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-2707899016529367704?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2707899016529367704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=2707899016529367704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2707899016529367704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2707899016529367704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-shucks-i-need-more-posts-to-cover-up.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-9211771476498900365</id><published>2007-02-17T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:30:31.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>REVIVED.</title><content type='html'>ok my mortal has become an inspiration for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just joking i'm just trying to get rid of all the emo posts before i tell her the link (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have soooooooo much to blog about but i shall just blog about yesterday and today. muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning we had assembly. and mwasa anna and i went to 111 to say hi to our mortals (: or rather just for fun. then i said hi to my wunner-ful mortal (who seemingly is very kiamsiap XD SPEND MORE MONEY dude. heh.) and she told me to say hi to my other mortal who was becky's mortal who i'm currently talking to on msn msg. ahahahahaha. and i did with anna who's her other godmortal but apparently she didn't hear, so yay we can preserve our identities longer. :D and mwasa said hi to hers and we mucked around and went back up then went down for morning assembly and in the end there wasn't morning assembly -___- (what a long sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all trooped up and i went to take the attendance sheet first and i saw my other OTHER mortal! (: she's a secretary too. whippeeee. and it was soooo darn funny 'cos she ran past moi and in her most recent letter she wrote "i want to see you!" super funny. hahahahaha. since i know what she looks like and she doesn't. MUAHAHAHHA. (: at least i can, again, preserve my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the celebrations were ok, we had pe and math before them though. pe was fun and flo jo dora steph and mwasa were mucking around under the staircase as usual playing on the mats that STANK. and we tried doing the thing outside i forgot what it's called. and i managed to do it to the end (with a little help from the railings :D) yay. and we tried doing caving too, the thing under the staircase. and everyone could only do until the first two stones though. and flo was soooooo funny the second time she went she started squealing so high-pitchedly. ^_^ laaawl. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was cool, we were sitting in the gallery and there was lion dance by ncc. cool. and the last person in the lion couldn't pop her cracker properly we could see the hands sticking out. XD and we all started laughing. and i was playing with anna's stitch stuff toy which is bloody cute. i want one too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that poor kristy lost her wallet ): poor girl. 80 bucks inside some more since we were going out. ): so sad I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR WALLET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went out - me jo yimin renee mwasa kristy baobs. and we were supposed to watch a movie - epic movie/ghostrider/dreamgirls but unfortunately they didn't have tickets since everyone was rushing to the place -___- guhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we just ate at burger king and walked around and went to the arcade which was relatively un-crowded (: and yimin and i were being lame and playing the drum games 'cos we love drums. yay. and we wasted money at the one where you use your hands to press the buttons which actually are drums. if you even understand what i'm talking about. heh. and we played the percussionist thingy once too and looked like retards 'cos we were sooo noob. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yimin and i and jo went to mcdonalds after i stopped them by making them go into all the shops selling nice and cute or cool stuff along the way (: and we encountered a sex shop my goodness. not like they sold sex toys or anything but the stuff were so sick there were games like.... striptease. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went out. save our poor UNpolluted minds from the pollution :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at mcdonalds i watched joann and yimin eat their icecreams and then after that i walked to the bus stop opposite. and i was sooooo happy 'cos the bus came immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUPID BUS BROKE DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): that's the first time i ever sat on a bus that broke down. sad; 'cos after we got off the bus it started raining immediately too -_- so i had to wait there for another bus which took so long to come. like 15 minutes? and it moved very slowly too; probably 'cos so many people were going out = bad jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i took ONE AND A HALF HOURS just to get home. ): so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucked around. hogged the coms. woke up super late. (i shan't say what time. wait you people all laugh at me ): ok jk) and i'm still hogging the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway reunion dinner we didn't go out and my mom cooked everything! cool mom. hahahaha. but now my mommy's a little grumpy 'cos we aren't helping with the housework. whoops. but i also dunno what to do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was lots of food and i feel like a bloated pig now, still. i love peking duck rolls! (: and i was eating cucumbers with the nice sweet/salty sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my sis is watching the panic at the disco video which looks damn cool. according to her it won the best mtv award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing neopets now! to welcome in the new year :D what a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-9211771476498900365?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9211771476498900365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=9211771476498900365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/9211771476498900365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/9211771476498900365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/02/revived.html' title='REVIVED.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-4258537861859040395</id><published>2007-02-09T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:12:26.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaked out'/><title type='text'>revive.</title><content type='html'>dead blog dead blog. sorry. really no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was normal. and during bio we extracted the dna of a japanese green pea! (: coolios. still have the green pea residue, though the dna part didn't yield much results for me so i went around stealing dna from mwasa and anna (: yay &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during hall assembly it was super funny. 'cos we were singing the school song and vidya (i think) and her friends were supposed to sing super loudly today i think. and she sang off-count and sang "from" before anyone started. and it was very loud. XD so everyone started laughing and couldn't sing properly. LAAWL. and then at the end after falling out everyone burst into laughter; bet you the principals/staff were damn pissed. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a funny skit about being kaypoh today, super funny (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no squash for me today yaay. so waited for my mum in the foyer. and today's release of o level results so all the jc1s came back. so pai i tell you the skirts like mini skirt like that. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the people not even very pretty one lor. so ahlian/poser. haiyo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; saw seet; she doesn't look like a bumblebee anymore because of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gorilla-like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hair. ): but of course i'm in no position to comment. she didn't see me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home now, the fish dude just sent some fish over. talking to becky and anna over msn msg. i miss becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirui relocated herself, acting on ms seah's instructions since jo-ann was all alone too. so now she's not sitting behind me. -ishallnotbitch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she (XXX) freaks me out, during hall assembly she dug her nose 3 times. not like i wanted to see it or am making it up, but i seriously. saw. her. finger. go. in. round. and. round. which was damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scarred for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-4258537861859040395?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4258537861859040395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=4258537861859040395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-pressed'/><title type='text'>measure of a man.</title><content type='html'>i just realised how much it hurts when i realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be a squasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean yeah, squash is cool and i like it but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tramp gym. i have an affinity for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not affinity. more like... attraction. i mean it's bloody fun and the seniors are all so cute and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in squash, i don't know anyone except 2. and not very close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want both. oh save me please. why can't i just take gym as a second cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. i'm really really sad. truly. heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish kristy had just picked squash. and there would be no choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;control my life, freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please please please let me continue going for the tramp gym trainings, no matter how extra or lousy i may be. if i'm lousy i won't go. please please please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossing my fingers, my toes whatever. and praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-856516235067210650?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/856516235067210650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=856516235067210650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/856516235067210650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/856516235067210650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/measure-of-man.html' title='measure of a man.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-1038447512994285889</id><published>2007-01-28T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:25:38.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth hurts.</title><content type='html'>went to weiqi's wake just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sorry for that emo-ness, but once you start you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked so cute and sweet ): and i put my white rose beside her and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years of mortal life in this world only. not even 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was such a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. hope you enjoy yourself in heaven weiqi! many people love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just told me weiqi was like a rose bud. or whatever flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plucked before her time, to be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to bloom ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a lot of people at the wake, even the principal was there. and our teachers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-1038447512994285889?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1038447512994285889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=1038447512994285889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1038447512994285889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1038447512994285889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-hurts.html' title='the truth hurts.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-3758198199628848029</id><published>2007-01-27T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:44:06.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it we always take things for granted, and never appreciate something truly till it's gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just a common mortal sin? or are we just too shallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal the world. make it a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-3758198199628848029?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.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-21252991.post-5907117179499920666</id><published>2007-01-27T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:38:33.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house prac'/><title type='text'>death.</title><content type='html'>today is a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiqi passed away this morning. due to complications in her operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cruel to take her away. especially when you recall all the funny times we had with her around, and the "shi4 shui2" in chinese class. and she was so optimistic she never complained at all. and was so positive. i would've never been able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a strong pillar of light. emitting brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe He had His reasons for taking her away. and it's too late for regrets. all i can do is pray for her to be in peace up there. maybe she's happier there, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone'll miss her i bet. such a cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going for her wake tomorrow. rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house prac was ok, math olympiad training was really nice 'cos i didn't feel stupid, the questions weren't that difficult and i managed to solve the question no one else could solve and the darn guy didn't believe i really understood it. damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym training was quite fun but tiring. and anna called stephie to tell her the news and the impact was really bad, 'cos stephie was in disbelief and shock and turned pale - something hard for a tanned person like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda suspected it, but it was really hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stephie told me and i was like omg. why. i mean it's like around 1 out of 10 operations fail usually. why does the 1 have to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;death   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fdeath"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;  /dɛθ/&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loss. and pain. i wonder how her parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holler for the injustice in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scream your lungs out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and accept it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meet fate, your best enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is a miserable death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-5907117179499920666?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5907117179499920666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5907117179499920666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='school'/><title type='text'>dilemma.</title><content type='html'>how hard can it be to make a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrench my heart out and break it into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shatter ME into two, then maybe i'll be able to multitask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is with education these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into both squash and art/tramp gym, and now i'm awfully confused. my mom says art/tramp is better since it doesn't clash with my 3rd lang and there are competitions and i'll still have one free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but personally i like both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i have my cake and eat it. and cupcakes and whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frick. what should i join damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway baobs gave becky a banana plush XD i want one! but it's green. i want yellow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was a horribly gross day. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAOBS I WANT MY ERASER BACK BUY ME A NEW ONE ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-7884304301016345897?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7884304301016345897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=7884304301016345897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7884304301016345897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7884304301016345897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/dilemma.html' title='dilemma.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-5359650371858208669</id><published>2007-01-22T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:48:19.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what an innocently deceiving facade.</title><content type='html'>this vill be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about the past few days. like. living hell. or worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ringers and tramp gym tryouts on saturday. got a lift from mrs wee to hpps XD heh. and mwsa and i were super late. anyway hui got into ringers XD so unimaginable. but anyway. i didn't XD didn't expect to anyway. but i zeenk i can ring the bell. yesh i can. muahahahaha. just the group thing was so screwed up 'cos one girl said she had music background and couldn't read a C note -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah tramp gym ROCKS and is super fun (: then i took a bus home myself and went home. and told my mum i got into squash, and got whacked for that. frigging shit. i was damnnnnn pissed and my dear confidante baobi received lots of smses with the f word in them for the next 2 days. i love baobi. (: not in the lesbo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so bloody unreasonable and screwed up. i shan't be vulgar here whoopee. she thinks just 'cos she gave birth to me she can do anything to me. frick it. everything about me is rude to her. the moment i open my mouth she says i have a f**ked up attitude problem. when i didn't even mean it that way. damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during pe mwasa and i realised that both of us hurt at the same places! stomach and shoulder. XD and i thought i was the only one. it's from the tramp gym trials hahah. stephee's knees hurt too the poor little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today kristy cried 'cos i took the last place in squash and i was so sad ): felt so bad. but 'tis not my fault i got into squash ): you know what. i've been dreaming about changing cca since the first day i stepped into guides. and after the squash trials my bro's friend told him my standard wasn't good enough. and i prayed and prayed and held my faith and keep the hope. and crossed my fingers all night. seriously. and i got in and i was so darn happy. and no one knows what i went through just to get my fricking mum to sign it. seriously. it was torture. but sorry kristy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ms seah was on mc today. and the whole class was cheering. YAY. and there were 2 taiwanese scholars in our class being led around by chenrui XD so during the free lit period flo jo and sho XD cool man. taught us the new raffles cheers - raffles solid and raffles jam. and shuu was so darn critical about the cheers. she was like "sounds like an offbeat bass drum" -___- about raffles jam. dude. find something nice. anyway yeah then it was super loud. and we were videoing it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i officially DECLARE. that joann CANNOT CHEER low. XD she doesn't believe me though so i asked joyciee and she agreed with me. muahahaha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during english becky shu and i were doodling in my notebook and becky's wunnerful imitation of the ariel on my tissue box is there. XD and we were laughing like shittt. and my stomach hurt. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought kristy was dao-ing me during lunch and while waiting for the moelc bus. ): and yiMOIne XD and i had fun drawing sick stuff on the board. and in the bus i was soooo bored 'cos we couldn't sit together ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tihrd lang was kinda boring. VERY boring in the first half of the lesson. and i was getting a little high and there was this guy who had a super low voice. so i told kristy "that guy's voice is so low and husky" XD and she started laughing and said the low part was true but not husky. so i told her it was sexy o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what you get out of bored people. bored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kristy told me she was jealous of me 'cos i got everything i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't. seriously. i just don't say out my problems. dude. i don't want anyone to find out. not even the closest people. like yimin says "i'm just macho XD" lol. it's like a bomb on timer in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope it keeps ticking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be a squasher lalalala XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUASH ME. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-5359650371858208669?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5359650371858208669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5359650371858208669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5359650371858208669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5359650371858208669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-innocently-deceiving-facade.html' title='what an innocently deceiving facade.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-12012702287943572</id><published>2007-01-19T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:00:10.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOTAL BOREDOM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>look here. (:</title><content type='html'>hello i am bored so i shall post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how to do question 1b of the stupid math assignment someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid brother doesn't do his worksheets. and he's doing set theory too now and he's sec THREE. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i googled teacher yesterday and it was so frakking cool. she's like this geniusy-geniusy-genius. and sportysporty sport. XD shan't say the name, wait i put then after that appear on google alamak. found 2 people's blogs on google o___O 1 from 210 1 from 212. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today. was. boring. as usual. we had this weird assembly thingy. some belly dance thingy. but the coolness wore off after a while. the musician is damn cool he was like talking into the mic and playing the drum at the same time and you couldn't exactly see his hands they were moving so fast. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee. i am delighted. NO CCA TODAY WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was spared from the torture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so take my heart;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and please don't break it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;house prac tomorrow whoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-12012702287943572?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/12012702287943572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=12012702287943572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/12012702287943572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/12012702287943572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-here.html' title='look here. (:'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-1551252765267919885</id><published>2007-01-17T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:55:27.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope.</title><content type='html'>dashed hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what it feels like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-1551252765267919885?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1551252765267919885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=1551252765267919885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1551252765267919885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1551252765267919885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope.html' title='hope.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-8284685537288686966</id><published>2007-01-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T02:12:25.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>it's a miracle. a true blue miracle.</title><content type='html'>wheeeee. posting. yay. even though i have sooo much homework. stuupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. anyway today i was sleeping in the bus as usual and... I LOST MY HAIRBAND ): so stupid. wahwah. now i have to buy a new one. but e-man says i look better with clips XD anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was as boring as usual. mmm. math is cheem. set theory is cheem. muh math sucks. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school went for judo tryouts for fun lol. but if i don't get into anything else except judo maybe i'll beggggg my mommy to let me join. (: oh well. then i was late ): 'cos i couldn't find renee and yiminoes and then i realised they were at the canteen bleah. and shuu was taking a horribly long time in the canteen toilet. bleah. and i skipped third lang for cca trials lalala. the monsieur's getting less funny anyway. and he keeps banging everywhere. idiot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went and ms seah was there alamak and then etc. etc. had to do situps which were relatively easy. and pushups oh my shit. pah. i screwed them up i think. only did a few proper ones. heh. then front roll and yimin said i open muh legs soo wide lol. i dunno. then had to do the "shuttle run" which was "uchimata" or something liddat and i think i screwed it up too lol. just hope i get into something out of the 4 trials XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and i made a sec one buddy. i don't think she knows i'm sec two lol. i forgot her name whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to class and lazed around and wrote "stacey est TRES TRES grande" on the board muahahahha while yimin covered the board with "stacey est petite une" XD laawl. then i did my math worksheet. felt quite guilty since i didn't do much homework ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went down for the squash trials @ the squash courts and i reached there at FOUR OCLOCK on the dot (: and i just sat there, the only loner sec two in the crazy crowd of chatty sec ones. BAOBI I SAW THE HELLO GIRL HAHA SHE'S IN 111 i think. i think it's the hello girl. looks like it. then i waited and they called me down for a while to clarify my name o___O since i was the only sec two. and the coach recognised me as my brother's sis damnit. he looks like one of my uncles anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then waited and muh turn at 4.40??? and bleah and i hit most of the balls except the ones near the wall and the careless ones yay. and then my backhand sucked and i kept hitting the ball at the corner where it died and rolled away. and my bro told me last time that that's a GOOD thing lol. turned around and saw the coach smiling and soundlessly clapping while talking to another person. i hope that's a good thing. or maybe it's a jeer oh dear. RHYME. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home. (: i hope i get into something! going for tramp gym and ringer tryouts this saturday after house prac wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got a nice but dao mortal according to flo. oh dear. but she's nice 'cos she replies so fast (: I LIKE heh. and that retard yimin has like... 6 mortals? and today she received torrents of letters and was so happy and got 4 letters from one mortal &gt;.&lt; everyone was so jealous lol. i shall type out a letter to my mortal later wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIRBAND COME BACK TO ME ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway on the way home it started raining damn bad and my mommy was so sad and pissed 'cos she left the clothes outside to dry. buttt.... i said "have hope maybe it'll stop raining in... 1 minute? 2 minutes?" and she was still very pissed until... IT STOPPED RAINING OMG. cool right. 'cos i was like praying and praying and praying and OH MY CRAP. cool huh (: and after that it drizzled super lightly and stopped after 1 minute. aahhh. miracles do happen eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mummy told me in the car that my stupid irresponsible second sister left the aircon in the other house on from the 28th of december like OHHHH MYYYYYY SHIT. and i was like OMG how? but she didn't look extremely sad but just said it was bad. stupid irresponsible git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeep. homework time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-8284685537288686966?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8284685537288686966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=8284685537288686966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8284685537288686966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8284685537288686966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-miracle-true-blue-miracle.html' title='it&apos;s a miracle. a true blue miracle.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-8886970115060205806</id><published>2007-01-15T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T07:02:46.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>the horrific truth.</title><content type='html'>today was... well. freaky. and btw i'll post about becky's farewell another day XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwsaaaa didn't come. she was sick. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway. first lesson was pe, where we had this super thin and skinny and taall relief teacher who weighed like... 47 i think. damn cool. then we had to take height and weight AND I AM SO FAT AND SHORT. like this stout little teapot. ): I AM ON A DIET! starting from tomorrow heh cos i ate yimin's pushpop today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was scary. 'cos florence came very very very emo and tired ): and in the end she broke down the poor leetle girl. honeybun. *pat pat* that's the bad thing about joining a board. but i want to be in a board harhar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was like this "crying disease" and jo ann started crying for no apparent reason and was so fickle about the reason of her crying -____- XD when i see people cry i feel like crying too. but cos i feel sad for them mah. then this joann ah, first see people cry then sad, then dunno what she think of make her even sadder. but then after that we ran sooooo much they didn't have time to cry. or effort. anymore. XD heh. and anna was thinking of her sis and felt like crying too. *ANDTHINKINGOFHERWEIGHTCOUGHCOUGH* XD haha. i think the crying thing was kind of redundant, but maybe can't control feelings or something. poor things. like little burst water taps! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pe was sooooo darn tiring - had to do all the different stretches and exercises since we couldn't start on rock climbing since mrs wee was awayyyy to help out at obs and i was like "wtf??? isn't she pregnant???" yuh. then after pe wazs the usual boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched so you think you can dance season finale whooooo! benjy won, even though i knew that a long long long time ago. the dorky geek haha. but he's cool (: and funny. comedian. he gives those funny faces and weird crying face when he won. so scary. wheeeee. tomorrow is a slack day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes about cca. MY MARMEEEEE DOESN'T WANT ME TO JOIN JUDO. she says it's DANGEROuS wtf. come let me list down her "wunnerful" reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's for tomboys. -___- "I DON'T WANT ONE OF MY DAUGHTERS TO GROW UP A TOMBOY" WTFFFFFFF so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's dangerous. "I DON'T WANT YOU TO BREAK ANYZEENG OTHERWISE I SHAN'T SEND YOU TO HOSPITAL" GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it's for bulky people. you'll grow fat and big sized. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other lame and crappy reasons. like "IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" X GAAAAAH. as yimin says "your mum is old fashioned" XD lol. but anyway. i shall still go for the trials! and if i don't get into the other 3 ccas i'm trying for, then i'll just persuade my mum like BEGGGGG her to let me join judo if i get in. that is. IF. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm going for squash, judo, art/tramp gym and ringer trials. though i haven't asked about the art/tramp ones since mrs wee ain't here. and judo also. i emailed the teacher. TOO SCARED TO ask ms haha. XD if you know what ms is. it's kinda obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-8886970115060205806?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8886970115060205806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=8886970115060205806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8886970115060205806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/8886970115060205806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/horrific-truth.html' title='the horrific truth.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-1978400672355659824</id><published>2007-01-09T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:16:33.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-pressed'/><title type='text'>always pee before a lecture!</title><content type='html'>short post for now. maybe i'll continue later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was.. normal. dance for aesthetics - sorry everyone i really thought it was art XD but anyway. had dance.... MAMBO! damn cool haha i'm the girl and jo's the boy again XD and during recess we 3 kind souls - flo jo and i went to help the class get the raffles history books from the needlework room. and jo was explaining all about christianity just bcos i said "come on do a good deed and maybe your prayers will be more effective" and off she went o____O and flo was so funny both of us were laughing so hard we almost cried. XD so funny. then dance - cool. and nice. nicer than chacha haha. AND MUCH FASTER! :D and the teacher uses cool songs like black eyed peas whooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then music for the other onethird of the lesson. and it was damn cool! i kept humming do you hear the people sing but first song was the cuckoo one then second one was just rhythm. and then finally the nice song! and the teacher kept telling us to sing more macho-ly lol. she can sing damn well, like the real musical people. woah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cle - elected class comm. was quite sad when i wasn't chair or vice chair bcos i really wanna be and get the nice badge and extra cca point. haha. but anyway... i'm a secretary! (: KRISTY WE ARE BUDDIES (: darrell's chair of 210 and chewee's chair of 212. thirteeners! whooo XD and my class chair is talia and vice chairs are ANNA (: haha and sze min. and el and minyee are 210's vice chairs. wheeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch then rs in the hall. and the lecture was so boring anna and i started passing letters. and there were 2 people sleeping -____- we should record her lecture and use it as a lullaby. bleah. then i had this sudden urge to pee and it became increasingly urgent and buey tahan but then can't go toilet. so i had to sit there like an idiot. and i felt like a pregnant woman about to give birth with a boring droning *!@#*!. mmm. and finally i went to pee after the bloody lecture. and i felt like cursing her so much. grahh. my mum was like "wait you get liver problem" XD not my fault lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to class and anna played nice songs on her nice guitar wheeeee and then jo went off for handbells prac and i went to pe dept to find the teacher ic for the cca but i don't think he was there. i'm going tomorrow while waiting for the 3rd lang bus. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;still quite sad about the chair thingy. haha. hope i can be next year or something. or hopefully i can become a pit or psl next year. hope people believe in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then while waiting in the foyer i saw stephanie and her pit friend who was promoting school socks then i was supposed to buy but no stock lol. XD so funnny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-1978400672355659824?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1978400672355659824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=1978400672355659824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1978400672355659824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/1978400672355659824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/always-pee-before-lecture.html' title='always pee before a lecture!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-5160627377076855005</id><published>2007-01-08T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T04:01:54.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>don't dream it's over.</title><content type='html'>MY BROTHER'S AT OBS WHOOOHOOOO! haha. that sounds a little mean. but i don't think he'll be missed, as long as he comes home in one piece can liao. heheh. XD he's got cool mosquito repellent haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for 100m 200m long jump and discus for sports fest, and now i feel so dumb. 'cos there are trackers, and it's not like i'm very fast. and 'tis an embarrassment. and long jump and discus are new to me. omgaaaaawd. gah. but i just wanted to try. oh well. TAKE A CHANCE! (: hope i do good! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had math english recess geog history lit today. quite ok, didn't really start on REAL lessons except lit and english. bleah to ms seah. haha jk ^__^ she's quite nice, only when she's pissed it's a little creepy. have commonwealth essay and some research to do ): and a little math thing - more like self intro kind of thing. for math the teacher's ok, not as funny as 213ners made her out to be though. and not as funny as i expected. but we had to do a little self intro thing - 3 unique things about myself. dora THINKS she likes to eat oreos XD lol and shu thinks ice breakers are stupid and so does becky. and mwsa said she loved herself a lot XD YEAH! lol. and stephanie used what i told her - she eats a slice of pizza in half an hour! heh. and i said i could walk like a duck. DESPO lah. &gt;.&lt; and we had to stop midway. so wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was normal and recess and ONETHIRTEEN TABLE &lt;33333 WOOT! and i dunno whether to go for house prac or math comp training. i think i shall go for the math training and leave house prac halfway. oh well. and then flo and jo (RHYMES. so lame.) and i went back up and we looked through jojo's orientation booklet. I WANT TO BECOME EITHER A PIT OR A PSL. gah. so unfair. and a chair. hehe. i can turn into plastic! ^_^ then teacher came and i was so so so so sooo scared because i totally forgot to bring a photo - didn't write it down. AND JAMIE SAVED ME. i love her. lol jk. the person sitting beside me from 110. YAY. but becky didn't bring a photo either but didn't get scolded. and shu brought a photo of geog homework -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then history - teacher quite nice but a little stern. homework - find out who the people on the cover of the history textbook are! XD lol. baobi thought the second guy was GANDHI so funnayeee XD then lit which was again, normal. i'm the secretary in both groups! filing for english, and noticeboards for term 3 with the CORNY dora XD stephanie and flo and gloria. wheee! yay. and dora's the co-ord lol 'cos 3 of them are in the same - EXACTLY the same group for english too and flo's co-ord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchoes with jojo yimin and kristy and dora and stepho then went up and i STEPPED INTO THE CLASS AND I SAW someone changing. I'M NOT PERVVVVV didn't know she was there ): wahwah. so i ran away to 212. and then yimin kristy becky and i were talking very loudly and laughing so hard i wonder how baobi tolerated the noise heh XD then we were discussing who was in the lit class and never came to a conclusion XD and we tried doing some pushup or something. then we laughed a lot and i did half my math self intro thing while they did their geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to third lang we went - baobs and i checked class tray first and ... the teacher i/c replied my letter! yay. but one only. stoopid ringers dude. but anyway jojo said her chairperson said it's hard to get into sec two unless you're very very very good and must train with sec ones! i don't mind training with sec ones. so i asked jojo to make me very very very good XD hope i can get in! or the other cca. pleease pleeeeease i pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third lang. in the bus dora was reading baby blues AS USUAL XD and laughing her head off. then i read too and it really was very funny. then it became un-funny so i stopped. and we reached and couldn't find yimin and kristy so we hung around - me and dora. then i told dora we looked retarded and she said "why don't we sit on the floor!" -___- and i was like... "we'd look like MONKS meditating." XD then we found a seat and dora read her baby blues again. ^_^ then decided to go to class and wait. then i found a whole group of people..... FROM THE SMART FRENCH CLASS. bleah. felt so stupid. then i saw the teacher fierce! *scream* 'cos the people outside were making lots of noise. anyway the group of rg people looked like a gang den haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went in and kristy called and then i went outside to call her and i saw her! rather she saw me heh. YAAAAAY MY WUNNERFUL MAGNIFIQUE FRENCH BUDDY! and alicia's in my class too! so we sat together. and the french teacher is super super super super funny! he makes 2 hours pass in like.... less than 1 hour!!! POOF! and it's over and we don't even know! he's very funny. funny. funny. yaaaay. looks like the teacher really influences the class! :D kristy and i have been inspired to work hard at french! i copied like... 3 pages of french! in one day! yay. the inspired french buddies. hope we'll do well this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAIRRRR. come to mama. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my mummy says she's depressed 'cos i'm not in the advanced math class ): not like i didn't want to be. she says "i'm paying the price for my own carelessness." yeah i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH. IMPROVE! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-5160627377076855005?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5160627377076855005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5160627377076855005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5160627377076855005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5160627377076855005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-dream-its-over_08.html' title='don&apos;t dream it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-7652347122982251928</id><published>2007-01-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:01:00.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house prac'/><title type='text'>the last name.</title><content type='html'>yay today. WENT OUT! that's the highlight haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. house prac today! so had to wake up at 6. so sian ): so tired some more. and my stupid phone couldn't charge properly 'cos of a contact problem. bleah. so i had to hold it. i think i fell asleep holding it and pressing the stupid wire in XD lol. but anyway went to school and reached at around 6.48. then saw huiqing at the foyer with another girl and she was just waiting for people to come lol. 'cos it was "too dark" heh. then xinqi came and we followed her to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... TADAAAA = gym not open. -___- so we hang around and gia comes and other people come and xinqi goes off to get the key. while the other people cut bananas XD and then someone cut the skin of TWO bananas so she gave away. XD BANANA POWERRRRRRRR! lol. my wonderful suggestion YAY. i suggested grapes too heh. but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sec ones come in and there's a presentation/talk (with no ppt slides ): ) by house capts and mrs anis. but we house comm weren't paying attention though heh *sheepish grin*. talking to joycie and baobi and ruifee and huiqing and rachel and basically the sec twos lol. then finished and cheer squad taught them cheers - ashes, hadley heroes (new cheer!) and hip hop hadley. and hadley heroes is like, sung to the tune of POWERPUFF GIRLS. guess whose idea it was? BAOBI'S -___- haiyo. but it's quite cute heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadley classes this year = 105 and 110! 110 was super enthu but 105.... zzz. and they said 3 times this year's batch was better than our batch. ): sobbiewobbie so mean. but anyway then we spent a long long long long long long longggggg time cheering. then went off for sports fest tryouts and we tagged along except cheer squad. boof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ks chee for sprints - quite lame. then i watched the high jump (guanrong was teaching them the scissors thingy) and buckle cheerleading. buckle cheerleading is cool yeah! heh not supporting my own house. chloe and mandi are in cheerleading so cool. but the cheerleading is really cool! nice and quite fast. hadley's quite slow. as in tempo wise slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ruifee and i lost the other people 'cos we were too engrossed. and before that ruifee helped a little richardsonian lost sheep find her house. so we went back to the gym where baobi was happily fantasising over ruifee's pictures of jensen ackles. so lame. jared padelecki is cuter. so much. cuter. jensen ackles isn't even hot. i mean he looks a little old X___X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they came back with the sec ones and we found out they were on the other side of the ks chee so we couldn't see them in the foyer. O_______O then cheering again and giving out goodie bags. and bananas. of course :D cheering was quite hyper i think people are gonna lose voices soon XD then cheer cheer cheer and house comm members started coming back a little at a time. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass cheering next in the amphi. and joycie was taking lots of orientation pictures (: so we took a nice one of all the houses and the nice colours. then i went down first though. and then there was a round robin kind of system. waddle's sec ones don't appear very enthu; most of the cheering is done by the house comm members. no offence. except the second cheer wasn't that bad. richard's cheering is COOL man! not supporting my house again whoops. XD but it's really quite cool. then tarbet then buckle and everyone started cheering with buckle lol. "when i say buckle you say oh you say oh you say oh" etc. quite funny. then us! and the sec ones really SHOCKED us 'cos they were suddenly so HYPED UP! but that's good. but a little scary... like schizophrenic lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did hadley heroes with the funny actions which we were all laughing about especially chern hwee and rachel lol. something about it being gay lol. PURPLE IS GAY WOOHOO! and the cheer squad was very funny too with the actions. XD then we went one round again and people suddenly started filing out??? for trials maybe. netball and handbells. i have decided to go for the second ringers tryout! heh. the teacher in charge didn't even reply my letter. stoooopid. bleh. then raffles cheers! actually cheer. led by psls and prefects. jeez. we did say ra and quite loud and low yaay. i wanna become a prefect or a psl so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then debrief. back at the gym, just gave comments etc. and they said this year's batch is better than ours. hmph. so hurtful XD then a few comments here and there and tadaaaaaaaa. finito! presto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so joycie and i head to the bus stop where we hop on and get off at cine. and then we buy tickets for deathnote 2 : the last note at 12.40. and before that we passed famous amos and i was ogling ): but too ex. maybe when i save up some more money. $$$$$$$$$$$$ $____$ then we walked around the entire 1st level twice and thrice and finally decided to eat at... long john silvers! i bought a fish wrap for 3 bucks and joycie finally decided to buy a chicken meal. and there was this group of guys who looked like they were and weren't in the queue. and they looked quite pai so quite scary lol. not THAT pai lah. actually all boys look pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finish and use the sink at kfc and go to cheers and buy a bottled drink 'cos it's cheaper :) and then i watch joycie eat slowly and help her buy a hershey's chocolate cream pie and watch her eat it again. XD she said joann was bad influence haha - influencing her to eat slowly. but anyway then we go to the lift and walk into the wrong lift landing but find the cool coin machines! but i don't have a $1 coin so joycie buys a pooh dude. and i helped her spin it and I GOT THE CUTE ONE! (: the cute santa claus one. so sad i should have bought XD then we took a lift up and i was like "please please don't give me the scary lift" which is the lift with an eragon poster wallpapered on it. and it had to be the scary lift. bleh. the other lift we took was the night at the museum one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: CINE LIFTS ARE SCARY. TOTALLY. FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to ezone where we played one game each and joycie played solitaire while i played ddr lol. another lesson learnt: NEVER PLAY DDR AT EZONE. the sensors were so cranky, unlike timezone's extra sensitive ones! :D so i failed of course then i watched joycie play solitaire on the machine thingy. and it was super irritating 'cos everytime she went back to the first card of the deck it took away 1000 points. and they didn't even allow her to move 2 cards from somewhere to somewhere. so lame. and cheaty. and then by the time we're done we realise we're late. 12.41! aahhh. scream. then joycie goes to the toilet and we take the lift - SCARY LIFT AGAIN. what's this with fate and all. urgh. then when we reached the cinema we rushed in and - so zhun3! movie just started. missed all the advertisements only PHEW and YAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no popcorn for us though. too full XD i still had my bottled drink anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deathnote 2 was quite cool! i didn't understand some things at first 'cos i didn't watch deathnote but joycie explained to me heh so i got it YAY. nice plot, nice movie. but we couldn't figure out how light knew L's real name in the end, even though the deathnote was fake. and also how L managed to fake death when his heartbeat showed zero. so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end light died. oh well. light = kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl - misa amane was damn skinny. and quite pretty/cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the death gods were damn cool - ryuk (the one who likes eating apples XD) and rem. black and white respectively. they both look a bit scary but cool. still have images in my mind XD scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and i found another set of coin turning machines with cute cute winnie the pooh. so i wanted to get but no coins. BUT. we saw a sign saying "coin changing machine at b1 beside cafe cartel" so down we went! :D lift came and we got mr. night at the museum lift :D then changed coins and we waited so long for the lift only to find that it was full. eeee. so in the end we took the escalator instead. from b1 to lvl 4. bleargh. and i got my toy - piglet dressed up as pooh. i conveniently took away the pooh costume so now it's just piglet hanging on my phone. the suit was too bulky heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we finally decided to go home. so down the escalators we went again and passed by this cool shopvan that sold a notebook that looked exactly the same as the one from the movie. DAMN COOL and it had the rules inside also. but i wouldn't use it. and it's probably quite ex. so we went down down down and home! and joycie had to show me the way to the busstop XD malu me. alliteration lol. waited for 174 which passed RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE and i thought it was some other bus. so bloody stupid. gah. so had to wait for another one that came in around 10 minutes. i like 174 and 157. nice buses. :D then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and piano at 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking exam this year oh dear. o____O jialat. hope i can do well. otherwise waste money only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice day. i wanna watch night at the museum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANNA become a psl or prefect. and class chairperson. ahhh. i hope people trust me! sniff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only have myself to blame. pleeeeease. help me lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-7652347122982251928?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7652347122982251928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=7652347122982251928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7652347122982251928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7652347122982251928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-name.html' title='the last name.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-3496554680819347243</id><published>2007-01-06T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T03:23:04.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>whoa! school's up!</title><content type='html'>post from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bored now i shall blog :D yay. actuaally i was supposed to but then too lazy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's school was ok. first was morning assembly. e no wait before that i went up to class and as usual dora was reading baby blues. XD and laughing. but no stephanie. then i read with her heheh and we both started laughing like retards staring at a book. then stephanie came. and joann. the malu joann. XD then stephanie read too. then we wandered away after sometime and then after that stephanie and yy wanted to open becky's present to dora. and then dora was so retarded she started talking like zoe from the book. -__- lesson learnt - dora is extremely lame and corny. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then morning assembly and we're in the middle now! i almost went back to 113's spot ): so sad. then etc. and new arrivals and promotions for the teachers and blah and blah. and ncc stuff. baobi is jealous 'cos my class already has mortals 'cos we asked. muahahahahaha. so she asked her form teacher mr. singh or sth like that and he was like "what? what angel and mortal system?" XD lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson = geog. mrs ho was quite nice. la petite femme. is it? i dunno. she looks quite cute lah. then she said she wouldn't teach and starting talking about her amazingly weird interest in cemeteries and encounters with ghosts and teaching experience (where she has only booked ONE person in her entire teaching life in rgs. cool man.) and she wandered away from topics a lot haha. and she said she wasn't as fast as mrs mo. what a great relief heheh. no more mad rush and swearing when geog teacher writes on the board. :D but mrs mo is nice.&lt;br /&gt;then pe. where we didn't even have to change bleah. wasted my time bringing only. eee. we didn't even do anything, just sat on the steps outside the pe dept while mrs wee (head of year also. wheee.) took attendance and tried to remember us. she's quite nice, not like i thought. and so petite i didn't know she was pregnant til i like STARED at her tummy. XD whoops. then we played this game where you throw the ball to people in a circle and the person has to intro the person next to her. and then lastly had some forfeits and one girl cheated. ): suggested the whole class do with her. eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. ONE THIRTEEN TABLE YAY! IT'S BACK (: i sold my badges to joycie lol. at a totally ripoff price but heheh i don't mind not like i'm going to use TEN badges. o____O and then i pinched (literally) jiahui's eggo. yay. and 212 wasn't down 'cos they were having music class. i just found out from yimin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then com studs which was quite lame - teacher taught us to SEARCH ON THE INTERNET. who hasn't done that before. but anyway yeah then we explored the coms. which are damn cool 'cos the entire room is - IMAC. coolios. then trina jiayi and i watched the videos other classes made last year. some were quite lame but some were cool. and trina and i were GAWKING at the girl in the video who was doing gym. damn cool. then at the end we watched a movie clip called finding love by eric khoo and there was like... 3 sentences of dialogue out of which 2 were censored -___- so sad i wanna know what the guy said ): but then it was quite funny and sad 'cos in the end the girl called ann jumped off a building and killed the guy instead. the secret admirer. but quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lit! no teaching - just stuck our names on a hill with a flaggo on it to represent where we thought we were on the "world of lit". O_____O and all the names were like... HALFWAY and down onwards. XD and we had to explain also. and ms seah got quite pissed at yy i think 'cos she slammed her chair and 'twas quite scary O_________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly was totally boring. gathered in ks chee, where we thankfully had a pianist! :D no need for acapella haha. and i had esp lol. they asked for a ncc commander and i had a feeling joo would go up.... AND SHE DID. the brave joojoo. XD "joogian's 1 minute of fame" damn cool sia haha. everyone was so proud of her. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then d.tan droned on and on about rgs values vission mission etc. and i dunno why the cohort laughed at the slightest remarks like "thank god". ??? my mommy and sis say it's "entertaining her" whooo. o________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went down to eat lunch and by the time i got my food guanrong and debby hadta go off for training ): so i ate alone and mommy fetched me :D and we went off to rochor centre 'cos mommy had to pay road tax. at ntuc income. then there were cool shops! one sold really cheap stuff and i bought wrapping paper at 20 cents.  hehe. and it was nice :D yay. and cool candles that are super long and tall. and sand art XD at 45 cents. cool. and nice cute labels for my books. and then the other shop was damn cool with cute stuff but not that cheap. so i bought.... A SET OF TELETUBBIES! that squeak. so cute. i shall scare baobi tmr. :D hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house prac tomorrow! have to wake up so early. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with joycie tmr to watch deathnote 2! actually i wanted night at the museum but oh well. can watch movie very good alrady! 'cos my mommy rarely allows me. yaay. nice mommy. jojo has jpsl meeting so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post today's post tmr! XD so happy maple works heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, healed ice men and healed nice me are anagrams for my name! so cool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-3496554680819347243?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3496554680819347243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=3496554680819347243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3496554680819347243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/3496554680819347243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/whoa-schools-up.html' title='whoa! school&apos;s up!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-2100812101618845135</id><published>2007-01-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:21:50.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes i forgot to blog about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma and aunty are supposed to go to bangkok on the 3rd of january. then today we watched the news about bangkok being bombed. and my uncle in bangkok is thankfully safe. hallelujiah. and he called back to warn my grandma not to go, then we called her also and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WANTS TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared for her. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;please keep her safe. i'm crossing everything i've got. please. please please please. ): i'd do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-2100812101618845135?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2100812101618845135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=2100812101618845135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2100812101618845135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/2100812101618845135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-yes-i-forgot-to-blog-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-4528352819825736619</id><published>2007-01-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:55:57.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOTAL BOREDOM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>wheee HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! ALL HAIL 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so lame. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway. i cut my hair! whee. and layered it a little. but the lady at the counter said i couldn't cut too short and layer too much or i won't be able to tie my hairr ): and also considering the fact that i have extra extra extra extra extra thick hair. bleahh. :S so it doesn't look THAT different. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's day was quite boring - woke up, went for lunch at beauty world. supposed to go to this "greenonearth" cafe but then my mommy realised - it was vegetarian -__- damn lame. and my picky bro wouldn't have eaten anything so we ate at this peranakan restaurant instead and they just opened when we got there. yay. and the chef hadn't arrived, so we waited and watched tv. yay. and they were playing this really crappy show XD these 2 dudes singing deck the halls and jingle bells and other christmas songs with really lame lyrics XD related to food. so funny :D but so sad blind cock-eyed little me couldn't see the show name -___- grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they played just for laughs gags which was quite funny involving a golf ball that moved by itself XD then after that they played the countdown 2007 again from last night and i watched it already last night with GURMIT SINGH trying to sing pump it. and it sounded terrible and i felt so sad 'cos they were defaming my poor little favourite band. but it was quite amusing. and julian hee and nathaniel tried to sing sexy back and all they did was crank with the mikes. aiyoh. and maneater also. all sounded horrible but very funny to watch. then countdown then nothing much lor. the only nice part was the project superstar part they sing quite nicely. and i like the song. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then food came - rice, egg (which was super salty but quite nice with rice), nonya chap chye (this weird weird concoction of veggies and cabbage etc.) and chicken wings and lor bak and sweet and sour fish. tadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around and i bought some nice nice wire for 1.50 at this shop called ah hua's. yay. then came home and i packed my table and lazed around for a bit. then went out again to bukit timah plaza 'cos mouse (eldest sis) wanted to get bus concession stamps. and apparently they sold it at ntuc. and mouse is going to work - internship on 3rd of jan. haha. she's going back to school! XD and so we went there and went to poh kim for a while, looked at the nice hongkong drama serials and i bought muh darling squeaky mouse. yellowwww. and then went to ntuc and found out rather sadly they didn't sell bus stamps. so went to cut hair at grad salon and my hair looks soso but mouse got hers screwed up by the worst stylist (according to my mum) there. and she was cursing on the bus and going "it sucks it sucks" so many times. -_- then we took a bus to westmall/bukit batok station to get the bus stamp. and alas - poor little mouse can't get it til she's got a university card. -___- bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we go home and i use the com and MAPLE tadaa. and bathe and laze around a little and watch SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE yaay. today's ep rocked! so nice. and then ah wang and then maple again XD usually i don't. just impulse today muahaha. and my bro was fuming 'cos smart me found out his "secret" blog and i was roflmao cos he kept saying "you won't find it ahhaha" and i found it. then he was pissed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yimin is my maple and msn msg buddy! XD hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec two, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-4528352819825736619?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4528352819825736619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=4528352819825736619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4528352819825736619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4528352819825736619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-5034574302812373086</id><published>2006-12-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:18:55.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! YAY FOR 2007! (: &lt;3333 new resolutions new starts new everything! new dates new year new teachers new classes new age etc. aah. is that good or bad? i think it's good for me majorly. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged for a long time. heheh. maple really has great attracting powers. i'm a lvl 30 cleric XD but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in 211'07. mwsa. jojo. trina. florence. stephanie aka potato aka potato chip. XD BUT. no baobi. no joyce. no yimin. no renee. WAAAAAAAAH. but 'tis not like i can change muh class. 213's the smart class - they didn't tell us but it's so -duh- XD with math prodigies inside like shelly and joycie and etc. all the smart people. and the most number of 111 peeps. and my class might be the 2nd smartest muahaha lol it has the second highest number of 111 people inside. -__- oh well. and form teacher's ms megan seah. don't know if she's nice or not but people seem to be congratulating me and mwsa sounds quite happy about it. hope she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from granmama's house. went to timezone from there with muh bro! (: at parkway. and won like... 208 tickets YAAY. then i redeemed a cute little hamburger coinbox but my bro's saving up his tickets for a dartboard :D and we saw this really pro guy at the basketball thing. never missed a single shot. seriously. and his score was almost 400??? wtf. XD yesterday went for dinner at src - treat from aunty. (: buffet yaay. and on christmas day we went for a family buffet at united square too! and the buffet rocked. but my &lt;s&gt;weight&lt;/s&gt; mass doesn't bleah. i need to go on a diet. a heavy heavy diet. and i'm going to play sparklers tmr yaaay. HAPPY NEW YEAR again. i wanna go bishan park/pasir ris park/east coast park and be more pro at cycling XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon went to signature park with muh bro 'cos he was supposed to teach me how to play squash. i'm hopeless at it -__- and he gave up on me 'cos i kept mixing it up with badminton. aww. and then after that we played pool with his friend in the games room and i kinda sucked at it so i just sat down and was soooo bored. and the dude's sis came in taekwando gi and o___O for me 'cos she was in my french class this year. oh wait. LAST year. XD and then go home and maple. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... new year resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get better grades and gpa&lt;br /&gt;2. make new friends&lt;br /&gt;3. get into class comm. X_X my mommy wants me to. i guess i want to too.&lt;br /&gt;4. cope better = do homework better.&lt;br /&gt;5. FIND A NEW CCA. that is the MOST IMPORTANT THING I HAVE TO DO. means = have to get PRO at squash -_- hope i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and other personal stuff. that i can't put here. more like... don't want to. that's why it's a secret. ): not like i want to keep it one. just can't let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-5034574302812373086?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5034574302812373086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=5034574302812373086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5034574302812373086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/5034574302812373086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-535198848586320200</id><published>2006-12-22T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:04:22.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-pressed'/><title type='text'>walk the line.</title><content type='html'>continuation. omg so creepy i just watched a super creepy rhythmic gym thing o__O cos MAPLE IS DOWN due to some STUPID firewall on my com. i'm de-pressed. ): sobb. I WANT MAPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDoMDJLOg-s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDoMDJLOg-s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then after ddr we walked around, played this cool softball game :D and basketball. then we walked around some more and then played and then we collected tickets and... 70 tickets! and a yakult was 44 so we only could get one but it was so mean so i paid 1 dollar and played the softball game again where.... *drumroll* the wonderful magnificient great deedee hit 30 (the highest) twice! and i got about 20 tickets i think. hah. so i got another yakult and a sweet. yaay. then after arcade we went to royal sporting house to get mr chee his present - a ball. water polo one. but he prefered the non-waterpolo one -___- 'cos of his petite hands. and the woman pumped it up for us and tadaaaa and my money goes poof. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we go back to granmama's house and i get an ice milo on the way. with pearls o__O but it wasn't that nice. ): thennnnn... we meet aunty coming home from orchard at the lift landing XD and then we eat lunch when we get back. fat leetle yellow wormy noodles with prawns and meatballs and fishballs and pork. and i can't finish. XD and feel like bursting as usual. and then... laze around and watch tv and i try doing a bit of math and watch vcd and then 3 oclock and poof! home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTT... i go to yeeeemeeeeeeeeen's house! wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok continue tomorrow. stupid bro chasing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MAPLE ): D-E-P-R-E-S-S-E-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about my creepy queensway bus encounter. tomorrow. went to ikea and queensway today and bought muh wonderful hugging heart :D my moneyy though. couldn't find black cushions -___- i needa find a cushion shop. and ate swedish meatballs woot. :D my sis was broke -___- and borrowed about 20 bucks from me. wheeee. she's a money spender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLE MY LOVE COME BACK TO MEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-535198848586320200?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/535198848586320200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=535198848586320200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/535198848586320200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/535198848586320200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/walk-line.html' title='walk the line.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-7228809198792593588</id><published>2006-12-21T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:01:55.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going out'/><title type='text'>bring it to the front.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the only reason why i'm blogging is 'cos maple is not working. ): i'm DEPRESSED ): but nvm i have stuff to blog about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to happy feet soundtrack now XD lol. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my granmama's house on... tuesday. ah yes. tuesday. now what was tuesday in french. jeudi? isn't that thursday. oh dear. now this is a big reason for me to quit french -_- saddd man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday 19dec.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to my grandma's house at about........ 5.30 pm. and my mommy wants me to uninstall maple. ): WAAAAAAAAAH. then she was tempting my bro and i with an xbox that she said muh uncle offered to buy for us. OMFG haha :D but actually she rejected it but now she can get it free from a starhub thingo. whoooo. but i still want maple ): i'd rather maple than xbox i think. she says maple and my bros' games are making the com get viruses. ): i don't think they are. but well. she insists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then we went to grandmama's house and etc. etc., first we ate dinner - claypot rice. quite ok. then my bro and i went to muh uncle's room to watch the second disc of home alone 4 'cos apparently our dvd player's a little... well. cranky. mmhmm. and all the while it's raining. and super windy so cool.  so we couldn't go parkway parade or to the shops downstairs. then we went out to eat. again. porridge. and i ate a swet potato :D yummmm. and watched the nice nice 9 o'clock show on channel 55 - ah wang xin zhuan (life made simple), whatever. yuhh. and my grandma goes to sleep! so earlyyyy. and my aunties go to sleep at 9.45 after the show ends o_O and i found the garbage flap! YAAAY :D it's this flap like thing in the wall in the corner of the kitchen then you open it and throw your rubbish in it and the rubbish goes whoosh whoosh whoosh and drops downn into this rubbish dump i think. so cooooool. wheeee. then my bro and i  went to uncle's room to sleep since uncle's in korea and coming back at midnight. and has his own house anyway which is quite cool :D then we watch movie and oc at 12am on channel 5 :D which was full of snogging. -_- but funny at some parts. then we goof around .__. and finally decide to sleep and wake up at3.50am to order mcdonalds breakfast which starts at 3.45 :D so lame. then i can't really sleep so i just doodle  and have a nice sms spree with yi-min. :D and listen to the thunder rolling by and the cool lightning flashes. then i fall asleep somewhat and 3.50 the alarm rings and my brother is worse than a log when he sleeps. then we have a dilemma cos we might wake our grandma up who wakes up randomly and goes to the toilet in the middle of the night. then in the end we don't order. then sleep. then wake up at 9 am :D and then we eat a very nice breakfast of sausages chicken nuggets and spring rolls. yummm. and i was so full i felt like bursting. abd btw i'm typing everything in white to prevent my nosey parker of a brother from seeing what i type -_- so pardon my spelling mistakes. and i have 4 minutes to the 9pm show. then my bro and i go to parkway parade after rejecting an invite from aunty to go downtown with her. o_o then we wandered aaround, didn;t really buy anything. and then we found a timezone :D and pohkim and sembawang there and looked at the vcds and i was looking at you me and dupree and little man and feeling sad. ): cos they're nc16. then we go to pohkim and find all the chinese hongkong dramas. yaay. that are so nice to watch but soooo expensive. then we go to timezone! 5 bucks each and 1 buck free. :D urhur. so first we play the niceee motorcycle game and he gets 3rd and i get 1st ahahahaha so i get a free game :D wwheee. then i get 5th ): and then we wander around cos the timezone is quite big and quite empty. maybe cos there isn't a cinema there. then we play ddr! and my nice bro complies :D so we play and even difficult isn't that difficult, so we pick 300bpm XD and the first one we piocked was not that bad, then the second one we utterly died. XD e. and i always got a grade higher than hoim XD then we saw these giggly girls play and it was super slow and it was kinda funny cos they still couldn't clear it. XD ok now i'm going to watch muh show. continue tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-7228809198792593588?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7228809198792593588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=7228809198792593588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7228809198792593588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/7228809198792593588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/bring-it-to-front.html' title='bring it to the front.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-4529158470493163195</id><published>2006-12-18T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:02:33.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retarded-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom'/><title type='text'>fandom? neh. infatuation :D jk.</title><content type='html'>last night was spent having an smsing spree with yimin! XD until like, 2.30am XD laaawl. just random chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a major crush ahahha. on a hongkong guy. haha. so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pp.772.cn/AttFiles/MM/52/615/2006/1/6150991.jpg"&gt;http://pp.772.cn/AttFiles/MM/52/615/2006/1/6150991.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly chilli hot, but according to my sister, charismatic. XD how charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go outtttttttttttttttt i'm stuck at home. wheee. hope i can go to yimin's house on wednesday YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid brother thinks i have a crush on yimin's bro. -______- so bloody lame. just bcos he keeps giving me money on maple haha :D MAPLE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go christmas shopping wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my nici lion :D it's sooo cute. HAHA. i spiked its hair. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-4529158470493163195?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4529158470493163195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=4529158470493163195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4529158470493163195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4529158470493163195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/fandom-neh-infatuation-d-jk.html' title='fandom? neh. infatuation :D jk.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-4115604317790450064</id><published>2006-12-16T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:00:24.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOTAL BOREDOM'/><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>i'd rather be back at school ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night (or this morning? 3.45 am :D ) was chatting with my bro in the dark XD and i was so sad 'cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't find my squeaky orange mouse ): i want it back ):&lt;br /&gt;2. i dunno what cca to change to next year&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he told me to join squash -.- and judo -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we discussed maple! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've written christmas cards :D but i'm short of twooo. wheeee. baobi the cheapskate &gt;.&lt; sending ecards instead of real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early merry christmas to everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out for a buffet yaay. nice buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want /need to go to heeren ikea queensway and bukit timah plaza to shop. christmas shopping i suppose. yuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why it's still so addictive ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i BLOGGED :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-4115604317790450064?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4115604317790450064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=4115604317790450064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4115604317790450064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/4115604317790450064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116589732011992671</id><published>2006-12-11T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:22:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>i finally got down to posting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple and neopets are thoroughly engaging. seem to be at least, since i'm so darn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched renee's LAME video XD so funnayee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muh granmama and auntie are downstairs. wheeee. my granma is so cute XD lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started studying! ahahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post again on another more eventful day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLE ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116589732011992671?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116589732011992671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116589732011992671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116589732011992671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116589732011992671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116436759436989904</id><published>2006-11-24T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:26:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAPLE! ahahahaha.</title><content type='html'>ahahaha. so i've taken up playing maple &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and playing piano randomnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom can do anything to a person. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha now i'm level 12 in just 2 days and i'm so proud of myself. ok maybe 3 days i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME AS MS LI&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; YIMIN ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spelt her name wrongly on the rgp webbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psle results out - TOP GIRL FRM RGP! WHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;281.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out the rgp webbo. I MISS RGP I WANT THE FOOD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go back to playing maple (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few nights have been spelt staying up to 3am and 4am with my bro talking about his life in primary school which involves a lot of girls XD damn funny. but anyway my sis is coming back from new zealand tomorrow, so tonight is the last night! wheeeeee. and we are going to order mcdonalds breakfast at 4.30am. ahaha. i pity the poor delivery people. i always sleep before 4.30 ): so sad. geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLEE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yimin is my maple buddy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116436759436989904?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116436759436989904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116436759436989904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116436759436989904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116436759436989904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/maple-ahahahaha.html' title='MAPLE! ahahahaha.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116418009194509494</id><published>2006-11-21T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:21:31.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder.</title><content type='html'>thunder rolling outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain falling down. like string curtains. the thingy life advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis's coming back on saturday and we just pissed each other off on msn msg XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think baobi's coming back too! so cool. maybe i can go wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the refreshing sensation as the rain splatters on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain can be quite nice sometimes. just depends on when (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hooked onto internet spades. it's like bridge and it's really cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amidst the jewels falling from the sky-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116418009194509494?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116418009194509494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116418009194509494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116418009194509494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116418009194509494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/thunder.html' title='thunder.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116417943069436197</id><published>2006-11-21T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:11:48.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure.</title><content type='html'>maybe i'm just not for pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaah. i feel like a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like i WANT them to die. they die of unidentified unnatural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i try again, it just spells F-A-I-L-U-R-E again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*howls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;humpty aka the pretty cute sweet little girl hamster with no balls died&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;SHE will always be fondly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116417943069436197?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116417943069436197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116417943069436197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116417943069436197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116417943069436197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/failure.html' title='failure.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116402357327233530</id><published>2006-11-20T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:53:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AAAHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay so my party turned out quite rocking and not in the least as bad as i expected it to be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it's OOOO-VER! ): I'M THIRTEEN! NO MORE KIDDIE ): *sob*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yimin joycie guanrong ruifee mwsa chewlin and my bro came!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;while wanhui woke up late and didn't come -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i came a leeetle beet late 'cos my mommy had to do something. and in the morning i woke up late as usual and my mommy gave me a CUTE LEETLE PEEENK bear bear (: and a angpow. whoooooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and dearest BAOBI called! (: she sounded like mwsa lol. from jaaapaaaaan. and started telling me about the creepy toilets and not being able to see any geishas XD lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the party wasn't settled o_O so we had to do it at the counter. and the person wanhui asked me to look for said she didn't know about anything???!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway then we played from 11.20am to 12.20am! and my poor bro stuck to me 'cos the rest didn't exactly ahem. talk to him. and he was super bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not like he acted gay or irritating what he just stood around. so mean to him XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i stuck to the percussion drum game thingy XD and it was damn funny and i shall IMPROVE one day! at least it's better than those gangster arcades where you embarrass yourself eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we couldn't play ddr 'cos it required money ): so i played the nice nice motorcycle game! the one i haven't played in a long long time and was really fun! on the star cruise last time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i played daytona and beat my bro both times XD and beat mwsa once! hooooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as my bro describes "the red shirt person (yimin) is your best friend is it? she's the only one who came to talk to you" LOL. YAAAAY I LOVE YIMIN! yimin and her quirky presents XD damn funny. first she gave me a cupcake. then after that she gave me the happy feet watch she got free from buying popcorn! HAPPY FEET COMBO (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"the not-short white shirt person in uniform (guanrong) reminds me of sluggie (sis)" LOLOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"the other not-short white shirt person with the weird weird handbag (mwsa) and the SHORT white shirt person (ruifee. duhhh :) ) kept playing the shooting game (time crisis)." addicts heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"the other people (joycie chewee) just wandered around"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol. apt descriptions. then i played the basketball game with my bro and then i played the kiddie one XD and just stuck my hand out, grabbed two balls at once and &lt;s&gt;shot&lt;/s&gt; placed the balls into the extremely small net! geee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we played the banging drum thing with fat fat steeecks! and hurt our hands ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i played this really cool and nice bowling-like game where you roll the ball to get into the hole and i kept throwing the ball by accident and it almost knocked my bro XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then in the end we all trooped to the basketball game and started shooting. except ruifee and guanrong who were hooked onto time crisis -________- i suck at time crisis can't understand it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then in the end my NICE NICE bro gave me a treat of 3 bucks for 2 ddr games! yaaaaaay (: so we played and it was kinda lame 'cos the things were so slow. next time we should try advanced (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we had 278 tickets! wooooo! so i chose 3 yakults and 1 pack of disney sweets! and a fruit plus XD YAAAY! and the nice nice guy gave me a timezone bag! the guy's really nice! but the woman seemed a little fierce ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we went down to kfc where my nice nice mommy helped order already and everything was oh so nicely spread out YAAAY and then we ate and ate and ate and stuffed ourselves silly with cheeekin. and i wasn't really talking. ): i mean, they were engaged in their own convo and didn't talk to me what. i didn't even know what they were talking about. ): and my nice nice mommy went to buy movie tickets and i wanted to ask them to pay up and my mommy was like NONONONO how can you ask people to pay up half way through a party. and then i was like cannot cannot 'cos the timezone thing was already very ex and somemore got lunch and then i felt so bad but my mommy wouldn't give me the tickets if i asked them to pay ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then before the movie yimin wanted to go to watsons' so i KNEW SHE WANTED TO BUY a condom! so i was asking her all about it (: heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then we went up to the movies and i tortured ruifee and mwsa by refusing to go in until 2.10. go in so early gan ma? just sit there. so stupid. and yimin bought the $9-happyfeetcombo popcorn yay. and then we just walked around and as usual they were talking amongst themselves. so left out ): and then we went in and sat and then i had to sit beside muh bro. wahlau. just sit lah not like you going to die why me. but anyway then we waited a terribly long time for the darn ads to stop and finally the moooooovie started! and step up really rocked! so funnayee (: "what, so you're gonna kill me now?" and channing tatum was hot but goofy and the girl was pretty and danced amazingly well. aaahhh i love step up. i shall get the dvd (: yay. and HAPPY FEET! and so i sat beside yimin and in the movie channing tatum kept doing the stupid 'man' hug with his friend where they slam their chests together so i told yimin that was why men are flat chested (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP UP ROCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i went home with my bro after the movie and my mommy. I LOVE MY MOMMEEEEEEE. and then in the car i felt so guilty 'cos my mummy spent over 200 bucks on me in one day ): and then i felt so guilty. sob. sob sob sob. and then we collected my cake which was SO PREETTY but i shall upload pics later my cam's wonky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY CAKE ROCKS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah in the cinema my sis was so eveeeel she sent me an sms from new zealand saying "happy birthday you evil little twit" XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i shall make it up to my marmee by spending less money! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY TERRIFIC THIRTEEN XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaaay NICE NICE PARTY! WOOOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah let's see who owes me prezzies XD i only got THREEEEE ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;materialistic me. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116402357327233530?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116402357327233530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116402357327233530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116402357327233530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116402357327233530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116395472579644777</id><published>2006-11-19T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:45:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty. happy birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>ok so it's my birthday. 32 minutes past my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people just backed out last minute. and now i'm short of 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what'm i gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's my fault. for procrastinating. but then everything seemed fine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then people backed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thirteen. and i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thirteen is an unlucky number after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope tomorrow will bring miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yimin i really hope you can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first second of my birthday i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first 30 minutes of my birthday i am still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trying to let it out through the countless games of solitaire hearts freecell and pinball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow it doesn't help. even winning can't fill the empty heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray ferverently for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lord, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-heartache.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go sleep. and wait foolishly like an innocent child for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't no kid no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first step towards the life of adulthood is so painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116395472579644777?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.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-21252991.post-116395109954868590</id><published>2006-11-19T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:44:59.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>party!</title><content type='html'>yaay so i think i'm gonna have a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 9.45 and no one's home XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go chase all those peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE THEY CAN COME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need NINE people whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so procrastinated. ): GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i'm really sad. 'cos people are backing out last minute, and there's no confirmation and a need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleak. desolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAOBI I WANT YOU TO COME BACK NOW ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-filled with sobs.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116395109954868590?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116395109954868590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116395109954868590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116395109954868590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116395109954868590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/party.html' title='party!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116394421120908261</id><published>2006-11-19T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:50:11.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running. terrific thirteen? terrible thirteen?</title><content type='html'>running. terrific thirteen? terrible thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;running away from reality again.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA BE THIRTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;MEANS NO MORE KIDDIE TICKETS FOR ME. ): AND NEVER EVER EVER NEVER EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE KIDDIE TICKETS.&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;this is getting a little too sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;usually people want to grow up until they're 50 years old.&lt;br /&gt;grawr.&lt;br /&gt;thirteen in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even know whether to have a party or not.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed with myself. ): procrastinator -.-&lt;br /&gt;just ordered my CUTE CUTE LEETLE birthday cake (: I LIKE EET. heh.&lt;br /&gt;changed my piano time 'cos i have to go to granma's house to collect angpows =D muahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;and then the teacher was like "monday ok?" then i said yes. then i put down the phone and told my mummy and she was like "isn't monday your birthday" and i was like SHITTTT. XD&lt;br /&gt;should i have a party. it's so late already - will anyone come ):&lt;br /&gt;and then i also don't know what to do at the party. most of the peeps wanna go ice skating,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't. 'cos i'll be paying to fall on muh butt ): and i don't even know if it's fun, and it's ex.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;OOH OMG I KNOW LET'S GO TO TIMEZONE. and watch a movie, and etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;but timezone is ex. gaahh. if the people would pay for themselves i could go anywhere heh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;if you need ideas for my birthday present XD HEH.&lt;br /&gt;1. book vouchers! i wanna get lotsa books. i saw nice books at times already.2. THE NICI LION AAAAH OMG OMG that's the only stuff toy i want. i swear *blink blink* =D for me that's a great achievement. IT'S 19.90 X(3. ipod nano. REALLY realistic SERIOUS (: $1994. nice stuff from flash and splash except pencilcases XD and wallets. shirts and boardshorts.5. vcds and dvds. hehehhehehehh.6. something nice.&lt;br /&gt;yay. i know i'm very realistic (:&lt;br /&gt;and materialistic. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;actually that was more of a wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;HELP. someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;advice, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- going round in circles. here we go again-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116394421120908261?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116394421120908261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116394421120908261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116394421120908261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116394421120908261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-terrific-thirteen-terrible.html' title='running. terrific thirteen? terrible thirteen?'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116386560887732545</id><published>2006-11-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:00:54.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored. sad. blogthingy.</title><content type='html'>another of those bored crappy blogthing moods. and not exactly happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still worrying about the next next day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. geee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A BCBG Black Leather Clutch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/black-clutch.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a modern, urban chick who's more than a little tough&lt;br /&gt;(Well, as tough as you can be while carrying a purse)&lt;br /&gt;Black leather is like your denim - goes good with everything&lt;br /&gt;You'd even wear it to work, if you could get away with it&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="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whathandbagareyouquiz/"&gt;What Handbag Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zzz. what handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Wear a Bomber Jacket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatleatherjacketshouldyouwearquiz/bomber.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic and timeless.&lt;br /&gt;You're always in style, yet you always seem pull out a look that's amazingly eclectic and cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatleatherjacketshouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Leather Jacket Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaah. i don't like that jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fashion Style is Sporty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/yourfashionstylequiz/sporty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a natural beauty who doesn't need fancy clothes to look good&lt;br /&gt;You prefer your clothes to be comfortable, so you can stay on the go&lt;br /&gt;For you, femininity is not how you wear - but how you wear it.&lt;br /&gt;Still, don't be afraid to show off that great body in a dress or skirt!&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="http://ynr.blogthings.com/yourfashionstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurgh. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from my gramama's house. and feeling kinda pissed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you tell people not to wash dirty linen in public and you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatigue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116386560887732545?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116386560887732545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116386560887732545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116386560887732545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116386560887732545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored-sad-blogthingy.html' title='bored. sad. blogthingy.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116376550326975962</id><published>2006-11-17T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:00:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#e6e6fa"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Mischa Barton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/mischa-barton.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky, bohemian, and girly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG? LOL? nvm she's pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Charlize Theron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/charlize.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think of myself as a highly sexual creature.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmodernbombshellareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Modern Bombshell Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG WTF SEXUAL CREATURE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be In Atomic Kitten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgirlgroupshouldyoubeinquiz/atomic-kitten.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute and stylish - you're the perfect little pop package.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you can sing a little too :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgirlgroupshouldyoubeinquiz/"&gt;What Girl Group Should You Be In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay i like atomic kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Pop Princess Is Beyonce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/beyonce.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin all my girls&lt;br /&gt;Gonna turn this party out&lt;br /&gt;I know you want my body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the talent, looks, and attitude to get to the top of the charts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT BODY OMG THIS IS TURNING OUT SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Hairstyle:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whathairstyleisrightforyouquiz/all-one-length-side-part.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All One Length, Side Part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whathairstyleisrightforyouquiz/"&gt;What Hairstyle Is Right For You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wheee isn't that my hairstyle now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#b9d3ee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Jeans Are Levi's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatbrandofjeansshouldyouwearquiz/levis.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All American and classic - perfect for a girl who doesn't need to follow trends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatbrandofjeansshouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Brand of Jeans Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay. nice levis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Brigitte Bardot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/brigitte-bardot.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naurally sensual and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You've got a look that's one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Pinup Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... --speechless--.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Left Brained In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/left.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cool and clearheaded&lt;br /&gt;Tend not to get swept away&lt;br /&gt;Dependable and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Able to look at thing objectively&lt;br /&gt;Honest and direct in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Rely on standards when picking a man&lt;br /&gt;Good at solving relationship problems&lt;br /&gt;Ready to compete for your sweetie's heart&lt;br /&gt;Articulate, a good conversationalist, and witty&lt;br /&gt;Think overly romantic displays are a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;A few serious boyfriends as opposed to many flings&lt;br /&gt;Notice all of the details about your guy - good and bad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inspired by ruifee. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today went shopping at plaza sing! yayy i love my mummy. got new PURPLE sandals XD from fila and baobi's present -- nice nice cd which i shall burn first then give to her. lol. and VCDS! MOULIN ROUGE AAAAAHHHHHHH &lt;3333&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaaay. deedee is happeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116376550326975962?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116376550326975962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116376550326975962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116376550326975962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116376550326975962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogthings.html' title='blogthings!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116366467483944014</id><published>2006-11-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:11:14.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw blogger.</title><content type='html'>gah the post is still screwed. i shall try again later. it's on microsoft word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116366467483944014?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116366467483944014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116366467483944014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116366467483944014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116366467483944014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/screw-blogger.html' title='screw blogger.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116366458687343780</id><published>2006-11-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:09:46.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>class chalet!</title><content type='html'>wheee back from class friends chalet after THREE DAYS! NO RAIN! AT ALL (unless you count yesterday's temperamental rain for 15 minutes) and my egg sandwiches were finished! HOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE.&lt;br /&gt; spent the previous night doing feverish last minute packing with my bro. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; then kristy kept laughing like a hyena and laughed even more when we told her to shut up XD kristy funneh. then she butted me in the middle of the night. and i curled up into a ball for heat insulation and wanhui claimed i kicked her. and poor hui couldn't sleep and was extremely gross, flinging her snot filled tissues everywhere. sicko. and then we heard baobi's raspy snores emitting from her blocked nose and then some how we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a detailed description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116366458687343780?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116366458687343780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116366458687343780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116366458687343780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116366458687343780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet_16.html' title='class chalet!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116365999852673837</id><published>2006-11-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:08:50.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>class chalet!</title><content type='html'>omg what the hell is wrong with blogger it keeps messing up my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116365999852673837?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116365999852673837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116365999852673837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116365999852673837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116365999852673837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet.html' title='class chalet!'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116324737468499946</id><published>2006-11-11T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:16:14.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape.</title><content type='html'>running away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i'm slouching around at home. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's becoming a blur. maybe it's my eyesight gaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the rain to stop. i mean it rocks with all the cool lightning and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it means no outdoor stuff. ): gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please rain go away from monday to wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE PRAAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go shopping. my mummy went to candy empire and didn't bring me along ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHH. but i got a WONKA BAR! (: yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know if i should have a birthday partayye or not cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dearest wanhui has stolen ALL my ideas for a birthday party. HMPH. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it keeps raining. what can we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't have an XBOXXX ): and i can't think of anything to do in muh house. which is plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i DONT KNOWWWWWW if people can come. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy was suggesting bowling. how about ice skating &gt;.&lt; so ex tho. never tried some more i bet i'll fall and break my butt bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched ice princess! such a cute touching show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-be my escape.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116324737468499946?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116324737468499946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116324737468499946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116324737468499946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116324737468499946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/escape.html' title='escape.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116317726653709018</id><published>2006-11-10T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:47:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death.</title><content type='html'>death. depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 11 of november saturday 11.51 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a minor trace of bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEPRESSED. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must living things die. doesnt the word eternity exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEPRESSED. DEPRESSED. DEPRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;death. why why why why whyyy. death go away. doesnt the devil have feelings too. and humanity. isn't it painful to see the ever thumping heart stop its rhythm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please don't let it happen to anyone close to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bless them with a long long life please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;don't haunt us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;every night it haunts me. the face laughing and cackling evily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GO AWAAYY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumpty. my hamster died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interactions hurt.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116317726653709018?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116317726653709018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116317726653709018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116317726653709018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116317726653709018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/death.html' title='death.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116307738600492789</id><published>2006-11-09T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:03:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo everything's settled! we're going to have a nice nice time! rain rain go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116307738600492789?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116307738600492789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116307738600492789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116307738600492789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116307738600492789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/whoo-everythings-settled-were-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116305790683519929</id><published>2006-11-08T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:38:26.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a TSUNAMIII outside! *gasp* &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwsa's on holiday in bangkok shopping to her heart's content &gt;&lt; anyway we got back our progress reports to-day and i'm very very very very surprised but pleasantly with my marks! (: didnt expect it. though it's not that good, but still, YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoopid joann got so high XD but anyway after that we went to submit ivp forms - me, joann, jiahui, joyce and renee tagged along after that renee lusting for her photocopying card XD jkjk no offence, dora and moi! dora's really corny muahahahaha. &gt;&lt; then we photocopied results and then submitted it and took really long neheheh. my poor envelope was stapled to jojo's :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to ze foyer to call wanhui and kristy and blehhh. the class comm people. and then they didnt pick up 'cos kristy was at om meeting and wanhui was apparently settling cip hours. ok i think she was. but after that she saw no one in the hall and just went off to far east (bren saw her at the busstop). i mean she could have called jiahui or joann or something what. and then she called me just now and says it isnt her fault, i say who the hell cares the meeting's over and she says but it's not ok if we blame her. she has some blame to take too anyway. whatever. and so me (the extra one &gt;&lt; just happened to be waiting for a bus partner) jiahui joann kristy (came shortly after) joyciee renee julia and bren (just happened to be staying back) discussed! tadaa. and then there were lots of oppositions, and i shant say them just in case anyone is offended but anyway yeah and we planned quite a lot already! yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have convos with butt and kristy, where kristy is being such a sweet little thing (: and butt is being a fcuker. not like she isnt already. ok she's being herself.  and the convo unveils. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;waht have you all done then&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;i don thtink you all have discussed anything at all anyway&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;we have unfortunately for you.&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt; awww&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;and you were aupposed to stay back in the HALL to discuss&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;you guys do it. &lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;we're hands off&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;setlle logistics and everything yourself yeah&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;dinner cost and everything&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;activities and blah&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in the hall, we couldnt find you and we went to the canteen&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;we called wanhui&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;we went to the foyer to look for her&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? wanhui's whisked off to fareast! *Clap and cheer*&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;wan hui stayed in the hall the entire time and did not leave &lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;until she was alone in the hall&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;so you tell me that you stayed in the hall, sorry i cant believe that&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;ok you cant because you're blind&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway i cannot be bothered to argue because everything's already over&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;and who the heck cares whether wanhui was in the hall or not, she just didnt turn up for the meeting&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;we called her&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;she didnt pick up&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;bren said she saw her at the busstop a few minutes after we left the hall&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;sahe was bloody dealing with your cip hours complaint with ms ong and you expect her to answer your call?!&lt;br /&gt;holler; says:&lt;br /&gt;ok now dont expect me to answer your replies either because number one i'm busy number two i already sorted things out with her and number three you are being blardy irritating and senseless no offence you sound like you worship wanhui&lt;br /&gt;bernice(:       here i am to worship You says:&lt;br /&gt;i think youre the first person i know who was born a bitch and isnt improving much on not becoming one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlau. why must you harp on everything. why cant you just let go and realise the time has already passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff you. baise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry for being mean. XD but anyway she doesnt dampen deedee i'm still happy &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeese. (copied from joycieee (: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116305790683519929?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116305790683519929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116305790683519929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116305790683519929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116305790683519929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-tsunamiii-outside-gasp.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116295839452876637</id><published>2006-11-07T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:17:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,044,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/"&gt;How Much Is Your Life Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 14% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a vain bone in your body - almost as a matter of principal.&lt;br /&gt;You demand to be judged on who you are, not what you look like.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Healthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhealthyisyourdietquiz/healthy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on your way to having a healthy diet, but you have a ways to go.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in moderation. But you don't quite have moderation figured out yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhealthyisyourdietquiz/"&gt;How Healthy Is Your Diet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Root Beer Jelly Bean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorjellybeanareyouquiz/root-beer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly All American and down to earth. You don't have fancy tastes, and you don't apologize for who you are. You enjoy tradition and proven quality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorjellybeanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Jelly Bean Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Very Gay Tinky Winky!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/tinky-winky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple with a gay pride symbol... how could he not be gay?&lt;br /&gt;And that red purse is divalicious!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fossil Fuel Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/fossil-fuel.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does liking "fudge dinosaurs" say about someone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Big Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/big-bird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf1.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freckles Hot Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Elf Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the result when you cross deedee + ultimate boredom. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116295839452876637?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116295839452876637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116295839452876637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116295839452876637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116295839452876637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-life-is-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116290578216608765</id><published>2006-11-07T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:23:02.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm rotting in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, watch tv, watch movies, crotchet, sew, computer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no meeeaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people missing my birthday WAAAH ): sis not in singapore, other sis studying for a levels, bro is nothing but a nuisance &gt;&lt;, baobs going on holiday in jaapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBBBB ): WAAAAAAAH. WAAAAAAAAAAA. *wails* *howls* *bawls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116290578216608765?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116290578216608765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116290578216608765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116290578216608765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116290578216608765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-rotting-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116279428146304351</id><published>2006-11-05T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:24:41.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 90% Grown Up, 10% Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotional maturity is fully developed, and you have an excellent grasp on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are so emotionally mature - you should consider being a therapist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wuzzahell. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116279428146304351?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116279428146304351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116279428146304351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116279428146304351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116279428146304351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-90-grown-up-10-kid-your.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116273436748889992</id><published>2006-11-05T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T05:46:07.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from sending my sis off at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's going to new zealand for THREE WEEKS o_O for some exchange program, and gonna go to school with the kids of the family alone. poor girl. she cried 3 times, and i feel guilty cos the first 2 times she cried it was when i gave her something &gt;.&lt; first time a card, second time a pack of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE MISSED LAH DON'T WORRY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my evil bro and sis didn't go along, so my mum granma and auntie and i were the only ones sending her off. and her friend too. get preeeeseeeeents ah. she's gonna miss muh birthdaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;force the tears back&lt;br /&gt;pretend nothing's happening&lt;br /&gt;and deep inside, bleed&lt;br /&gt;to death, at the comprehension of the current train of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems a mile away&lt;br /&gt;reach out to touch it - you can't&lt;br /&gt;it's all a blur, rush, intangible, painful&lt;br /&gt;like a dagger wrenching out your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a minute the scene you feast before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;will all be gone, a supposed relief&lt;br /&gt;but you'd rather hang on tight and let it just&lt;br /&gt;continue killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the tsunami of tears come out&lt;br /&gt;each one a crystal of your mind&lt;br /&gt;a fragment of thy heart&lt;br /&gt;unrestrained. you can't fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything has an end. and no one can change the future. so all we can do is adapt, no matter how painful it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why the word 'sad' exists. and all its synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she's a maneater.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116273436748889992?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116273436748889992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116273436748889992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116273436748889992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116273436748889992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-came-back-from-sending-my-sis-off.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116253790749295532</id><published>2006-11-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:29:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the com lab now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished muh digital portfolio! WHOOOPEEE! after so many edits and idiotic problems. gahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephanieeeeeeeeeee is a sweeeeetieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ooh i love you dear. she waited for moi for about 1 hour! OMGGGGG so nice. (: thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'twas pouring outside, i dunno if the rain stopped. oh dear i hear thunder. how do i go homeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat ice-creammmm and mcdonalds. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bloody sad, missed all the deadlines. for the aplication stuff. om missed by one day, cap... i dunno. kind of last minute, but it was still a no in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a nice day! we had sec 4 farewell assemnly in the mornin', then the house captains were damn crappy but quite farny and the presents were so cute and funny. AND HAAADLEY WON CHAMPION HOUSE WOOHOOOOOO WE ROCKKKKKK! (: tarbet won organised tho. hadley canNOT win organised &gt;&lt; no offence. but anyway joyciee jojo kristy minyee and i were all squashing one another over the railing (: then we had recess and classroom cleanup! which was, in a way fun. in a way. (: muahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mrs bala gave us nice choccies! MRS BALA IS CUTE &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;.&lt; jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such strong bonds of friendship. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the strongest is still intangible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116253790749295532?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116253790749295532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116253790749295532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116253790749295532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116253790749295532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-com-lab-now.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116238096688019841</id><published>2006-11-01T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:36:06.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON NETBALL CARN! 2nd actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won all games except 3 draws! which is simply amazing i didn't expect it what with all the supposed disharmony in the class. WE WON 108 OMG! and tied 105 (which is quite good. amazing.) 107 and 101 i think. WE ROCCCCKKKKK! NO LOSE AT ALL! and we got 3rd for games but SECOND overall! I BET YOU IT WAS THE BANNER (: though we didnt win. muahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class tshirt is plain which is sad. i really want the other one ): can we just all get like, 2 class shirts. ): otherwise i can print muhself then it'll only cost about 5 bucks. eeeee. wanhui mwsa and butt were sending all those crap smses and i was laughing my head off. i bet you it was just to raise the hopes of our class by telling us how nice the shirt was. "gorgeous class tshirts" "silky dri-fit" "beautiful". omg lol. so crappy. but it wasn't as nice as i expected and the dri-fit kinda sucks, no matter how "silky" it may feel. everyone was complaining about transparency at the start lol &gt;&lt; and 107 didnt even have a class shirt. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i don't think i'm gonna wear the shirt again. who will wear dri-fit shirts out... i dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A NEW CLASS SHIRT. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116238096688019841?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116238096688019841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116238096688019841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116238096688019841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116238096688019841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-woooooooooooooooon-netball-carn-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116201794351838844</id><published>2006-10-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:27:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAHOOOOOOO THEORY EXAM OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway there were 4 people (i was the only girl) from muh piano class. AND WE WERE THE ONLY ONES SITTING THERE LIKE RETARDS after 1.5 hours. wtf. just 4 of us in front row staring into space, fiddling, fidgeting. STEWPID. &gt;.&lt; i hope i beat muh bro. laawl. a distinction would already blow me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the rain on your skin. no one else can feel it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one else, no one else, can speak the words on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release your inner mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have no goal. ): go out go out go out. is that a goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty inside. emotionless. rattle rattle rattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall find something to do. study study study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab hold onto something. anything. and soon you'll find that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that anything could be your wildest dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that it'll be gone someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so grab on tight. and enjoy the wild roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope i do well for theory (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracles happen;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116201794351838844?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116201794351838844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116201794351838844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116201794351838844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116201794351838844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/yahooooooo-theory-exam-over-lets-all.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116195363181680050</id><published>2006-10-27T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T05:53:51.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welling. up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm SICK. either its from one thirteen, or from that guy at piano class. and the piano teacher grawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory exam tomorrow some more. i'm aiming for a 67. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm horribly disappointed with my marks, and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the broken heart healing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's been broken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guilt mixed agony is hard to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall try to put them aside. looking down the road leading to an endless swirl of unpredictable futures, leading to yet another phase of TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil of time. yet the sweet memories it creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be muh birthday! HOOOORAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and net carn. hopefully my purple finger heals. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah onethirteeners we cant get our class tshirt by net carn ): sorreh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116195363181680050?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116195363181680050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116195363181680050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116195363181680050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116195363181680050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/disappointment.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116177277061850159</id><published>2006-10-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:43:57.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE NO MOTIVATION OR MOOD TO BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i hope i didnt flunk my exams. I HAVE THREE AND A HALF HOURS OF THEORY TO ENDURE LATER. piano exam on saturday. then all the hell will be over. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think you can dance rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holler underneath the fog. no one can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-samba-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116177277061850159?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116177277061850159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116177277061850159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116177277061850159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116177277061850159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-no-motivation-or-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116126156558215249</id><published>2006-10-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:39:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'tis over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disgusting headaches i get are finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;say byebye to cramming shit into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;and regurgitating it out of course, onto the exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the exam papers are so foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things in this world to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet so many things in this world to rejoice and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEEEEEEEKY. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i get good marks. really freaking out. last paper left - math. and i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal targets: everything 4.0 except history lit english and chinese - 3.6 i hope. i certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope. a glimmer in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;a candle on the turbulent waters&lt;br /&gt;introducing illumination into&lt;br /&gt;the weariness&lt;br /&gt;the ugliness&lt;br /&gt;the stress and pressure,&lt;br /&gt;the darkness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the reality comes crashing by&lt;br /&gt;destruction in its wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course destroying me too. but let's just all hope. and i'm gonna check my math paper so many times to make sure i dont make careless mistakes and can get full marks. provided the thing isnt too tough of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll all be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've got a crush on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116126156558215249?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116126156558215249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116126156558215249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116126156558215249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116126156558215249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/tis-over.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116100048851462864</id><published>2006-10-16T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:08:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mirror that reflects.&lt;br /&gt;yet another face -  fake. plastic.&lt;br /&gt;emotionless, empty, withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;like a shell.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even emptier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a hand reaches out.&lt;br /&gt;groping for whatever it can grab.&lt;br /&gt;desperate. clinging on to the last strand of life,&lt;br /&gt;the last strand of a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;and it chances upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today joann was trying to master the indian accent as usual to no avail. &gt;&lt; poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was english day. hope i did well i need the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE. wait. and see. today a phenomena happened - my lost fatso humpty the hamster came back and we got a luxury home for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dumpty's still missing in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116100048851462864?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116100048851462864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116100048851462864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116100048851462864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116100048851462864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/mirror-that-reflects.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116083016084669034</id><published>2006-10-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T05:49:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its sad to leave&lt;br /&gt;now we've found&lt;br /&gt;Friendships, bonds&lt;br /&gt;Class males forever in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;TV shows, Anime and Korean Dramas&lt;br /&gt;And everything and everyone that made us different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to leave&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are&lt;br /&gt;joined by a title&lt;br /&gt;fused by experiences&lt;br /&gt;Reprimandings&lt;br /&gt;joyful occasions&lt;br /&gt;tears shed&lt;br /&gt;smiles spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to leave&lt;br /&gt;now that we know&lt;br /&gt;each other so much better&lt;br /&gt;people we're comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;we're glad to know&lt;br /&gt;love to hug&lt;br /&gt;to smile&lt;br /&gt;to crack a joke&lt;br /&gt;And to drink their milo during recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad to leave&lt;br /&gt;all the insanity&lt;br /&gt;cheers. screams. sqeuees.&lt;br /&gt;the cleaniness (or lack thereof)&lt;br /&gt;baiting people and mad tv&lt;br /&gt;bacon to a bunch of misfits&lt;br /&gt;(who eat in class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see&lt;br /&gt;All our teachers go&lt;br /&gt;Their quircks&lt;br /&gt;Faults. Gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to leave&lt;br /&gt;all the people&lt;br /&gt;who we first met during orientation&lt;br /&gt;that we judged and stereotyped&lt;br /&gt;but love now anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see it all disband&lt;br /&gt;the (lack of) organisation&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the class table.&lt;br /&gt;everyday without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see it all go.&lt;br /&gt;Parting is such sweet sorrow&lt;br /&gt;But nobody said it had to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113ers. Heart. Mind. Full on insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-baobao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got 2 winterwhite hamsters from my sis's friend! HUMPTY AND DUMPTY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; they're super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed. confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116083016084669034?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116083016084669034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116083016084669034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116083016084669034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116083016084669034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-sad-to-leave-now-weve-found.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116082963935120848</id><published>2006-10-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:03:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in no mood to blog really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's coming to a close. listening to a really nice and meaningful song now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what they say, they cant take away my dignity. because of the greatest love of all.&lt;br /&gt;show them all the beauty they possess inside. give them a sense of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure friendships, relationships, anything you have. because you'll lose it. some day. dont delude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baobi's ode almost made me cry.why am i so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's changed. since primary school. i never was so emo. i'll treasure my relationships, sure. next year. important lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything ending, coming to a close&lt;br /&gt;shut off, just like that&lt;br /&gt;the devil of time, it tortures&lt;br /&gt;and yet allows those sweet serenades&lt;br /&gt;to once again, ring softly.&lt;br /&gt;reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the invincibility of time.&lt;br /&gt;and all we can do is&lt;br /&gt;appreciate. treasure.&lt;br /&gt;do not cling on; clinging on&lt;br /&gt;to the sorrow that it would soon be&lt;br /&gt;crumble to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories we keep,&lt;br /&gt;the souls that weep.&lt;br /&gt;the faces that hide&lt;br /&gt;the true emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just appreciate. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not fear - the memories we still can keep. live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secretly in the corner of your heart, weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116082963935120848?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116082963935120848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116082963935120848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116082963935120848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116082963935120848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-no-mood-to-blog-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116039561634367357</id><published>2006-10-09T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T05:06:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh that was fast reviving my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just cant stand the fugly 'skin' &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. PSI shot up to 150 the same night it was 98 in the evening and the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. or 37. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so darn sad. we were just a leeeeetle beet away from no school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things fluctuating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wont be posting for the next 2 weeks cos of EOIs. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muggging in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116039561634367357?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116039561634367357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116039561634367357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116039561634367357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116039561634367357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooh-that-was-fast-reviving-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116022281726570704</id><published>2006-10-07T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T05:06:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>foggy woggy groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fog started... 2 or 3 days ago? that's what my bro said. i didnt even know there was a fog till he told me. then i started thinking of clearing forests for shifting cultivation &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; but anyway it was totally unfair to let the sec twos sit on chairs they didnt even need it ): but i think there was some kind of event going on. cos there were caterers around the school and i saw THREE FULL TRAYS of samosa! ): not fair. fooooooooooooooood. anyway the teacher told us to go down cos we couldnt see, but 5 of us didnt go (: joogian kristy me mwsa and baobs. so mwas baobs and i began revising geog - just rattling off all the shit we've memorised. you shouldnt study with mwsa you get very agitated (: but the main thing's to understand it, and i hope i do. i think i do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the PHI or whatever it is PSI?'s 98 now. and it's giving me a headache ): and it STINKS it's gross. indonesia burning down the entire country or what? but perhaps it's not their fault lah we shouldnt blame everything on them. cos the forest and bush fires are inevitable and uncontrollable too. oh weeeell. tis all foggy cant see properly. and my poor eyes are smarting. poor things. and i think my eyesight's going bonkers too ): lol then i'll HAVE to wear my specs. saddd. i look gross in them. at least i can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a boring day (starting from 12am). at 12 am i finished 2 questions of lit fa and was chatting to yiminoes &gt;&lt; those 2 questions were 1000 words already. hopefully it's not too luosuo, like jojo (: jojo's spreading her infectious LUOSUO virus to renee and meeeee. i annotated a lot while renee wrote a lot for those tables. my gawd. PLUS a foolscap somemore. joann just squeezed everyteeeng, arrows all around (: lol. finished lit fa, geog, math already, still got history and chem AND studying. 3/4 done for geog already! yahooo. my notes are pretty, but they're becoming uglier ): hand tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're deciding on the class tee design on monday! and sending in the form on tuesday. or at least what i told jiahui and mwsa to do. they need time to print the shirts. we cant dwaaag eet on. oh yeah today i had a damn lame convo with julia butt and ruifee (becky's not counted she was practically dead &gt;&lt; ) and then ju suggested we have a netball training session in the jblock toilet cos butt couldnt make up her mind. and we began rambling amidst ruifen's fangirl squeals of jensen ackles. eeeew. shoot the poop into the hoop (toilet bowl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that rhymes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116022281726570704?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116022281726570704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116022281726570704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116022281726570704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116022281726570704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/foggy-woggy-groggy.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116022192892900384</id><published>2006-10-07T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T04:52:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horrible misconceptions. my intentions for blogging were never those to induce self pity. in fact i hate those whimperers who try to get attention. but if you think i'm one of them then nvm. to each his own. blogging was more like... an avenue to let everything out? i dont know, maybe people weren't supposed to read it. cos some things i feel hurt people, and if they read it they'll think i'm insulting them and feel hurt and sad. but that's not the outcome i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry anyone i've hurt then. hopefully i'll be more... sensitive? yeah. no more wrong ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116022192892900384?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116022192892900384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116022192892900384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116022192892900384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116022192892900384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/horrible-misconceptions.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116013552874340794</id><published>2006-10-06T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:52:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok now look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of a single word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships are being strained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we just get over the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a bloody word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm sorry joyce and whoever i insulted but isnt a blog a diary i'm just voicing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, sorry. and i hope we can get over all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh frak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixture of feelings. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;separate by filtration and sieve the good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116013552874340794?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116013552874340794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116013552874340794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116013552874340794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116013552874340794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-now-look.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116013482184140379</id><published>2006-10-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:40:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to postttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shot in about 7 consecutive goals in netball by using baobi's technique! &gt;.&lt; YAAY. and a total of more than 15! and pe was bloody boring due to the fact that we had a relief teacher who was really cool at carving stuff out of the shells of the fruit of the tree outside the pe store. cool, but unrelated to pe. he sat on a wooden chair carving stuff and very unaffected by the chaos going around. o_O but anyway his carvings are cool. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the retard's the nicest pe teacher. one of. after all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-116013482184140379?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116013482184140379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=116013482184140379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116013482184140379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/116013482184140379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/hooophie.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-116005281843774696</id><published>2006-10-05T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T05:53:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when people push the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried reviving jiun's dead rose. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's wrong with putting a rose on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they hit it down themselves, and then blame the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me. for keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i want to do is my OWN BUSINESS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frak off, frakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shut up and admit. i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frak you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she's right, kate's right, i'm right and you're wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. same idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admit it. what's so wrong about saying a few words. only frakers push the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those people seem to be frakers now. you know who you are man. shitfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joyce stop calling me a copycat. i dont know whether you're joking or not but i dont find it funny i find it irritating. if you can prove that you're the only one who uses the word yoohoo in this entire world, i'll kill myself and you can carry on calling me copycat, i dont care. but of course you cant. there're already so many people in rgs who use it, and you just plain wanna pick on me. whatever man, it's not funny, it's getting irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound all pms-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i want all my friends to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED all my friends to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise can they be considered true? i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiahui and i had a very nice and long sms chat today about buses. &gt;.&lt; and where we lived. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and becky, hui, jiahui, julia, siyi and i stayed back a while in class after school for no apparent reason and reminiscenced about kindergarten days. joy and bliss, and of course much laughter at the appallling acts of disgusting young boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i sound pissed? cos i am. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to be going right, no matter how much i delude myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i try not to delude myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&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-21252991.post-115996634657260908</id><published>2006-10-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:52:26.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah joyciee i did your quiz (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115996634657260908?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115996634657260908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115996634657260908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it's no use just complaining. all you do is make people and yourself think you're sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to take action man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of complaining. i dont believe those starving people have COMPUTERS to access your blogs and read them and feel a sense of comfort and warmth that someone out there cares for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they need action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way i see it, but maybe i'm wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115996597533591286?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115996597533591286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115996597533591286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115996597533591286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115996597533591286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-yeah-to-all-those-people-who-start.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115996576609839606</id><published>2006-10-04T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:42:46.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's highlight... DANCE assessment &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we thought we were kinda screwed. cos of that rift with hui and irritated kristy and lots of crapping yesterday with fruitless endings. but... yimin joann and renee and kristy choreographed quite an ok hiphop part! so we learnt it and after lots of screaming by overdomineering people (which is like, half the group, you know who they are dont you). i dont understand why they have to bloody scream. use your voice for something more productive and useful dood. anyway as i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in we all expected bad comments anyway although practising pratically our LIVES away. but... she made comments and 't sounded good! something about transition (we took ETERNITY to master that shitte) and using lyrics of music? YAYY. i like baobi's one so cute. except ONE person laaawl who didnt fit the moulin rouge image at all &gt;.&lt; you know who? well i know. muaahhahaa. anyway it was kinda cute and bimbotic (of course... guess who choreographed most of it? mwsa (: jkjk ) and they had roses (which baobi promptly destroyed by chewing half the flower away and leaving half a flower with pollen dangling out.) and JIAHUI was so darn cute. sexy. lollll. funneh. english was as boring as usual, and for once i think pillow actually realised it, scolding us like that. sad man. plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class tee! personally i like clarissa's design too. AHAHHAHA IPOD DESIGN MY IDEA (: but with so much opposition from the CERTAIN GROUP OF PEOPLE you're not going to able to implement it. oh weell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRESPONSIBLE PEOPLE. who LOST the list i gave to them. which is longgg overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115996576609839606?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115996576609839606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115996576609839606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115996576609839606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115996576609839606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-highlight.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115987855106526019</id><published>2006-10-03T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T05:29:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and just as i think everything's beginning to take on a greater shape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the light, patch up the lost bits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot. but not like i can continue complaining to a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was kinda screwed yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115987855106526019?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115987855106526019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115987855106526019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115987855106526019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115987855106526019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-just-as-i-think-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115979087155801319</id><published>2006-10-02T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:52:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS TEST IS TO TEST YOUR REACTION &amp; HOW WELL YOU KNOW YOURSELF AND THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU. DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN 30 SECS FOR EACH QS. AND REMEMBER, ALWAYS TAKE YOUR FIRST INSTINCT, DON'T CHANGE YOUR MIND ONCE YOU THINK OF A CERTAIN PERSON. BE HONEST, AND ANYONE YOU MENTION CANNOT BE RELATED TO YOU BY BLOOD.TALKING TERMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a) Who always listen out to what you have to crap about? baobe/baobao, jojo, joyciee, yimin, renee, huiee?, mwsa&lt;br /&gt;1b) Who, then, craps WITH/TO you? baobao, jojo, joyciee, yimin, renee&lt;br /&gt;1c) Who loves to talk to you alot? everyoneeeee! yimin, baobao, jojo, renee, and EVERYONE ELSE! (: YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSIONS&lt;br /&gt;2a) Name one friend whom shares the same passion as you. BAOBEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;2b) What passion do you two share? JASON DOHHHHHHHHRINGGGGG MY GOSH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;333333&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;3b) Describe the first person you mentioned. baobeeeee! BAOBAO! funneh, giggly, sick minded, fangirlish, loves the winchesters (no i dont mean the gun &gt;.&lt;), JAAAASON DOHRING FELLOW FAN!, spn, lost, vm (oh yes sorry about the photos from iccs havent uploaded them I NEED A WIRE ): ), nice, chubby, nonsensical, wiggly.&lt;br /&gt;3c) Is the second person one of your best friends/your best friend? jojo? yeah! one of! cos she's so retarded and SCHIZOOOOOOO ARGH. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRITY CRAZE&lt;br /&gt;4a) Name one of your celebrity crushes. JAAAAAAAAAAASON DOHRING. what a redundant question isnt the answer obvious (:&lt;br /&gt;4b) What type of entertainment is he in? showbiz and engaging fans with his HOTNESS *screams and faints* (blown over)&lt;br /&gt;4c) How long do you think you'll continue to craze about him? TILL I DIEE! which is 300 YEARS FROM NOW! 312. muahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;5a) Who'd you share your darkest secrets with? on the surface, baobi mwsa jojo joyce. but really truthfully - no one.&lt;br /&gt;5b) Would she/he share her/his darkest secrets with you? i dont know... all up to themm o_O&lt;br /&gt;5c) So, is that person your best friend? best friendS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS ON TO? [4 ppl]&lt;br /&gt;1) Baobao&lt;br /&gt;2) Reneeeee&lt;br /&gt;3) Mwsawasa&lt;br /&gt;4) Yi-Minoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115979087155801319?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115979087155801319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115979087155801319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115979087155801319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115979087155801319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-test-is-to-test-your-reaction-how.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115970239679790166</id><published>2006-10-01T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T04:33:16.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seems funny, but i suppose my maid's departure has been a bad but also good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me. for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more independent. less wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the memories still haunt, doubtless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart fonder, but how about eternal departure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inevitable separations, yet joyous additions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadd. yesterday my mum gave away the cool cool organ and kept the ancient one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cranky one. ): SOB. but I WANT THE OTHER ONEEEE. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a nice cool jacket and pair of shoes from america! from my darling auntie and uncle! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THE ARTEMIS FOWL BOOK! hah renee you shitty pok i dont need to borrow it from you no more. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i likee my jacket. muahahahhaha. and muh shoes! can wear them to school, they're more than 80% white! and PEEEEEENK but not hot peenk sadly. but 'tis cute anyway! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115970239679790166?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115970239679790166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115970239679790166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115970239679790166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115970239679790166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/seems-funny-but-i-suppose-my-maids.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115953673574501433</id><published>2006-09-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:32:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i saw mrs tilley yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dance examiner. at kap. but maybe not. but she looked like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm designing class tshirt now! hope it's nice, and hope one thirteen likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fussy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be a sub ga! coolios! (: nice nice yimin for training me to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nice ladehhh *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no stamina anyway. today during assembly we had a talk on anorexia and bulimia. so when hui offered me chocolate i told her chocolate makes people fat. then she checked the calories and offered me a bite, and then i was going to tear off a leeeetle beeet and she wouldnt let me touch it, only bite. so in the end she gave up. laawll. and thinking i was on a diet when i wasnt. just cos i didnt want the chunk of choccie. laaaawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca was total shit (as usual), the person who came down to sit in for one session was so bored she was slouching and yeah. boredom signs. then after that we had to do some crap formation, which they couldnt do properly for some reason. (i particularly blame the first person XD) and so she was shouting awaaaay. and of course the formation turned out shit. she probably thinks we're the worst. oh well it doesnt matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihg closing ceremony was today, and i had to skip it for such an effing thing. what the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school gave us choccies as children's day presents! cool. from cocoa trees. but upper sec got crabtree and evelyn products and a balloon. but still, a nice big thanks to the school! (which must have spent a fortune getting all these. THANKS &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab with lisa and angie to coronation plaza before taking a bus. lisa was so damn retarded and funny XD she kept cursing the taxi drivers cos they wouldnt stop for her. then there were a few taxis that were empty but didnt stop for her. so i told her she looked too retarded she scared the people away &gt;.&lt; and then after walking to and fro from the bus stop to the junction we finally got a taxi after... HALF AN HOUR. -.-' we were acting all retarded and crazed in the taxi the driver kept shooting furtive glances at us. laaawl. so we took a retarded pic with lisa's phone and i tweaked with the sounds but couldnt find the "hello moto" one. ): saddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 7.10. so late. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post seems so happy it seems weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o happy day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for rushing out the house shirt sizes lists last night. the evil irresponsible 103 and 8 didnt even hand them in. nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall threaten them on their whiteboards muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday no school! yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115953673574501433?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115953673574501433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115953673574501433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115953673574501433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115953673574501433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-saw-mrs-tilley-yesterday-our.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115935809873127199</id><published>2006-09-27T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T04:54:58.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeeeeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an effing b for music wtf. wtf wtf wtf. efff. not fair. i didnt play any notes wrongly. then kristy mantou and sarah did. wtf wtf wtf wtf. and then kristy decided to give me an a unwillingly and the person just wrote down b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. fffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pissifying. grawr. baobi you should have examined me ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do they expect me to be. perfect ah? please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, but then dont take it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever. i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoid. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellence is bad perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. we had dance exam too! i think jo and i did alright, though we were a bit slow! &gt;&lt; couldnt see jiahui and darrell anyway, facing the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's over, and i have a momento - my TAG! (: the examiner was so cute and nice, when jo's tag dropped off she was like "whoopsie daisies, lost it haven't we?" &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the FUN part of the day was when... (well quite fun) we left dance early (thats the sad part) and missed half of it. but all the french and jap people went off to mug! as clarified by the GO and mrs bala. the receptionist (i shant mention names, just in case &gt;&lt;) was so cute and funneh and nice. so we had to sign out, then baobi and i went to her house! went to her dad's clinic first to get house keys though. and then we finally hailed this cab which used a PINEAPPLE air freshener. at first it was ok, then halfway through we started whispering how we were about to puke and faint. baobi paid for the cab fare &gt;&lt; (i'll pay you back when i have MONEY (: ) and then once we got off we started complaining so loudly to each other. (: lol. so we studied a bit at her dad's clinic first while waiting, then went off to her house (baobao's dad sent us!). everyone went to j8 to study. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we studied while eating lormee from school and then we breaked and started banging on the piano those crappy retarded songs she played in... grade 2? LOL &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; and percy wouldnt sit still for my camera and kept meowing (so cute) and we finally took a pic of him! and got cat fur all over our pinafores (: then we mugged some more, then her daddy came back and sent us to moelc again! yaaaaay baobao's nice dada! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening was shit. sadly. dictee wasn't as difficile &gt;.&lt; as i had expected, thankfully. but i still got one wrong. hope i get high marks for this test, pull my gpa up. i dont think i'll fail closure though, thanks to mugging with baobi! (: *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was nice today! (: i've got homework waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-knockingonmydoor-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115935809873127199?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115935809873127199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115935809873127199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115935809873127199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115935809873127199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/heeeeeey.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115919174590701835</id><published>2006-09-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T06:42:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok you people want me to be non-emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orals today! the examiner was this guy who was so nasty he laughed at everyone. becky was damn pissed he laughed at her name XD retarded. and sandhya was pissed cos he laughed after she turned away! &gt;&lt; laughlaughlaugh. i forgot all my preparation i hope i get at least above 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much homework to do. damn french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress. maybe soon i'll be balding like jo and yimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*howls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clutches hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if my hair turns white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to plan my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115919174590701835?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115919174590701835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>does it have to be such that everytime someone laughs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm becoming a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull me out of this pit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115919095608961818?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115919095608961818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115919095608961818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115919095608961818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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time? someone i've adapted to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you put 2 humans together for 2?3? years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you dangle in front of me and you snatch her away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or she decides to run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tortuous freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115910588620086560?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115910588620086560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115910588620086560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115910588620086560'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;sometimes i just want to hold on to everything i have. and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes? maybe all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that selfish? if everything disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so will i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring my lost soul back from the netherworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring everything back to me, everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leave me here to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everybody can see these scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just believe this is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you don't understand I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna listen to me like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna listen to me like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't look out below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on, but didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to watch you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed this rhyme, to explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised it got so (far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me (in the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know (2x) Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115892848869448382?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115892848869448382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115892848869448382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115892848869448382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115892848869448382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-hitting-me.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115857899970073303</id><published>2006-09-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T04:29:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a tribute to my wonderful hamster. sigh. ): SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most wonderful, intelligent, cutest and sweetest hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(however much shit it may produce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pookie/thefunkyhippo/thewaddlian passed away peacefully on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 september 2006 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us all maintain a minute of silence for the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------in loving memory----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i try to hold on, and loss just pushes my fingertips over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death. loss. the scariest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on, and it'll all be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapt, and you'll lose it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you have left is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hapless. helpless. clinging on the every impossible strand of hope and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115857899970073303?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115857899970073303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>poots.</title><content type='html'>today was ICCCCCCSSSSS! picking up rubbish and crap. oohlala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me jiun jiahui chewlin and joogian = 1 team! we picked up... 12 DARN KILOS OF CRAP! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw interesting stuff etc. and made a litter guard &gt;.&lt; didn't look like one at all but i appreciate the effort! lol interesting explanations from hui and kristy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried touching a tile thingy in the pavillion on the roof. all the tallies, becky and MEEEEE! I CAN TOUCH IT o_O laaawl. that's weird. funnnnnneh. anyway it's an acoomplishment! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post seems so happy in contrast with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a light shines in the darkness, introducing hope and glamour for all. and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun i suppose but the gloves stank like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have FOUR bloody gloves to wash. thanks to baobi mwsa and becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. I JUST REALISED THAT MY PIANO EXAM IS THIS YEAR NOT NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall MUG after the eoys HOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-breakingfree-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115840705015601489?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115840705015601489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115840705015601489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115840705015601489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115840705015601489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/poots.html' title='poots.'/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115840656074326571</id><published>2006-09-15T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T04:36:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm blogging on notepad! coooolios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days fly by. unexpected - i'm going to be sec 2 soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my brother is croaking away. toaad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was interesting. i almost burst my eardrums twice today.&lt;br /&gt;the first was when mr tan was a big fat meano. and then i told him he shouldn't be an umpire when he breaks the rules himself. he crossed the boundary when he helped the other team play goal keeper -.- and we won.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose i was mean too.&lt;br /&gt;then he blew his whistle in my ear. RAWR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second was when joann and i started competing to help julia and renee in their pt and be annie. LAAAAAAAAWL. and i kept stealing the script from her &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fly-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115840656074326571?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115840656074326571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115840656074326571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115840656074326571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115840656074326571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-blogging-on-notepad-coooolios.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115823851478757170</id><published>2006-09-14T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:55:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: November 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your warm heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Musical note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: February&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/21252991-115823851478757170?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115823851478757170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115823851478757170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823851478757170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823851478757170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-birthdate-november-20-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115823798408793051</id><published>2006-09-14T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:46:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did that sound angsty? sorry. but... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's leaving me. i adapt myself to it, get accustomed, and then poof and it's just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's so strong it can tear me apart. give me headaches and... heartache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was a usual boring day with joann my leeetle friend being retarded as usual! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115823798408793051?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115823798408793051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115823798408793051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823798408793051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823798408793051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/did-that-sound-angsty-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115823782090774329</id><published>2006-09-14T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:43:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a psychosis characterized by systematized delusions of persecution or grandeur usually without hallucinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a heavy feeling. not like it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115823782090774329?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115823782090774329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115823782090774329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823782090774329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115823782090774329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/paranoia.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115789558510388605</id><published>2006-09-10T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T06:39:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hamster's so smartt!!! aaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it knows how to lift the cage cover to escapeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHH. smartness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is intelligence the sole factor in surviving in this world now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no? money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just stick to the ol' relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-paperheart-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115789558510388605?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115789558510388605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115789558510388605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115789558510388605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115789558510388605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-hamsters-so-smartt-aaaahhh-it-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115780233213184222</id><published>2006-09-09T04:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:45:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWG TIME! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no inspiration to blog now. hmmm what should i blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh let's blog about the ultimate fighter. it's this really gruesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they make you fight with your FRIEND. and real bad too. the guy had his guys slit open by his FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is breaking the strong bonds between friends worth it? for money, a car, a house and a contract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money over friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the world coming to then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded loonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-endofme-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115780233213184222?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115780233213184222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115780233213184222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780233213184222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780233213184222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/blaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwg-time-xd-i-have-no_09.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115780227820095015</id><published>2006-09-09T04:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:44:38.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWG TIME! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no inspiration to blog now. hmmm what should i blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh let's blog about the ultimate fighter. it's this really gruesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they make you fight with your FRIEND. and real bad too. the guy had his guys slit open by his FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is breaking the strong bonds between friends worth it? for money, a car, a house and a contract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money over friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the world coming to then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115780227820095015?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115780227820095015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115780227820095015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780227820095015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780227820095015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/blaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwg-time-xd-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115780215821013585</id><published>2006-09-09T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:42:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWG TIME! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115780215821013585?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115780215821013585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115780215821013585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780215821013585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115780215821013585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/blaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwg-time-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115771542628565311</id><published>2006-09-08T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T04:37:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep dark secrets hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never to be found. perish with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have a lot of secrets within me. and they're not doing me any good. it's painful to keep them locked up. away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's even more painful to unleash them. you never know what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least they're safe within. but painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn. ignite. destroy the heart inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat away at the guilt slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nibble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wakeup-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115771542628565311?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115771542628565311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115771542628565311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115771542628565311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115771542628565311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/deep-dark-secrets-hidden-within.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115762846646350815</id><published>2006-09-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:27:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooof. so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house campoes! quite fun but tiring. dinner at east coast hawker centre! yummmmmm (: guanrong and ruifen ate STINGRAY coated in chilli. eee yucks chilli yucks. but stingray's nice without the chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid's going next week. time flies. and what i thought crumbled into ashes and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought she was quite nice. and then everything turned sour. i was staring at her last night and wondering how a person could be so evil. the facades. the cover. the shroud. the black heart within. i really dont know what she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she'll repent. and know she's done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even hold on to a passing blade of grass. everytime i try to make myself adapt to something, it all falls apart and gets snatched away. break my heart and stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sweet and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and salty too. &gt;.&lt; PIZZA HUTTT! cheesy lava yummm but salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat nice nice ben and jerry's pistachio ice cream or haagen daaz YUM and goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPINGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-secretswithin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115762846646350815?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115762846646350815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115762846646350815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115762846646350815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115762846646350815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/ooof.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115718324812065592</id><published>2006-09-02T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:47:28.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently doing geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared out my house. now i have 2 houses! so cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house camp next week. waiting in earnest anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music's blasting. sorrows' drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's a blank now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage joyciee dear miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers' day dance was cool. (: really messy the first time, then it was good! and i saw the ass that ruined my life. thankfully she's banished from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whenitallfallsapart-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115718324812065592?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115718324812065592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115718324812065592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115718324812065592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115718324812065592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/currently-doing-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</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-21252991.post-115659360997332636</id><published>2006-08-26T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:42:52.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why hold on to life. if there's nothing to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is falling apart. into dust and nothingness. i hate almost every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships.school.cca.work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go about staring blankly. i dont even understand myself sometimes. the dilemmas in my head are countless. spinning around in a frenzy... a whirl of black and white. not even a speck or droplet of colour in my life. not like last time. so many things have happened... and time changes it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time. freedom. slack. all i could say. filled with fun colour laughter and joy. the pure innocence. the childish naive-ness. fake - not in my vocabulary. and now. all i see are facades, plastic smiles, ... not an ounce of truth in anything. stress and time, change so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this was supposed to be posted a week ago &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21252991-115659360997332636?l=crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115659360997332636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21252991&amp;postID=115659360997332636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115659360997332636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21252991/posts/default/115659360997332636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazynuttypopbaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-hold-on-to-life.html' title=''/><author><name>crazynutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03416326053888019674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
