<?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-7046051</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:29:14.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the main page.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046051.post-109151633566089814</id><published>2004-08-03T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:00:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what? you're outdated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i've moved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.since1989.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.since1989.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;byebye, and goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-109151633566089814?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109151633566089814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=109151633566089814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/109151633566089814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/109151633566089814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/guess-what-youre-outdated.html' title='guess what? you&apos;re outdated!'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108807448538119932</id><published>2004-06-24T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:57:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back.&lt;br /&gt;but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;must go home in 10 mins or that woman will take away my pocket money and i cant get that pair of heels next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to stay away from the computer because its not doing me any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent gone back to school for remedials etc or done my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;erm, like who got do lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i know im contridicting myself by saying so but i would like to announce that i want to be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be knowledgeble (dun luff).&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to hold a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;i want good speaking and writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;and i also want to be pimple free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at my new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;lalu and i went to chapter 2.&lt;br /&gt;so much better than kimage tt time.&lt;br /&gt;stupid malaysians cut my hair until like mushroom and lalu's hair so short.&lt;br /&gt;they can go bang the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;so shunu.&lt;br /&gt;*beams with pride.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back.. (says it in the msn plus voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108807448538119932?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108807448538119932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108807448538119932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108807448538119932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108807448538119932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/back.html' title=''/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108722074088580598</id><published>2004-06-14T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T02:49:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, im now blogging and changing my template at lalu's hse,&lt;br /&gt;whish explains why the template looks nicer, with more *effects*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first attempt at photoshop and i never used it before,&lt;br /&gt;please don't critize me/it behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought some clothes from british india!&lt;br /&gt;nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP TO 50% discount!&lt;br /&gt;some 10% some 20% and some 50% and some no discount lar.&lt;br /&gt;bought one tee that wasn't on sale.&lt;br /&gt;49.90 i think.&lt;br /&gt;bought another 2 tees on sale and two jeans and a skirt on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz great singapore sale!&lt;br /&gt;freaking cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nw im using freaking* instead of fucking*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shunuier rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;its the extreme makeover week but we havent done a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my dad ownself ask me if i wana take the mole off my neck. whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;though its not bothering me, its like get it off will be better rite?&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;dun luff. oni i can luff okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're gona get a haircut but i duno if i'm gona change our hairstyles anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu's gona i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argerjie changed hers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiokeyy cann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know how to get freckles back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu and i love our freckles so much but they're&lt;br /&gt;dying slowly, fading quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're almost gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love freckles!&lt;br /&gt;we want freckles!!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;we don't want skII..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, watch the 9pm show le.&lt;br /&gt;edmund chen still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*diulian i think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shiokk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu's cracking me up with her copy tangtang* antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, you'l only understand what i mean unles you've watched it.&lt;br /&gt;she and xueting copy tangtang and say things like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zha ji, ni yi jing hen mei le, ni bu yao qu dong shou shu le..* etc.&lt;br /&gt;they even record their voices saying that in his accent/ speech prob and play in on the mrt and in the lift, just to make pple luff.&lt;br /&gt;whahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so happy when the longhui decided to kill himself,&lt;br /&gt;but too bad he survived, but at least i got to see his loser look when he got jailed. haaaaa-&lt;br /&gt;abit sadist.&lt;br /&gt;can't help but luff.&lt;br /&gt;wa ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml last episode.&lt;br /&gt;wana see how they transform such a hideous woman to someone nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pants are splitting.&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more honey glazed pork ribs.&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppertime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu forced me to search for height gain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search result for height gain ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.growtallershoes.com/200310/Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow Taller Instantly with our Elevator shoes is now easy&lt;br /&gt;Elevator shoes - 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href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108722074088580598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108722074088580598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108722074088580598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108722074088580598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/okay-im-now-blogging-and-changing-my_14.html' title=''/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108693341361664145</id><published>2004-06-11T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:12:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody hell. always expect the unexpected.</title><content type='html'>im freaking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;my father wants to take my computer away.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i gna put the link for the blog thingy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls. dunt copy.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gona be online for a damn long time&lt;br /&gt;mebe good mebe bad&lt;br /&gt;my whole fucking room furniture.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumore wanted to slap me coz i spoke to him in a dulan tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act act act shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/6225/addictedd-.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/6225/addictedd-.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new background thingy for my new blog. undone. always new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need some time to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye blog.&lt;br /&gt;byebye computer.&lt;br /&gt;blame my father.&lt;br /&gt;byebye msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, why me.&lt;br /&gt;why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bloody mother huo shang jia you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit face&lt;br /&gt;shit people.&lt;br /&gt;im sooo angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe in breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry baby&lt;br /&gt;make my eyes amaller again&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not going away&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe its the first to go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the computer can always go lst rite.&lt;br /&gt;fuck larr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking evil man he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108693341361664145?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108693341361664145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108693341361664145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108693341361664145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108693341361664145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/bloody-hell-always-expect-unexpected.html' title='bloody hell. always expect the unexpected.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108679973105820349</id><published>2004-06-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:48:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very ahdot.</title><content type='html'>lalu and i brought vincent for a *makeover* today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalus thought he needed a makeover and brought him for one, being his sister, i had to go too. otherwise lalu would be even more ahdot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE BROUGHT HIM TO ORCHARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so afraid i woulf bump into someone i knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only saw cindy ang in the toilet, but it was just me and my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;*heaves a sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN LATER at pacific plaza.. bumped into some guy in sch and a girl, duno whats his name lah, one of tt time the see me say peirce is a brand sumthing one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to describe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lincoln wallet ezlink friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saboh.\&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS VERY very diulian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 short people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very diulian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to dig a hole and hide inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so regretted tagging along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu was worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she met so many of her sch pple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND at least if got results still not bad rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT he didn't buy anything except a stupid shirt.&lt;br /&gt;it was almost *force him to buy, actually he didnt want one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was too small size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billabong cant wear, too big.&lt;br /&gt;try balabong next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diulianed.&lt;br /&gt;yingy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108679973105820349?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108679973105820349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108679973105820349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108679973105820349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108679973105820349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/very-ahdot.html' title='very ahdot.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108654815175162581</id><published>2004-06-07T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T03:00:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bookworm. LOL</title><content type='html'>my tutor asked me to the world book fair.&lt;br /&gt;went there, first time going to a book fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought both neil humphreys books.&lt;br /&gt;he's so funny he earns a living selling his crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? &lt;br /&gt;20% off!&lt;br /&gt;better than popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paid 10.90 per book!&lt;br /&gt;dirt cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've said before,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cheapskate,&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't wear stuff from pasarmalams.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if youre some act rich gia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop acting like you got loads of money lah..&lt;br /&gt;afterall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much have you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an inheritance of 10 billion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(erhem. im trying to justify my cheapskateness here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not tt cheapskate okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dun like *laopok things too.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dun go for too branded stuff like what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lv, cd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at this age my dear, unless you got loads of money, fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smoke rises from my nostrils*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw mr tay at carrefour standing up and eating with his famiy!&lt;br /&gt;waahahahaa,&lt;br /&gt;i was like, omgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was carrying the world book fair palstic bag and wif my tution teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looked sooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dno wat to say..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prob changed his impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jnr!!&lt;br /&gt;(me) lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not totally but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heckk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in my family is trying to pack their stuff in boxes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except me..&lt;br /&gt;must start packing soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving to grandmas hse in mid july..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the new hse in oct!!&lt;br /&gt;cant waittttttt.&lt;br /&gt;enuf is enuf y2].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog layout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent finish/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad say if i want internet connection at my grandma hse damn marfan leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, den nvm, go lalus hse to blog or smth, like every weekend? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how first lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or next yr den start to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to only know streetlife very well when i grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be someone great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be knowledgeble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want people to look up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all will, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i dont make it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and become a toilet cleaner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still make you look up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when you go to a public toilet, i try peep at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den u look up at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you looked up to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tats look up at, not look up to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;as long as im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta bloggin, gotta go take a longg nice bath and then tidy my room and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping late during e hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails loudly like some sexualy deprived cat*&lt;br /&gt;erm, dun understand, read lalus blog.&lt;br /&gt;dun get e wrong idea..&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108654815175162581?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108654815175162581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108654815175162581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108654815175162581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108654815175162581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/bookworm-lol.html' title='the bookworm. LOL'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108645555307492037</id><published>2004-06-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:31:05.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goosebumps and raised hairs.</title><content type='html'>im like so scared.&lt;br /&gt;i just watch some old scary show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i returned to my room after every advertisement time, the lights are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scary can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i ask who off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;maid say no.&lt;br /&gt;dad say no.&lt;br /&gt;mother act blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dno if she was the one who switched off the lights or not, she duwan say anything, like last time i tell her abt the bed shaking encounter she like try to change topic. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she say smth like hoyingying you scaredy cat ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dno wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scaryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt time in my room alrealdy damn scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think less den a month ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tossing and turnign in bed, couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i closing my eyes tt time den suddenly the whole bed like shaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den coz it happened while lalu was staying over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i tried to call her, but my cry for help ended up in a real soft whisper..&lt;br /&gt;those no voice tt type.&lt;br /&gt;like air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den cant move also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to reach out to grab her, like her hair? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but couldnt. like keep on wana reach but move at all, damn sscary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rem feeling real at a lost and desperate to wake her up at tt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i realised i couldnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with the blanket still over my neck but my head still sticking out of the blanket in a super *hum* manner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still with my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how could i close my eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned to the other side and tried to sleep again, and when the eyelids closing that time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bed shook again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;but didnt!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost didnt know wat to do, just sit there think think. omg. wat to do. hope im dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i  suddenly rem! pray to god! didnt remember ending my prayer, guess i slept peacefully through it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt cry.&lt;br /&gt;brave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared? god will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz yingying is a good gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to be scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108645555307492037?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108645555307492037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108645555307492037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108645555307492037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108645555307492037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/goosebumps-and-raised-hairs.html' title='goosebumps and raised hairs.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108643529582479044</id><published>2004-06-05T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T19:54:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promises are actually not meant to be broken..</title><content type='html'>BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i broke my promise again but i couldn't resist ripping this off one of the blogs of people i don't know, i love their blogs so much i click on the link whenever i'm bored to csee if they've updated or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't actually bother about reading alot of blogs of people from school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it usually goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farking biatchs!&lt;br /&gt;why are you ignoring me!&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say i spend too much time with my dearie, you're prb jealous lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i got my dearie with me, oh what would i do without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****insert some stupid bloody lovey dopey lyrics here like i duno you know alot of songs lidat/****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out wif laogong today and we shared drinks as usual and had the bestest smooch ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lipgloss was all over him ,rofl lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu dearie, huggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with the word biAtch man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn act can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this is my personal opinion, and like you will retort, *my blog, i want to write wat i write wat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tell you the same too, this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, girls, feeling pissed off? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not giving names and i DID NOT say that every girl is like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unless you admit that you are like tt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try emailing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advice is, if you are extremely pissed off by this entry..&lt;br /&gt;stick to bitching about me with your best friend or the guys you f.l.i.r.t wif from uppersec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here goes the entry of one those really *cOOl people i admire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why humans are continuously racing to be the best at something and to beat each other for something. It applies especially to academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am a very competitive person and I will stop at nothing to be the best at something that I really am good at, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, why compare? All of us have our strengths and weaknesses. Why do we always have to compete with someone who is not in their league? Why do we stress ourselves out so much till we stop at nothing until we beat that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are sheer benefits. How can society progress if people don't compete with each other? Friendly competition is definitely good. But not to the extent that you end up hating the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you want to compare yourself to someone, do it in private. You may make the person suffer from an inferiority complex. The world is not as secure as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like me competing against isa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahhahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want isa to suffer from an inferiority complex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil girn* &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108643529582479044?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108643529582479044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108643529582479044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108643529582479044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108643529582479044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/promises-are-actually-not-meant-to-be.html' title='promises are actually not meant to be broken..'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108642453552892560</id><published>2004-06-05T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T16:38:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raised eyebrows.</title><content type='html'>i feel so disgusted by myself.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i say i'll do something but end up doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i blog all day. &lt;br /&gt;for what? &lt;br /&gt;i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no one to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;and this is my outlet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;only i laugh, you don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT BLOG UNTIL AFTER TUTION!&lt;br /&gt;TUTION AT 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u be the witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathe.&lt;br /&gt;tution homework.&lt;br /&gt;completebloglayout.&lt;br /&gt;tution.&lt;br /&gt;eat and blog.&lt;br /&gt;bathe.&lt;br /&gt;mositurise.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt moisturise again yesterday, i said i would. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody liar wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;low stlf esteem again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM CONFIDENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh/ i've been rotting for the whole damned week.&lt;br /&gt;wasted one week of my holidays just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;gna post one up soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be a good girl alrealdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to study lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to transfer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there will be a school that will accept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MIGHT not have to see your stinky face after 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;or less. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if i can get into lit in peirce, even better lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go bathe and do your hw!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like im talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046051.post-108636785807718712</id><published>2004-06-05T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T00:53:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moisturise diligently!</title><content type='html'>i have been moisturising diligently for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that isn't diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stopped yesterday coz i was darn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glup down more water and den moisturise before i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml i will: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish my eng tui hw.&lt;br /&gt;(i havent done one assignment since she started teaching me, i should be good)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, finish my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have tuition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moisturise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my moms behind me but dosent say a word, poor her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be good to her from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my good mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can see her eyes are sore for crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has my dad shagged her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deprived of sEx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must put one letter caps coz those stupid aDverTisements will start turing those words into hyperlinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so hate sPam, sPywaRe, aDs, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE ARE ALSO ALOT OF STUPID aDS PROMISING ME THAT THEY WILL MAKE ME THIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you can look like this in 3 weeks!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those aDs keep taunting me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haunting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop bothering me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;mums pmsing again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightttttty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you care, okay, fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108636785807718712?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108636785807718712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108636785807718712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108636785807718712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108636785807718712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work and then slacked. i did not do a single shit, i walked around the office searching for food, going into my mums room and rummaging her under table for more food. and read female.. wahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and played with the golden fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, you must be wondering why this is the most meaningful entry, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because on the way home, my mother was pissed off  by my dad, she hasnt been getting attention from him, and he always says he's busy, he's tired, dunt disturb him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey its part and parcel of adult life, so stop sniggering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're not like goldie hawn and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cried in the cAr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't express my thoughts and feelings well so i didn't know how to console her except to tell her not to cry..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can't seem to get out of my mouth so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she told me her sad story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i teared too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun't ask me why i did that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of like cried but i tried to act strong. look up, so the tears wun fall.&lt;br /&gt;whahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm,&lt;br /&gt;i think i should talk to my dad one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i think i should pray that my dad says sorry and gets horny enough to give my mum a damn good shag at the office to make her feel better when she returns to the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,god please, make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108635276803772318?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108635276803772318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108635276803772318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108635276803772318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108635276803772318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/most-meaningful-entry-of-week-which.html' title='the most meaningful entry of the week, which isn&apos;t meaningful actually but compared to the others, it is.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108632357405622330</id><published>2004-06-04T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T12:38:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore food festival in the comfort of your own home.</title><content type='html'>i am eating to my heart's content,&lt;br /&gt;1.dumplings in the morn,&lt;br /&gt;2.followed by hokkien mee,&lt;br /&gt;3.now im trying to finish the whole box of mango cake my maid made..&lt;br /&gt;yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;ask lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;i have someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh, my mother not at home meh.&lt;br /&gt;grandma: she duno go hdb blah blah, get duno wat 50 storey hse tts gna be ready in like 4 yrs time i think.&lt;br /&gt;me: har, den wat abt the condo?&lt;br /&gt;grandma: also want..&lt;br /&gt;me:har, 50 storey.. siao, later got bird fly in i die. later rain got butterfly i cry..&lt;br /&gt;grandma: luff her ass off. den say smth like but duno whether can apply anot.. so must *shen qing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-note: pls dun ask me wats tt, coz i dno. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm,&lt;br /&gt;they got so rich meh, so rich buy bungalow lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu say her auntie or smth bought a 4storey bungalow with garden(duh!) for 1.1mil!&lt;br /&gt;and she like say the condo costs 1mil alrealdy?&lt;br /&gt;penthouse i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now they want the hdb flat tingy.&lt;br /&gt;buy bungy even better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 50storey tingy is hdb&lt;br /&gt;and they say quite small..&lt;br /&gt;whahaha&lt;br /&gt;mebe i might not be allowed to enter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe they gna bulid it for the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;thier lovenest.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;this lovenest thing is pruely crap.&lt;br /&gt;i gt good imagination huh? ;p&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, why would a couple with four kids want another extra small flat for right?&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;-winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappin again.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;go finish my food.&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sport a bloat, it's cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108632357405622330?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108632357405622330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108632357405622330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108632357405622330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108632357405622330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/singapore-food-festival-in-comfort-of.html' title='singapore food festival in the comfort of your own home.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108628555089872121</id><published>2004-06-04T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T02:02:20.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 8th entry of the day. i promise not to do this ever again.</title><content type='html'>Mother says that 3 spare tires for a girl&lt;br /&gt;is extremely abnormal, esp when i'm a teen.&lt;br /&gt;Now we all know that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a tummy and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;At least it sure looks healthier than&lt;br /&gt;tummiless teenage girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And peeps who complain that they're fat&lt;br /&gt;but are not deserve to die. Every&lt;br /&gt;word they say can jolly well affect&lt;br /&gt;anyone around them. On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;people who laugh at "fat" people &lt;br /&gt;(who are in reality, not obese), &lt;br /&gt;ought to be ashamed of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of insensitive comments&lt;br /&gt;and finger-pointing that cause anaroxic&lt;br /&gt;or bulimic people around. ANYONE can&lt;br /&gt;be affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT EVER starve yourself because&lt;br /&gt;of low self-esteem. Hunger is a terrible&lt;br /&gt;feeling. There's so much to eat and we live&lt;br /&gt;for such a short time. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the satisfation of a full tum while you're alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped this off from some gil's blog while bloghopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pround to say i dunt have three spare tires, only one!&lt;br /&gt;i'm normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike those skinny bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay happy eating carrots while i feast on mountains of steak!!&lt;br /&gt;*ties hankie over neck and holds fork and knife in one hand with saliva drooling.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108628555089872121?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108628555089872121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108628555089872121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108628555089872121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108628555089872121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/8th-entry-of-day-i-promise-not-to-do.html' title='the 8th entry of the day. i promise not to do this ever again.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108628154693163506</id><published>2004-06-04T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T01:27:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg. my 7th blog entry for the day.</title><content type='html'>someone tell me i'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloggin for the 7th time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy talking to the wall so much.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i came here with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i need/want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tidy my room(no, its still not complete.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-charlenes blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chengzis blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-class blog (mr chew stuff or healthy skin spa stuff)&lt;br /&gt;*damn boliao i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-go to workkkkkk!!&lt;br /&gt;*at dads office lar, slack slack abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buy clearasil tingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do up my blog.. the *moviestar* layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finish my holiday hw..&lt;br /&gt;(whahahhaa, wtf. its's the last thing on my to do list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats abt all i think..&lt;br /&gt;nighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108628154693163506?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108628154693163506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108628154693163506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gna go my dad's office to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;lucky i suddenly rem and ask pple if got sch anot man.&lt;br /&gt;or else teacher call my mother..&lt;br /&gt;den my pocket money reduced again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. the 9pm show so rocks can.&lt;br /&gt;channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund chen so nice lookin!!&lt;br /&gt;he's so damn old but he age well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiangyun should be ashamed of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaha, she age faster den her husband. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think edmund's face got the red red drink lotsa beer look, so nice can.&lt;br /&gt;or issit wine?&lt;br /&gt;whahhahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand guys with nice complexion or pimpleless faces..&lt;br /&gt;and he even looks nice when he just got beaten up.. whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a face like that!!, a female version of course!&lt;br /&gt;so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have a crush on edmund chen of coz..&lt;br /&gt;he's so damn old..&lt;br /&gt;but i just admire the fact that he age well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to age well too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt be thinking of such things now.&lt;br /&gt;whatever will be will be. xD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should take care of the pores of my nose, maintain my cheek colour and get rid of eyebags and pimples can le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;one month til sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even a month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duwan go sch so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml still must go sch!! =CCCC &lt;br /&gt;*pulls a darned long face, setting foundation for wrinkles..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair instead.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should lock my diary man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't know who the hell is reading this, in case there are people reading this, they might be disgusted by what i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you are THAT INTERESTED in my boring life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like blog so many times today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talk alot of shit?&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if got more pple come den i will do more pics again like last time lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i dunt care le..&lt;br /&gt;coz tt time the webcounter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadcase!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little pple go.. like 20+ a day issit? forgot le..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly drop after my com crash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i can put a counter back but afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona delete this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm wunt be in my new blog one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be deleted by next week i think =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my crushieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108627207217667231?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108627207217667231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108627207217667231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108627207217667231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108627207217667231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;but my mother is anti that.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my brother told me that he told my mother i packed his bookshelf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his bookshelf!&lt;br /&gt;bookshelvES i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;it's a big library of children story books.&lt;br /&gt;tidy that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dieee.&lt;br /&gt;he still say wat i kept packign and oni used the com for *awhile.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;omgg.&lt;br /&gt;and how many times have i blogged today?&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 9oclock show startin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch..&lt;br /&gt;den lata rush to jasons room to tidy up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, dis whole week can't go out, oni next tues goin out with the other 3 cozzies.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks = 50+50 +100 to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way, we shop better.&lt;br /&gt;whahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lar, enuf bloggin today, unless my mums in super good mood.&lt;br /&gt;whahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108626790866161045?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108626790866161045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108626790866161045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108626790866161045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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minutes time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she spoke so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what didi i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched anything in my room,&lt;br /&gt;so i broke my promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was gona tidy the magazines and NOT USE THE COMPUTER UNTIL AFTER 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liar, bloody liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put pimple cream try to do last minute tidying b4 she comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i can proudly and less guiltily say i've tidied the mags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zooms to the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108626439630365358?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046051.post-108625410444067629</id><published>2004-06-03T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:56:31.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the goodie two shoes.</title><content type='html'>okae.&lt;br /&gt;actually this hols i'm suppoused to work at my dad's ooffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've only gone to work for half a day..&lt;br /&gt;typed two documents and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad has been naggin.&lt;br /&gt;arrgh, and i wun't get a full pay if I dunt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppoused to go today but i said i would tidy up my room, which is an old excuse i've been using for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enlightened, i've decided to go take a bath now and stop hangin ard my com aimlessly editing my current blog, and not even doing my new blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;whats that word?&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;after my bath, i'm gna tidy up my room, the books and all al least, gna move to my grandma's place by mid july and then move to the new hse sometime in oct, when the renovation stuff are all done..&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to *decorate or *design my room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the *egyptian goddess* feel in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour palette: purple, black, white, cream, and hints of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;abit of cracked wood stuff and crystals can.&lt;br /&gt;wah, if got crystal ball so shiok can,&lt;br /&gt;but not dreaming tt far, must be more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;(this is crap) the crystal ball thing is crap.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that dreamy can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need, $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm,&lt;br /&gt;and i need a full length mirror!&lt;br /&gt;i want a walk in wardrobe. or at least one transparent one i can show off my clothes in, but it might not go well with the victorian closet looks, whahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitshit, have you seen beyonce's room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt time i watched it on mtv i think, i was like wah.&lt;br /&gt;so shiokkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want.&lt;br /&gt;i want.&lt;br /&gt;i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaha&lt;br /&gt;and that purple chair!!&lt;br /&gt;i want tt purple chair!!&lt;br /&gt;not your typical sofa, but the long one, with spirals and in dark purple velvet and complete with soft fluffy cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anna sui type!! duno how to say. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i want that purple chair!!&lt;br /&gt;i must get it!&lt;br /&gt;i must have it!&lt;br /&gt;i want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,sofa, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i oso want abit of the *samasara nights feeling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaha, scarely spell wrongly.!!&lt;br /&gt;erm, its abit far-east inspired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means arh pu neh, &lt;br /&gt;NOT far east plaza, not so laopok..&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can so childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i want to do with my room.&lt;br /&gt;i think i want a ceiling fan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those kind of old old woody woody gna drop down tt type of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;whaha, so cool can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of coz i need an air con too, like art cool. whahahahhahahahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sick.&lt;br /&gt;i keep dreaming abt my new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i duno how to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lar, what time, le, talk until nw.&lt;br /&gt;gna finish tidying the books in my room, the magazines i mean. whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;what books!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhaa, and lalu's nick, *taitai wanabe..* i want to be a taitai so can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show you my shao nai nai wallet as well as tell you about the mystery of the missing taitai wallet story next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;i must pull lalu to *Lim's arts and living* one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;i think the stuff there can be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;read home and decor!!&lt;br /&gt;whahahhaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehnehs,&lt;br /&gt;all fart not shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggh.&lt;br /&gt;talking abt shit, go take a dump and bathe, byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108625410444067629?l=fallible-me.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-7046051.post-108624680159665113</id><published>2004-06-03T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:06:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti vincent.</title><content type='html'>i'm very very very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent is forever trying to act violent.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just admit it lah.&lt;br /&gt;he's small in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= W I M P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's always trying to act strong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call it tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz he was playing his little fighter 2.&lt;br /&gt;( wtf. LITTLE fighter. i dno abt you but it sounds extremely sissy to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summre i think the name of his game is damn sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was *lethal fighter*, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he asked me to dl it tt tme, i typed *lethal fighter* in google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u try pronouncing *little* and *lethal*&lt;br /&gt;dosent sound the same but i thought he didnt know how to pronounce *lethal* properly.&lt;br /&gt;coz his pronounciation is bad..&lt;br /&gt;so i tought mebe he mis-pronounced it as *lee-thal* instead of *let-thal*&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;coz i reallie thought no one would ever think of such a lame name for a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how can a guy ever feel big when the name of the game he's playing is little fighter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word little just puts you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i magaine *haolianing* to your frds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won [tom.dick.or.harry] at little figher yesterday night, lehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den ur frds reply: you won only becoz its LITTLE FIGHTER, smallboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaa, i'll be luffin my shit out by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the story,&lt;br /&gt;coz he just ask me to dl it oni mah, nvr write the name of e game down or anything,&lt;br /&gt;so i googled *lethal fighter*&lt;br /&gt;den later i find, ehh, why dun have..&lt;br /&gt;den ask him is *little* or *lethal*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he said little boy tt *little*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave him a disgusted look and helped him dl it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still dare tell me its lame but fun, lame still play.&lt;br /&gt;i tot u want to grow up so desperately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so very pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i think due to his lousy skills, he got angry wth the game coz he lost and killed the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;now it shakes whenever i type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wunder i heard some clicking noise of him fixing back smth just nw.&lt;br /&gt;he spoilt the keyboard thingy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna confront him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of coz i wunt say he's wimpy and all that stuff lar,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;-winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tries to cover your mouth b4 you puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oui,&lt;br /&gt;dun like my blog?&lt;br /&gt;dun read it lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..!.. off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108624680159665113?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108624680159665113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy, &lt;br /&gt;altho i just tried to jump off the bed thinking my legs are long again and fell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck.&lt;br /&gt;my mum just came in and said nicely:&lt;br /&gt;what time are you gna off the com, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that shit,&lt;br /&gt;but in a nicer tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's tryin to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i will sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;nowadys my dad has taken over my mother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who nags more now..&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a pimple outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono, it's not that time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i where got still will so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must brush up on my eng.&lt;br /&gt;and learn how to express myself properly.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i speak like i got a speach prob.&lt;br /&gt;issit just the braces?&lt;br /&gt;i'm wonderinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blabber blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy the clearasil tingy alrealdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to apply pimple cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shine free face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;large pores too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is a big prob.&lt;br /&gt;whahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;stupid blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;not gna make it to the selection of my new blog i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, cyaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108619878665132437?l=fallible-me.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-7046051.post-108616234468377811</id><published>2004-06-02T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T15:45:44.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissy wissy.</title><content type='html'>im so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was helping charlene boost her blog's self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;(dun get it? okay, mebe you haven't been to blogskins) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in simpler words, i was helping her with a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling at the finished product when i wanted to return to the templates page to save it when i saw that dreaded string of words on the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(program not responding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;arse luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still fuming mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;i'll redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but chinese tution is gna start anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese tution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm with the towel over my head and pouting and making stupid faces at the com.&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm that lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i saved it before i went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why meeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i havent completed my new layout for my *fallible-me* blog.&lt;br /&gt;this one larh.&lt;br /&gt;this layout so plain can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently making the *movie star blog.* i think lalu calls it tt.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chk out http://ballhead.blogspot.com/ so see hows zit goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a draftblog.&lt;br /&gt;which means its not a real blog.&lt;br /&gt;obviously.&lt;br /&gt;i won't choose a stupid name like ballhead for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin much better now.&lt;br /&gt;but still pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;a whole damnned layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i go her blog.&lt;br /&gt;its the old blogger layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling at it and now it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chinese tution is gna start soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck are my tution books?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is my tution homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CHINESE TUTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff ranting, ccyaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108616234468377811?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108616234468377811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108616234468377811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108616234468377811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108616234468377811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/pissy-wissy.html' title='pissy wissy.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108610203657540625</id><published>2004-06-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T00:46:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my brotherr!! =DD</title><content type='html'>i'm so pissed off can.&lt;br /&gt;that bloody vincent keep trying to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser boy.&lt;br /&gt;when he lose:&lt;br /&gt;he cries.&lt;br /&gt;he says wat, parents alwaes treat me better than him.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;just came back from *reunion dinner*&lt;br /&gt;wahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;smth lidat larx.&lt;br /&gt;wif lalu and fam.&lt;br /&gt;lele so cute okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some ziai* pics taken the gals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they took some pics of jason..&lt;br /&gt;whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;jason got lots of poses and is damn photogenic..&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but he's nice looking and cute larx..&lt;br /&gt;but he has some kind of attitude problem..&lt;br /&gt;like *zi bi zhen*&lt;br /&gt;lalu calls it tt lar..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its the way we treat him, &lt;br /&gt;so now i'm like trying to make up, and be good to him, lol?&lt;br /&gt;he's quite funny lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz he was picking his nose den i said, don't pick your nose or else the owl will come and eat it..&lt;br /&gt;(he's afraid of owls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he answered smth like: why owls got nothing to eat then they eat mucus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*bor weh gong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;think i should try not to use too much hokkien here and there.&lt;br /&gt;LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as usual, vincent is gonna use the com again, &lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should nickname him the com snatcher or smth.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's nagging again.&lt;br /&gt;go bathe nw.&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108610203657540625?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108610203657540625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108610203657540625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108610203657540625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108610203657540625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-hate-my-brotherr-dd.html' title='i hate my brotherr!! =DD'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108608587165307532</id><published>2004-06-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T18:31:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be bothered.</title><content type='html'>it's me against the world.. :D&lt;br /&gt;you can't put me down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stronger than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;cut the crap, yingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin so damn pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't appreaciate whatever i do,&lt;br /&gt;just fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108608587165307532?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108608587165307532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108608587165307532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108608587165307532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108608587165307532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/06/cant-be-bothered.html' title='can&apos;t be bothered.'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108598502739553278</id><published>2004-05-31T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T14:31:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very busy making my new blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm bloody lazy.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gona take so long to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to give a shit abt things these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from school.&lt;br /&gt;forced to complete 5 hours of detention,&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;gt no chioce anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i ate my *recess myself!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went back for detention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;other pple need to complete only one hour. but me?&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;so i was the only one left after 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was in the pupil welfare room.&lt;br /&gt;sitting on mdm julia yong's seat.&lt;br /&gt;waahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote alot of stuff in my notebook,&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was reallie bored.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppoused to scan it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;nah, can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i'm done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til i get me new layout =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108598502739553278?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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[[the results]]</title><content type='html'>okae, i didn't go to school today but i heard from friends i've got four passes!!&lt;br /&gt;okay! five passes, if you include cme!!&lt;br /&gt;wahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thank god things didn't turn out the way i expected them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu also got four passes each!!&lt;br /&gt;she also studied last minute too!&lt;br /&gt;genius cozzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed chinese too!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;damn funny right!&lt;br /&gt;actually i tried my best for chinese exam alrealdy but still failed..&lt;br /&gt;although i only studied like the day before? less than that. xD&lt;br /&gt;but fiona helped me get two marks and i passed.&lt;br /&gt;tyco!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told me i got first in class for history..&lt;br /&gt;i swear i studied only the day before, so i'm feeling so proud of myself,&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;but i only won sam ann by 1 mark yar.. xD&lt;br /&gt;liddat still happie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam ann and i are so happy, and if you read the class blog for the  anti isa stuff, you'll know that he wanted to bribe sam ann and i to vote for him as monitor!!&lt;br /&gt;thick skinned freak.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so even if isa is after us, he'll only be third!!&lt;br /&gt;#3!!&lt;br /&gt;at least #2 sounds nice too!!&lt;br /&gt;dosen't sound tt good huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm damn haolian but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;yingying + first in class = joke&lt;br /&gt;but its real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember me telling isa  i will win him for o levels?&lt;br /&gt;o levels havent come lar.&lt;br /&gt;but i will win him then.&lt;br /&gt;i alrealdy win him now!! *smirks&lt;br /&gt;hohohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happily gloating,&lt;br /&gt;here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still havent forgotten my promise.&lt;br /&gt;i will work hard for my end of year.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit the class blog to see the anti isa stuff. i didn't put it on my blog coz the colour dosent match. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108540243561094540?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108540243561094540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108540243561094540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108540243561094540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108540243561094540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/05/chapter-3-results.html' title='chapter 3. 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[[my pride]]</title><content type='html'>this is taken from my previous blog.(its gone nw). i'm so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun laugh okay. but i did it with paint (the lousy free thingy that comes your computer...).. it was trial and error, and dot by dot, patch by patch... wahahahz. coz my stupid com got no photoshop... just reformat com mah.. =/ so i think i'm very geniusy and you all should say wahhhhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4526/3e4--bilabong-vs-balabong.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right? paint leh!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108504448780650550?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108504448780650550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108504448780650550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108504448780650550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108504448780650550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/05/chapter-2-my-pride.html' title='chapter 2. [[my pride]]'/><author><name>yingy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14927260179136252584</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-7046051.post-108504221634807640</id><published>2004-05-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:57:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 1. [[the setting]]</title><content type='html'>first entry, so this is like a brief introduction to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, a first child born on 24th September 1989.&lt;br /&gt;being the first child, i was spoilt and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't sleep at home, i slept at my babysitters' home.&lt;br /&gt;i returned home when i was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents brought me shopping every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;trouble came when my second brother, vincent (19th May 1992) was born and he took all the attention away from me, i felt unloved and shopping trips became less frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mother gave birth to another boy, jason. (9th August 1999)&lt;br /&gt;vincent and i hate him to the core.&lt;br /&gt;he gets bullied by us occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;he picks his nose.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks he's good looking.&lt;br /&gt;he had the worst set of teeth you can ever find on a kid.&lt;br /&gt;he dosen't brush his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;worse of all, vincent and i get blamed for every thing he does wrong.&lt;br /&gt;my parents spoil him like anything and my mother sides with him.&lt;br /&gt;after his birth, shopping trips became history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that wasn't enough, my mother gave birth to another!&lt;br /&gt;this time a girl, felicia (November 2002).&lt;br /&gt;i forgot her birthdate, can't be bothered to remember.&lt;br /&gt;this one took half my wardrobe space away.&lt;br /&gt;i used to call her dragon lady.&lt;br /&gt;coz i didn't like her nose.&lt;br /&gt;of course there wasn't anymore shopping trips but my mother buys so much clothes when she goes shopping herself, she's got literally more than she can wear even if she wears a different set each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice all my siblings have a christian name? i don't have one in my birth cert, the three of them have it in their birth certs. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. when i was in p3 i think i asked my mum why and i asked her whats mine, she said, angelina lah angelina lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she probably said it without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats all for sibling rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall talk about my academic history. this part sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother told me that when i was in kindergarten, i was always asking my classmates to do their homework but i wouldn't do mine. but i still got 95-100 for every test or exam... good grades but negative comments like "she should try to be more attentive in class" or "she can be rather talkative during lessontime". But in primary school, it became worse like: "she can be disruptive in class at times".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into Marymount Convent School.&lt;br /&gt;i got into trouble in primary school during the first few weeks of primary one.&lt;br /&gt;i was swinging my waterbottle to and fro and accidentally hit a classmate when we were lining up on the nose and she got a nosebleed. i found myself in the principals' office.&lt;br /&gt;My mother came and became the principals 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are other lame stuff that i still remember but i can't remember when they happened alrealdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kicking a girl in the stomach for fun in primary school (she's in my secondary school now, wahaha, she's in sec3,2004 xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-playing truant :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pasting a post-it note with picture of a tortise drawn on it on my chinese teacher mrs pang's back. (she cursed me saying i would go to em3 okay!! but i didn't &gt;=P and i think i rememeber waving my report card in front of her when we got back our report card, hehehehh.. and oh, the teacher found out i pasted em on her back because this evil teachers pet, VANESSA KWA (bishan park sec,2004) told her about it. then the teacher complained, i was angry, coz she didn't get to walk it to the staffroom, so i drew another one and pasted it on the cca noticeboard, beside her name. wahahhaha. and the dicipline mistress found out and i got into trouble yet again..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vandalising my table in the classroom (actually this is a very normal thing to do, but the teacher caught me doing it in class during her lesson and i was sweeping the dust all over the classroom and she was pissed coz i havent done her homework the whole year through. so she came up with a terrible punishment! i had to pay for the table with my own pocket money!! i had to go to the general office every day before my recess and give 50 cents to the officewoman. this contunued for months. i will always remember this punishment man.. its so lame..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stepping on some people's foot for the heck of it.. i did it only for fun then they complained to the vice principal at one time, i was so scared i hid in the toilet.. wahhaha. damn lame tt time. and i never stepped on their foot frm then on..&lt;br /&gt;i think that was very un-brave of me.. i feel so ashamed of myself to put it here but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-calling myself a saint.. we were having some library lessons and i was being naughty and the teacher scolded me and called me a brat or smth den i said "i'm not a ____, i'm a saint!"&lt;br /&gt;the teacher:"saints don't talk the way you do!"&lt;br /&gt;me: -__________-&lt;br /&gt;people laughed, all that stuff.. den i got the new nickname.. saint.. damn lame and now in secondary school i call myself whatt? goddess. XD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-starting a [[anti-chua xin yi society]]. what the hell... i just didn't like her face and the mole some where on her face.. so i didn't like her lor.. and now in secondary sch, i have my [[anti-isa clan]]. don't worry, i'll grow up someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i remember getting called to the dicipline room so much i could walk there blindfolded. i mean i think i used to go there like once a week? lol. but i forgot most of the things i do alrealdy. but its all small cheeky stuff like calling teachers lame names.. haha, there was one mr char siew pau, coz his name was mr siew.., all these lame stuff..) primary school life so rocks. fun fun fun, without dropping grades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i copied homework and never hand in maths assignments the whole year through. i think with my 8 years of copying experience i can copy stuff quite fast alrealdy and i don't have to keep moving my eyes to look at what i'm writing, i only look at what i need to copy and move my hand without looking at what i'm writing, it's that crazy... whahahhaha. i never woke up even until psle but i still got A for English, B for Science, B for Maths, B for Chinese. I got into express, and was posted to Peirce Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that point of time, i was excited to go to secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;i  felt like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;i also became bigger.&lt;br /&gt;i started to put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;heavier and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;skinny&lt;/strong&gt; in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;i used to share clothes with lalu but now i can't fit into her skirts for fear of splitting it.&lt;br /&gt;whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;XD.&lt;br /&gt;puberty what. whahahha,&lt;br /&gt;sec1-sec3. grow fatter and fatter at lightning speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;before i went into sec1, my mother told me that this was a new beginning, i was going to a new school, where nobody knew me.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to give myself a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary 1.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying my best to be good, in the sense that i just don't get myself into trouble, but i still didn't do homework, or copied from friends when i had to. i never studied but still got into 2e2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary 2.&lt;br /&gt;i started to put on weight from sec1-sec2. i became naughtier. i couldn't take it anymore. being guai was boring and stupid. i had a crazy pink bag and i became the naughty yingying i used to be once more. but my grades suffered? why? i never used to have to study. i put in more effort when doing my test papers.. i thought i would drop to normal aced, but i didn't. i got promoted to 3e4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary 3.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in sec3. the mid year exam just ended. and i did not study hard for it. i'm suffering from post-exam anxiety once again.. i only passed 3 subjects out of 7 for my ca1. now its the mid year and the results might be the same as before. i don't  know what to do. this is the midyear exams. 40%! it's like history repeating itself but i still did not study even though i sorta like 'woke up' again 3 weeks before my midyear. i think i've been given too many chances. maybe i need harsh punishment to learn my lesson this time. now i'm waiting for my results. what can i do? nothing. no, i don't think i'll be crying when i get my results. i am prepared to pass only one subject. but i cannot fail all. i've never failed english, and i cannot. not now. i'm prepared to retain or drop to normal aced. i think i'd rather retain. nobody will want to. but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i steer this ship before it reaches the storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, this is my plan:&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many subjects i pass, i will still try to work hard for my finals and all and hope i won't drop or retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i try , but still drop to na, i think i'll go to some school where no one knows me and be a good girl. promise the principal i'll study hard. hope i'll meet some nice peeps who won't despise me there. but i still dunnoe how i'm gonna do maths assignments when i havent completed any of my maths assignments since primary two. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if get promoted to sec4e. best larh. but i think i still might want to go to another school. i wana take literature. i know its late.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe if i retain then it won't be.&lt;br /&gt;getting retained might even be a blessing in disguise. :)&lt;br /&gt;must think positive. can't breakdown now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some people willl say stuff like: got school want you meh?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about that but please don't be so sarcastic can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so this isn't a *brief* introduction huh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever will be will be, the future is not for us to see.." from some song i sung in pre school? LOl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046051-108504221634807640?l=fallible-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/feeds/108504221634807640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046051&amp;postID=108504221634807640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108504221634807640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046051/posts/default/108504221634807640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallible-me.blogspot.com/2004/05/chapter-1-setting.html' title='chapter 1. 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