<?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-16958107</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:08.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aryeSis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16958107.post-116929465973815593</id><published>2007-01-20T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:04:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today i shall start on how women are like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[i m tlking abt basic general gurls.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;okies, no matter how much a gurl hates pink or is disgusted at girly stuff. ur still a gurl, and u cant change tat fact. [unless u go Korea and do a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt; plastic surgery larhs..] anyways, tat gurl nature is in us. and will forever be untill the day u have heart attack, brain tumor, cancer, hypertension and get abducted by aliens. jkjk i was just kidding. sooo, u get wad i mean rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;one living example is gelly. [a.k.a. Dannu~ ^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;gelly hates pink. she disgust pink. but tat gurl side of her is still there... [sad to say, sob. she shld have just turn into a guy and change her name to Danny. but oh wells~] gelly however has good fashion sense! i mean, she tlks to fashion abt me like everyday and even on the comp. we crap and critizise ppl wif no fashion sense. [sry fiona~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haiz, samantha also another example. ppl say she's les wif me [?] this shows tat they do not noe &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; abt her. comon. she's like total straight and goes crazy [literally crazy] over some guys. i mean i just have to say &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sesshomaru &lt;/span&gt;and she will whine or squeel or sumthing larhs. so sam is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;les, mind u... she's a hardcore boy addict ok. [of cus i mean &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hot guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ore crazy then me =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's another thing abt being a gurl thats special. we are all gifted wif sensitivity. Yes, if u had read my past few entries u wld noe wad i m tlking abt. not onli are we sensitive but we also mature at a much faster rate. this tells us why we must date guys older then us. cus our maturity is like a guy's maturity one or two years older then us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lets start a seneiro. ur in class and ur teacher calls one of ur good fren to tlk to her personally outside class. a few mins later, u see the teacher wlk back in the class, however ur fren was still outside. u see her/him facing away frm the class, sobbing. After a few mins she/he comes back into the class looking perfectly fine and energized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;How will you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Most of us wld ask wad had happened. Lets just say u did, and she/he says tat she/he's totally fine and the teacher merily just asked him abt his project. Now this is where tat seperate us gurls frm the loser insesitive guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;like more then 60% of the guys will go, "ohh ok lors, -tlks abt stuff-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but will u do tat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;will u just be stupid and believe wad ur fren just told u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;no. definitely not. not one chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;of cus it'll get slightly emotional and heavy but comeon, we're gurls. we cry and its a form of releasing stressed up emotions. we'll listen and hear our gurlfren's heart out and comfort them. there's a difference. if u ever have a bf, or husband. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ever try to find some comfort in them. yea, they do comfort. but guys SUCK at comforting. trust me, they just SUCK at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You shld just call a gurlfren or ur mum or cusin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gurls do the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;comforting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boys do the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;emo-thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116929465973815593?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116929465973815593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116929465973815593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116929465973815593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116929465973815593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-all-today-i-shall-start-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116912754733111716</id><published>2007-01-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:39:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;today came home late aft band and stuff, really wana use the comp to play audi. but there's not much time! sob, sob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm, mb today i cant really post anything funnie to laugh at =X.. ok i m seriously having a blogger's block. haiz~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohh, OHH, &lt;strong&gt;OHH&lt;/strong&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okok i noe. i shall tlk abt being bimbotic. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;today me and sam were discussing abt the different types of bimbos in our sch. u see bimbos are all not that bad. it depends on WHICH type of bimbo... i shall state the 3 different types of bimbos in my sch :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Types of bimbos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Standard bimbos - intelligence slightly average, curse ppl when unhappy, tlk behind ppl's back, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt; manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) HighClass bimbos - intelligence may vary, do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;curse ppl when unhappy, tlk behind ppl's back, good manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) LowClass bimbos - intelligence slightly below then average, curse ppl when unhappy, tlk behind ppl's back, backstabb, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats it. these are the specific bimbos so far... today, i encountered a HighClass bimbo. she was totally kind and has manners to me. and we are not even close! [ i will not depic the senerio to you guys, cus if this gets around, she mite feel insulted!] Anyway, she was kind enouf to giv way to me this evening and i feel very grateful to her ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yea, she cares abt her hair, her nails and her looks. but she has manners, and tats good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm, a typical bimbo [like a norm standard one]  wld have not given way to me and instead like show me face or glare at me. anyways, u surely noe how LowClass bimbos are... &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;LowClass are normally found using vulgarites and sorta mixed between a bimbo and a lian. [lian is short for Ah Lian. IF u dunno wad i mean~] they practially do things we do not usually do. like erm, make loud noises along the corridors and do things tat are quite displeasing to others around them. [&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; FatJo or RTChong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* RTChong - the chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* i have no need to introduce hu FatJo is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;lols. oh wells, i think i'm quite ok wif HighClass bimbos in our sch. like onli a handful of them are HighClass. i m totally against the standard bimbos and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;appalled&lt;/span&gt; by the LowClass bimbos. So i shall leave u guys here and think abt some ppl &amp; wad catogories they belong to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ciao xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116912754733111716?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116912754733111716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116912754733111716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116912754733111716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116912754733111716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/okies-today-came-home-late-aft-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116902190748246961</id><published>2007-01-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:18:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Hey, hey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okies, sry i havent updated in half a week &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but today's topic shall be... &lt;&lt;cheating&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok, today i just found out tat Dannu has been cheating on me. Sob, sob. yea he actually cheated on me wif Liz. omg. why Liz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-feels rejected- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yea. i noe, they were practically hugging each other infront of &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;... right infront of me =( and wad was worse, she almst kissed &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Dannu. omg, so freak! then i like totally when mad. just chiong inbetween them. and u noe wad she said?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"celestia, ur so selfish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Omg. this is like Dannu. not any other guy, but Dannu. Sob. but he actually cheated on his &lt;strong&gt;wife&lt;/strong&gt; sob. then jamin called liz her mum and Dannu her dad. and called me [the real &lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt;] step-mum. omg, i just down graded ever since &lt;strong&gt;she &lt;/strong&gt;came into the dam picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just feel so rejected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wells, all tat shyt wasnt even real ^^~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so erm, if ur not in my close group of frens, u wont really noe hu Dannu is. lol. haiz, today was like total crap. we just went opp to the mama shop to eat. and tats when Dannu cheated on &lt;em&gt;meee&lt;/em&gt;... anyways today i tio lit and K.kang actually asked me to &lt;em&gt;draw&lt;/em&gt; on the board a dam sch uniform. ok i was seriously nervous and i was like trembling =X [like dropped the marker cap T.T] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tats really all tat happened today though. other then getting another SPA today.. haiz. nutting interesting liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ciao ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116902190748246961?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116902190748246961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116902190748246961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116902190748246961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116902190748246961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hey-but-todays-topic-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116867668841125607</id><published>2007-01-13T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:24:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hows all of u guys? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok sry i havent updated since, 2days ago. but yea nutting has happened recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, i have just confirmed tat 80% of the guys on this earth is insensitive to feelings. ok, i shall giv u one good example... take my cusin for instnce. i sms him, call him... tlk to him on msn. all no reply. then on CNY i'll see him tlking to his frens and smsing them. omg and he jsut ignores all my smses and stuff. how irritating. while i rot there, waiting. ok this is onli an example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have a sec2 guy fren hu also behaves this way. i mean ok, i sms him then he will not reply. so i get fedup and find him online. then when i question him, he will say like " ohh i sian, no mood to reply" omg! how insensitive is tat?! omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway the other 15% is guys hu are sensitive to others. but they are gay. i mean gays are on the same wave length as us, gurls. they have the same emotions and are &lt;s&gt;in&lt;/s&gt;sensitive to other's emotions as well. they also feel dejected when ppl are being insensitive jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, the remainding 5% is the perfect, straight sensitive guys hu literally care for us and love us. yea its hard to find that 5%. probably some of us wont. cus 95% of the gurls wont. onli 5% will. so, hope next time i will be in tat 5% ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;lets giv u one great example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boyfren: oh no, i dont have enouf cash for our movie, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gurlfren: ohh, its ok i can pay for my own... or wld u rather not watch it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[wad do u tink the guy wld say?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boyfren: ok then, we can go watch the movie together! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;omg. so jerk rite?! i mean i REAL man wld apologise and rather not watch the movie. instead like go to beach or some other nicer places. omg. cannot stand singaporean guys. 80% of them are insensitive, incorrigible jerks hu do not deserve us. serious. [not counting the special 5% of them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;haiz. sometimes, i really wish guys wld be more intune to our feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if u had watched gurlsoutloud, u wld noe why. they interviewed like 10 guys along the streets of orchard road. and the question was: how wld u propse to ur gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and every single one of them said " i wld ask her if she wld want to share a HDB wif me anot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;serious. every single one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and then they interviewed 10 gurls at the same area... their replys was like, they wish their bf wld bring them to the beach, restaurant or some where just nice and romantic and then they wld like propose. like kneel down. or even if they didnt want to, just propose in a very romantic way. just be romantic dammit. but guys dun seem to get the &lt;s&gt;simple&lt;/s&gt; picture, do they? they just go the old fashioned way and ask the gurl to share a godam HDB flat wif them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How insensitive did i say guys cld get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116867668841125607?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116867668841125607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116867668841125607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116867668841125607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116867668841125607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116841998259958365</id><published>2007-01-10T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:06:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sry for long update arhs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i mean i like cant use the comp so often anymore. ok fine. i can like &lt;b&gt;barely&lt;/b&gt; even use the comp for 3 hrs. Today is wed [a.k.a. my happie day] cus i can like use the comp for 3 to 4 hrs. anyways i shall kindly fill u in wif my exp today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i shall start off wif the loser juniors from drama. ok, there's this loser sec1 hu has like two pets. literally pets. imagine a female version of draco and his two cronnies by his sides. yea tats how she and her 'frens' were. so she asked liz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'draco': oi u sec 4 gurl, wa'cha doin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'goyle': yea wa'cha doin~'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'crabbe': yea~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok, so u get the main idea abt how she acts and stuff. cus her irritating lackies will like follow her in everything she mention or suggest... she will go 'i m LIKE sooo wearing crashing pink and orange on my renunion dinner~' and her lackies will go ' yea, omg tats soooo cool' in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyway u must take note tat i typed my LIKE in caps. cus she speaks like tat. ok, ppl add in the word 'like' but its not in tat obvious way. but u see, this little brat here adds it in an supper obvious way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eg. omg, that is LIIIKKEE sooooo gross! urgh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yea. ok enouf of irritating little &lt;em&gt;things ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyways, juanita had an accident in bedok mrt station today. cus we were all crapping around. and jua wanted to commit suicide [in a joking way] so she went all the way to the end of the mrt platform. somehow she was leaning on the glass pannel and her bag got stuck in between the panel and the glass. [not the mention some inconsiderate fool had stuck chewing gum inbetween.] sooo, the bag just got stucked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And samantha, being samantha as usual managed to pull out jua's bag wif her 'almighty' strength. [however she sustained some side injuries like: eg. rope burn frm the material] so we went home and jua just kept apologizing. lol, chill juanita~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i have just transfered to jua's church for cat classes cus my amaths and my cat class like totally clash together at the same timing. yay, sugei nahhhh can go to hani senpai's church desu... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok nutting else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116841998259958365?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116841998259958365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116841998259958365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116841998259958365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116841998259958365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-sry-for-long-update-arhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116807419995631328</id><published>2007-01-06T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:03:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hello all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yesterday nite had a huge big fite wif my parents and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As i was blogging last nite, my mum came home. ok she's a freak hu doesnt allow me to use the comp &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;. Sooo, my dad's kind and he left me the keys to the comp rm. basically i go on the comp for like 2 hrs a day. Anyway, since yesterday was like Friday, so i tot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hey mb mum wont be mad when she sees me playing the comp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and yesterady was the first time my mum saw me using the comp for 2007. and u noe wad? She blew. yea she just blew off and started naggin and scolding me and my dad cus this is the first time &lt;s&gt;i used&lt;/s&gt; she saw me used the comp. comon! the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then she started to blame my father for every wrong tiny thingy i did tat she didnt like. tat really got my dad pissed. so he took the comp rm key away frm me and said i had to stop using the comp for 1 week as punishment. i was like wtf! but of cus i didnt say tat in his face. duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So yea, today he came hm like an hr ago and forgot to lock the rm. hehe and here m i ^^ But sad life i got... he's on his way hm and my mum is pissed at him againnnn for forgetting to lock the door. lol. haiz, i have one hell of a pissed off family. and it sucks. but life must go on and i must perservier... so long then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116807419995631328?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116807419995631328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116807419995631328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116807419995631328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116807419995631328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-116800024666887990</id><published>2007-01-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:30:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hihi, okies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i seriously havent blogged in a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;have all my blog readers gone? sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyways, i shall like talk abt today ^^ today kena sec1 orentation. it was like totally hectic and chaotic. cus when we set up all our stuffs and instrument, it almst started to rain. ok it drizzled first. but it got heavy gradually... so we had to move all our chair and everything into the shade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then, they wanted all the sec4s in the hall to perform for the sec1s. so since i m not sec 4 i m like the onli trombonist left. Sob sob. [jeanette &amp; claudia were both incharge of the booths to sign sec1s up. so left me onli sec3 there] haiz, then like onli 30 ppl left in the stupid band. so we just sat there and like totally stone throughout the entire half hr. Then Mr.D came and he said we all had to go to the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Soooo, we rushed up to the bloody hall and we had to play st.peters for sec1s. omg. so sian of that song le... can like memorize the notes. then aft playing one stupid one page score, we went up back to pur band rm. so natually everyone wld start to pack up rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;seems like our seniors think differently.  [it was 5.30pm by then...] our OH SO WONDERFUL seniors came back to the band rm like at 5.45pm and told us tat we had to have combine sectionals like there and then. i mean wtf can. so sudden~ o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But of cus since band ends offically at like 6 to 6.30 so we had no choice but to go and setup our instruments AGAIN and then combine sectionals. then we practice on our set piece and went home. at like 6.40pm. so tired and lazy, feeling totally exhausted. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okies, now i shall tlk abt my sch... acadamically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok today i finally met ALL the teachers and i ended up wif pure literature. dun ask me how. miss kang make me wlk all the way to the general office to tlk to miss loh [vice principle] solo. one on one. -dies- but no choice so i took the risk and met miss loh. She told me tat i was in lit and i cldnt say anything else. i mean, comon, she's the vice principle! i like totally cower under T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So tats how i got my pure lit =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok mb lit seems alot better then geog now. cus geog teacher is like A.Lim. she's like the EVIL teacher. she has this tshirt tat says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Love Animals&lt;br /&gt;They're delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so biantai can? yea and today my mum kept on sms and calling me in my amaths lesson. so freak! the phone vibrated on the chair i was sitting on and it was soooo loud. =X i had to secretly press the off button. so scarrrry T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haiz, so i think my day was like total tired larhs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-116800024666887990?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/116800024666887990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=116800024666887990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116800024666887990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/116800024666887990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2007/01/hihi-okies.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114606100875598628</id><published>2006-04-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:20:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;my life is going into a downfall. i have yet to update this blog for 1 mth now (hope my readers have not dissapeared) anyway my life was the same as jan. everything crashing down. one day aft another, getting worse by each day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it is like, everyday i have family prob. that i can get used to. but ever since love started there has never been good ending for me. sweet beginings, bitter endings (frm corrs) love god isnt on my side, it has never been on my side. and just today, i learned of another prob. friendship prob. not only that i still have examz, and im just dead at algebra. its no wonder i have a strand of white hair. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;since when did i bad mouthed ppl in my class and since when did i ever complain to mdm xie or fat jo?! wth larh. i have never tlked to fatjo except the time when she sent me to RTC in sec 1. thats it. and as for mdm xie i never liked her, i wont stand on her side to complain abt ppl in my class. and why shld i complain? i dun even hold a grudge against them in the first place! and FYI i dun even like the tot of me tlkin to mdm xie. at least mb critisize her. anyway her english sucks worse then my chinese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok. enouf wif the friendship. how wld u like to share a boyfriend wif another gurl? huh... which gurl wld b happy to hear ur bf say this ' i share my love wif two gurls. i give the smae amt of love to each of you...' wtf lah! i dun want to recieve the same amt of love as another gurl. i want it wholely and not half! urgh. then my family prob is a everyday life thingy... no need to explaine. examz waaah. cannot tahan. my algebra is like shit. (not shithui but literally shit) i dunno how to do all the stupid basic of the basic sec 2 work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i dunno how to fuck i'm going to cope in sec 3 and i'm so stressed. i dun usually say all these bad words. sorry if i snap at any innocent ppl out there. sorry, it was in the heat of the moment. haiz. anyways i g2g le. leaving u guys wif a pic of teng, she sent to me. Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3746/1623/200/teng.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114606100875598628?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114606100875598628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114606100875598628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114606100875598628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114606100875598628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/04/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114458029787691631</id><published>2006-04-09T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:58:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>important</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since the last last last entry where i asked my readers oppinion on blog decoration, either music or sumthing else. I have only recieved one vote, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one patectic vote.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And its not even from my no.1 reader pfft! yes, thk you  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joey poon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for voting and since it's only one, then it shall be music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114458029787691631?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114458029787691631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114458029787691631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114458029787691631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114458029787691631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/04/important.html' title='important'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114450751101036156</id><published>2006-04-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:45:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Hurry up!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'No, i cant, i'm don't dare...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'Haiyer, hurry up lah, you want anot?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'I want, but...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'I push arh?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'No, i- ahh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Oei, don't push so hard lah!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'You have to bleed ok...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'push harder!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'You say want har...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'ahh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, and that was the se-... what do u think i was going to say. Sex secne? U perv... Anyway i meant that it was the senario where cindy tried to push Jeanette down. &lt;em&gt;Helped&lt;/em&gt; rather. it started off at pungol. Yes the place of no return. i was kidding. anyway, the story of the pineapple, stick and... bear (?) started at the cloud's home. the three items got lost around pungol and sat frm the LRT station of&lt;em&gt; cove&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;meridian. &lt;/em&gt;So the stick realised that we were sitting the LRT towards the wrong way and they all got out. then pineapple found the sign that says: &lt;strong&gt;This platform is not in service...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then we started to freak out, there was &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; train on the other side which means no turning back frm where we were and we were lost in pungol and we needed toilet. Bear needed toilet. ehem. anyway we called our saviour LWT. (we love u WT) she told us that the LRT goes in a loop service and it makes a circle. we were like thk God. stick, pineapple and bear hopped on to the next LRT and took the ride back to &lt;em&gt;pungol &lt;/em&gt;and we had to sit all the way to &lt;em&gt;dougbi  gourt&lt;/em&gt; to change to &lt;em&gt;cityhall&lt;/em&gt; and then to our destination. During the ride, we thought of wad escuses we wld say to our parents. this was when pineapple's idea came in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'i need to fall down...!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so bear decided to part take in the incident and helpped push the pineapple down. she tried a few times however it didnt work. and finally when they alighted, the pineapple managed to fall and squirt her juice out. but her fam thinks other wise. they say falling down is just an excuse and its bullshit. cant they at least be conern for her wellware at all?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Haiz. its all over le. and jeanettes parents were just worried for her. cindy was the earilest home in her fam. and my mum just nagged. three different fams three different ways of displine... enouf blogging today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114450751101036156?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114450751101036156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114450751101036156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114450751101036156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114450751101036156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/04/sex-or-not.html' title='sex or not?'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114432648570035085</id><published>2006-04-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:28:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The make over at LJS was swift and it changed my outer appearence. Claudia Lee a professional had her prey on me. Together with her parter in crime, Jeanette Ong and a paikar, i knew that there was no escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started wif the topic on seniors and somehow by horrible fate, the discussion led to the topic on &lt;em&gt;ma hair&lt;/em&gt;. And eventually as usual claudia wld start saying &lt;em&gt;ma hair &lt;/em&gt;and my side parting and spects and obviously cut hair. Jeanette her faithful sidekick, agreed and i took out my compact kit and started the comb the partin to the side. I paused as the professional asked me to and i didnt move a single muscle. Then the blow of knives started racing towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Tie higher, &lt;strong&gt;Tie higher, TIE HIGHER!&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tie, tie, tie, higher... comb, tie, higher, comb, higher, tie..! urgh. i was frantically combing and tying higher and higher. Then claudia came up with the greatest idea, &lt;em&gt;clips&lt;/em&gt;. So she clipped part of my fridge up like hers and asked me to take off my spects. tada! she said i looked much prettier. looked at myself in the mirror and i knew it was over. The non-bimbotic gurl was &lt;em&gt;fading...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;However, when i went back for band, some juniors. percifically MY junior said i looked weird and ugly -.-haiz. even marieta said that. so depressing. i think i shldnt change aft all... so confused. anyway i wanted to help sum ppl by lending ke-ching. and i'm broke for 2mrw. haiz. $5 man. nvm lah. and i think i shld major in music (trombone) for O's. Besides i get one more subject for auction :D isnt that great? ah well, i shall try to blog more often. so busy nowadays :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Had a dream... a sad yet beautiful one. i'm missing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114432648570035085?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114432648570035085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114432648570035085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114432648570035085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114432648570035085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-over.html' title='make over'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114361711662033963</id><published>2006-03-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:25:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;by the end of today i'll feel tired. restless and sweaty. its like everywed i get this going-to-die feeling. cus aft sch i got IT till 3.30 and at 5.30 to 7.30 i have so sleepy now in IT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;todays going to be a long long day and i hope to get through it once again. wanting has a secret admirer and she has stike again. just yesterday wanting got a flower and a rose! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;ROSE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;omg, like so mushy lah. and she even noe where wanting sat. as in the secret gurl placed the flower on her table. so scary rite? -shivers- anyway, i feel like ponning my tuition today so can go hm and play comp. man, so fustrating. and i havent done any of my tuition HW and laoshi is sooo going to kill me. haiz, oh well erica doesnt giv a dam as well. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Currently as where i'm sitting now, in the air-conditioned IT room, i have two maniacs next to me laughing and screaming away, hitting each other and tlking abt tanshenzhang and the ape. lol. oh well, just pity me. still struggling to finish our screenplay on the comp. so stressful and fustrated. i dun wana go for tuition lah! urgh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;shld i add music to my blog? viewers pls vote on taggie. thks. and wad music as well. but i needa noe how to add the movable thingy. cus i only noe how to add music at the top left conner only. so cham! need sum peeps to help me and html codes. and qihui is just simply funny loh, she everything in the blog also type. wad she ate for recess lah, wad she did. so retarded. mann&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114361711662033963?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114361711662033963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114361711662033963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114361711662033963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114361711662033963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-ending.html' title='never ending...'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114354363890052256</id><published>2006-03-28T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:00:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okie</title><content type='html'>i have finally, finally yes finally succeded wif my skin. oh thkgod for the maker of this skin. i mean i wanted to change the starry skin to sumthing nicer but it didnt work. oh well, looks like i needa few lessons on html. and yes if u are a constant reader u wld noe that there's a new adition to my blog, the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1M plus, amazing isnt it. but not as amazing as others though. once again, i'm in the progress of making another one of my movies and this time its special. and wanting has a *ahem(!) secret admirer. we still dunno hu it was though, i seems as if like a sec 2 or 3 gurl. it was like totally omg lah. jeanette ended her IT eariler wif the fugly instructor. so we went up early and tada, loh and behold, loh wanting's secret admirer's letter! on her tb casing. omg. i mean like the handwirte was dam small lah. and wanting went omg when she met me on the stairs. lol. first time loh... anyway i think shes suppose to meet wanting in the canteen blue phone there wif a flower. aha! so cheesy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my sugar pie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this is so stressful, i cant get enouf pics or clips for my vedio. dammit. so fustrating and i did like 1/4 of the movie only, urgh! it seems like i need another 60 pics and clips altogether to finish this shit. and jing is so poor thing i mean she's practically dying in sch. or rather her sch life sucks to the core. man, wish i could help her. i think in sec3 i'll be like her. totally loss of control and mindset. failing all the craps and a loser. haiz. depressing future ahead. suppose i'ld better go check out sum new game on the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114354363890052256?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114354363890052256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114354363890052256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114354363890052256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114354363890052256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/okie.html' title='okie'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114328400000070942</id><published>2006-03-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:53:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a problem with the template of this blog. Please excuse the owner and contuine to tag on her everyday life. We are currently undergoing changes and we seek for your kind co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114328400000070942?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114328400000070942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114328400000070942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114328400000070942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114328400000070942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/warning.html' title='warning'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114325800860099200</id><published>2006-03-25T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:40:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gomen</title><content type='html'>i'm sry to say that the i've been neglacting this blog for almst a mth now. really sry. i didnt really have time to update and change skins. and i'll try my best to be a good owner of my blog and visit it at least once or twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls forgiv mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sum recent developements, jamin and i arent on good terms. and i wont really care wad she says or pin point at me cus in the end it all goes back to her. my status isnt going down bcus of the 'stead' thingy but hers is, gradually... her actions and attitude towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh enouf abt that. my life is good now compared to 3 mths ago, i feel free, happy. just plain norm, its good to be norm. oh well, i have nuting much to say though, only that sarah in NZ is still good. and i hope she wld read my blog more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114325800860099200?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114325800860099200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114325800860099200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114325800860099200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114325800860099200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/gomen.html' title='gomen'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114191048858408064</id><published>2006-03-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:21:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballon hat fantic</title><content type='html'>today was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, claudia $ jeanette we total clowns. lol. it all started in the cab... when we saw the tangling building, we knew we were close to the CCA branch. we were like OMGing away and retying our hair. looking in the rear mirror. and fussing over nuting. lol. and suddenly i shouted 'y is there kokokrunch on my baggg?!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we reached there late and everyone was like STARE wen we entered. so paiseh lah. and we were so spastic, jumping on ballons aft the session finished. omg. we were like giggling and screaming and jumping on ballons at the same time. and wad was worse, we didnt go to toilet at all for the past 5 hrs. and rushed to paya lebar mrt station to pee. in the end we went to the barang-barang place to pee. and the toilet was SO INCONVINIENT! argh. it was like aft going down steps, escalator, past fairprice, turn left, right, left again, and then through this wooden frame, and left. urgh. i peed on the wau there. thk god for my pad. and we were using the pumper the pump air into each other's faces and stomach and my armpit... rite. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. wad did i tell u it was like too spastic. and that was my frantic ballon hat workshop session. haiz. so tired i like returned home at 8 plus. aching all over. and guess wad? i've just lost respect for another gurl in 2.6, cant take it. ppl around me... so different. so wrong. so unbelievable. so unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall change my blog skin if i manage to find another suitable one which can fit my music. much time needed on a blog skin... gotta go liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114191048858408064?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114191048858408064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114191048858408064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114191048858408064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114191048858408064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/ballon-hat-fantic.html' title='ballon hat fantic'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114180875294631820</id><published>2006-03-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:05:52.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugei</title><content type='html'>ok. ive finally changed the quote of the day to quote of the week. so mah fun. everyday must change. sumtimes also forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway stone, pebble and cloud are nto attending band tomorrow. we are going for the frickin ballon hat twisting workshop. omg. so lame can? we go there to learn how to tiwst balloons. jsut the three of us then we go to band and teach sec ones. argh! so retarded. but think of the fun we can get. to hear jeanette screaming. ahem! mb not but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've just found out abt some horrible stuff... i have jut lost my respect for this person and i wont mention hu. stone and cindy bear shld noe. eh. my tuition is like at 5.30 lah. and its arldy 5 plus. gotta go soon. anyway, i've loss total respect of this person except the fact that she is a living human, i m not oblige to say more than a hi or bye to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114180875294631820?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114180875294631820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114180875294631820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114180875294631820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114180875294631820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/sugei.html' title='sugei'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114146494250814757</id><published>2006-03-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:35:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alert</title><content type='html'>i'm so happy to hear sarah is well and fine in NZ leading a norm sch gurl life. i cldnt tlk to pearl though. she doesnt reply me on msn anymore. so sad i noe... lol. i dun even noe which state of aussie she's in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my mum thought i was doing sumthing illegal when she saw me editing all the html codes and stuff. lmao. ah well parents needa learn and go wif the flow. once again on fri i forgot to bring my PE shirt. i'm like the forgetful PE shirt bringer. man i always for got to bring like at least once a week. haiz. me and my forgetful self. my next goal is to find out how to get a better movable embeded html code for song. those where u get to choose ur own songs and play pause stop and forward and everything. it so happens that blogskins.com isnt a very reliable source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope Aozora no Namida by THitomi is ok for now. untill i change a different song. and skin. and joey and my fantasy of being a millionaire wont happen. it's like impossible. lol. unless we strike 4D not roll numbers. haha. just borrowed merchant of venice frm my cusin for further reverence and better notes. my feelings for a certain houshin isnt as strong as it was and i happy. shows i'm moving on and maturing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant watch GSD now as i have cat classes every sun and it's so horrible. i really needa watch. i'm making my mum record. or else i shall buy frm box 3 to 5. eh. i'm thinking of having a chalet at the end of the year to celebrate and then sec 3 gotta chong for studies! goina to have a anime maraton 12hrs or more. so fun. really going to get to double science. or 3.6 if not i'll just kill myself. [unless i get to 3.7 lah which is like... ahem...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like struggling to dl maple AGIAN cus of sumone hu deleted my file. sumone whom i adress as daddy. pfft. atupid comp just wont open this weirdo file called "ikemetc." argh! how to dl like that?! stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope to hear more frm sarah and the rest overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114146494250814757?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114146494250814757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114146494250814757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114146494250814757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114146494250814757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/alert.html' title='alert'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114138359154698603</id><published>2006-03-03T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:59:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>i have decided not to tlk anymroe abt the stupid fact that i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally noe how to add video into my blog. jeanette is going to be so fricking happy. lol. all thks to the magnificiant stick. once again this little pebble proves that begin small isnt just everything.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. i'll jsut have to help jeanette in her blog. haiyer. i mite as well help her to do the input of the video. omg. wads rong wif me? i've been spelling video as vedio. omg. m i sick? fever. it must be fever... i'm telling u. anyway today was just crap. as in really crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onglai wanted to go home to do her cleaning. she like everyday do spring cleaning lah! lol. everyday go mop the floor... potential maid. and that little rock wanted to go home too for sumunknown reason which i currently forgot. oh well. and cindy just wanted to fart. i mean u noe... giant the super market yeah she jsut wanted to fart there. haiyer long story i wont say. but i wanted to go out! argh. so depressing. but thk god for KCF pepsi or rather any fastfood restaurant soda, i wanted to crap. see wad did i tell ya. today was really FOC. anyway cus of crapping i decided to go home. but i cldnt tahan so i went to ther nearest cleanest toilet in the vacinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tissue. buy tissue. waste 20c. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today as i've jsut discovered 1/2 hr ago. qihui really really hates JDH. lol and she's a fellow jammer too! eh. candy still the only nerd in the section. poor can-die. lonely poor nerdy soul. cant play o2jam cus everyone is playing it now and all the channels are FULL. fantastic record isnt it? all channels. DE also boring now i pro vamp liao. and gunz... the game joey has been waiting for me to dl. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm off to show jeanette her long awaited html code. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114138359154698603?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114138359154698603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114138359154698603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114138359154698603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114138359154698603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114129622407317791</id><published>2006-03-02T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:43:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft...</title><content type='html'>okie. Qi hui didnt add me on her linkies. so sad she added everyone in the section but me. *sob, sob* eh nvm just tell her later in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i finally found wad to giv my cusin and triana i'm leaving it up to jeanette. to find a hug teddy bear which cost not more then $30. i'm broke. and $15 is abit too much for me to pay! and i still owe wenting her maple card. wl. so retarded. and i dun have anymroe savings left. only $20 reserve for jeanette's bday and elsie's $ for the three prezzie. pfft. y m i always complaining abt this is every entry. lol i think even my no one fan gurl will be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yarh. anklung get to perform and *ahem* i cant stand... her. so i think there's band tomorrow and clauds bday pressie isnt bought yet and we are all broke. haiz... poor sacians gurls. i'm currently testing how to place a vedio in frm my C drive and stuff. wish me gd luck. and i jeanette's blog skin is nice i must say. today's a super short entry. think i'll keep it simple. nutting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114129622407317791?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114129622407317791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114129622407317791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114129622407317791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114129622407317791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/pfft.html' title='pfft...'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114121728855251564</id><published>2006-03-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:48:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>credits</title><content type='html'>yes. i wld love to thk my fav stone and number one fan of my blog, Onglai. that gurl hu kindly let me "copy" &amp; "paste" the pic of our vch concert. since she has been complaining abt it, i decide to ease my stress and announce the credits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on with today... i totally forgot i had tuition and erica reminded me aft IT. see how blur i am. lol. so lucky IT changed teacher bakc to old mr.chuck. and i need not pass up my 'parents-fordged' letter. oh well, these days ppl have been using the same type of water bottle. frm toys'r us. and eveyrone's bday is like coming. clauds like this fri and triana's on 14 and my cusin on 25 and my fren on 24. ahhh. totally broke! and i still need a make over. i need to but the panda eyes frm watsons. contacts. so a REAL salon to cut hair not sum frickin $10 shop. argh. and i need new bag waiting for my wallet. and everything need $! dammit. so fustrating. and my dad still owes me $210. pfft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.teo was like such an irritant. he everything also must deduct marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you must pirrr-rintt(!) your wordsss...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i dont want to see any wrinkles on the paper ah... if not i deduct...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the grr-reen uniform girls are very phast you noe...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats the way he tlks. i'm prity sure stephie noes wad i'm tlking abt. mr.james bond 007. and he spits when he tlks and he cant pronounce the R. so sad. i noe. pity me and my class we kana this kinda teacher. haiz. i hope home ec wld be better though. mrs stevenson is kind. ah i think i'll try to put a photo of me sumwhere like profile or sumthing lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsie... i'm coming aft u... *glare*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114121728855251564?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114121728855251564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114121728855251564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114121728855251564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114121728855251564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/03/credits.html' title='credits'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114111247339630919</id><published>2006-02-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:41:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saints day</title><content type='html'>happie canossian saints day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i like abt this special day is the fact that we dont have lessons and it's half day. thk you foundress. today was boring. we all had to sit there in the hall and rot there waiting for the three stupid inconsiderate ppl to finish their unappreciated speach. we only clapped to encourage the last person the get off the stage. and finally we had mass. today was one of the best masses i have attended. there was the drummer and electric guitar. and crazy ppl jumping around to the songs. ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsie that brat still owes jeanette $ how manys times must i remind her?! and she gets like $25 per week. and i only get $20 how patectic is that. haiz. she ah also say dun watch movie. then she stil lgo and watch today. and that $ cld have been given back to jeanette! and me too and cindy too! cant she learn to save since she alrdy said she wld not WATCH movie... pfft! yay. i finally found a horsey, although it's not purple but oh wells better then nutting. and there's like alot of ppl's bday coming up. and i'm broke thks to summmmoneee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to major in art as my side thing. and mb pshyscology as my main. bleah. still confused though...hope jeanette manages to put her vedio in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114111247339630919?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114111247339630919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114111247339630919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114111247339630919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114111247339630919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/02/saints-day.html' title='saints day'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114102778492072752</id><published>2006-02-27T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:09:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i pebble</title><content type='html'>i dunno when did the name pebble came abt. probably since elsie the smart alec here decided to place me under the tittle pebble. oh well. pebbles are cute. rocks are rough and hard. stone... just stones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days aft the performance really bores the hell outta me. there's nutting much to look forward to and just plain norm. tried to find my frens house on google earth yesterday, took us ages but we still cldnt find it. if only i cld drive a car at the age of 16. that is like, wow. and i seriously need a make over. i just need cash! i cant get it frm parents, they'll think i'm vain and tlk the whole crap abt ur age and limits. argh! y cant parents understand anything? but then again. i'm also scared of the future, if my parents were to retire soon, my life will bbe a down fall. w/o my parents i have nuting. oh man... i musnt be so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just realised that the blogskin isnt as wad i've expected. the words are too small and faded and the pics are not clear. i think i have to go hunt down another. pfft! dun really have time now, think i'll hunt again next mth or sumthing. ah well. lifes good now. everything is going as it shld be. but i think sumthing bad is goingto happen soon. good dreams never last. i wonder y nightmares must exist in the first place. and elsie better return the cash to jeanette. that money is my bday pressie. elsie ur makin jeanette way over late. my bday was like 11th. &gt;:( and march the 14 is coming too... u have to return 18 bucks :D yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch sucks cus i dun really do my homework and still manage to keep out of RTC for the whole year. solid. i've mastered the art of RuShCoPyInG by the age of 12. and there's no band for the whole week! woot. so happie, only the juniors gotta go. :P ah well. i think its time for relaxation. tomorrows a half day as well. :D lifes really good. hope it doesnt change and keeps going this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114102778492072752?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114102778492072752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3746/1623/1600/P2240059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3746/1623/320/P2240059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and that was the very horrifying band performance by SACSS. we hope u puke. thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, just kidding. the performance let everyone in tears. not the audience but the players. basically some cried cus they tot they played horrible, some cried cus sir was there. the performance was not as wad we have expected. the music wasnt on time and some parts werent played properly. we felt depressed as we heard the primary sch band playing a grade 3 song (according to noor ain) and the trumpet ppl were just great. except for a few notes. anyway "Danny Boy" was like the best thks to our oh-so-fab cindy poh. nutting much really. just plain tired frm the performance. update another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114094437997287931?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114094437997287931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114094437997287931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114094437997287931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114094437997287931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-and-that-was-very-horrifying-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-114025997505000996</id><published>2006-02-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:52:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can die arh!</title><content type='html'>Hihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry, i havent had the time to update my blog. anyway alot of things happened and i mean alot alot. but i wont go into a long detailed decription the point is the performance at VCH is this coming friday and i feel excited. hope they giv us macs again for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum just took my hp away again just cus i didnt answer her calls. so retarded rite? i noe. actually i just pity her. i mean she's old and has menopause so, yarh. indulge in pity. valentines day was horrible as well. i forgot the bring all the prezzies and jeanette was killing me. i mean we were like staring at everyone and they all brought plastic bags of sweets or roses. :( my bday wasnt any extra fun. i just felt old. and i forgot to get qing hua her bday prezzie. oh freak, a phrase i jhust learned frm candie choo today at comis connect. she so mean. try to trun away frm me then i ran up to her and &lt;strong&gt;"CANDDDIIEE..!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey, get this, candie = can die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i suppose she was wif her fam and stuff. candie shld feel PSeh. hehe. and today i almst found out my tuition teacher's age. either 49 or 50. and i bet it's 50. erica tot she was 60 plus. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a pain in the ass and we all noe that. overcoming the pain optimisticly is wads fun and thats wad makes us whole. surpport CB at VCH. together wif anklung , guitar and PB. i'm a trombonist and i'm &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; to be one. (grabs head, oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it's time for me to hunt down another blog skin. wish me gd luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-114025997505000996?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/114025997505000996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=114025997505000996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114025997505000996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/114025997505000996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-die-arh.html' title='can die arh!'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113905350501552220</id><published>2006-02-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:45:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; stick on the lose &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, stick and a few of her frens were found loittering around the toilet. the three school hooligans had then brought food into the toilet and sat on the sofa adj to the wall mirror. the victims were a 37 &amp; 48 year old women. the unfortunate victims were being laughed at and humiliated at in public... by themselves. rite, ahem where was i... uhh, yarh. eehemm* stick had laughed at their hair and ass and other obsecne areas. mdm ichiban had reported to the police immediaetly aft getting humiliated while mrs fogly pink had her fren to report for her. police are now searching for the missing trio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case101:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name- stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type- stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nickname- stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discription- stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note- The police have yet to find the suspected criminal. She was last seen in TM with a group of frens. please do your part as a fellow citizen and report of any wherebouts on stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113905350501552220?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113905350501552220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113905350501552220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113905350501552220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113905350501552220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/02/beware.html' title='beware.'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113836778242886089</id><published>2006-01-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:16:22.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offically dead</title><content type='html'>The monotone beeping and the harsh in take of breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart beat racing against time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind in a mist, unclear, black out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nausious feeling and the sound of the board clicking away softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurried doctors trying to revive the lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was over. the monotone beeping came to a slow steady continuious sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the sound of my XP computer startup screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog was offically alive again! :D And that was the very wonderfully modified version of my computer's life, by me. My number 1 fan was like complaining to me abt my negelact of my blog. oh well, i mean i tried... rite? And this year has turn out to make me very auntie. i mean so many les around me. so cool! and i so kaypo ask this ask that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant help it lah, but so fun to spread. (i dont spread, i just tell the spreader.)i wont give out infomation on the spreader. cus she'll just die in the hands of many les. anyway, something happened today, guess where? TM, toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady was scratching her ass. and it wasnt enouf, she just had to push her whole hand in her pants and scratch that itchy ass of hers! then she pull put her hand again and scratch, and in again. it was so obscene in the public toilet. (not in her own cubical, mind you.) then there was this weird looking lady. she wore all pink from head to toe. then she kept staring at us -jeanette, geraldine &amp; me. she was like smiling at us and frowning at the same time. dont ask me hwo she did that! but she was like untying her hair and tied it back again. so scary! i was like traumatized by her hair! i mean it was fugly balding and the ad pasted on the mirror infront of her was : Having hair problems? Yunan Hair Care etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us were like laughing our guts out. it was like dam funny, then the woman with the itchy ass went out and soon the pink fugly balding woman. then there was this other woman hu wore her black skirt so high up that i could have sworn it was just 2 inches below her boobs. i mean WHERE'S HER WAIST?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, from wad happened today, the three of us learnt that going to the toilet is fun. when u observe weirdos. and we finally unserstood y ppl can be found eating old chang kee even in a very discreeting place called the public toilet. cus we ate lollipop and seaweed enjoying the live comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said it once and i'll say it again. i keep my personal life to no one else but myself. :) i'm offically dead, my blog's offically alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113836778242886089?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113836778242886089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113836778242886089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113836778242886089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113836778242886089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2006/01/offically-dead.html' title='offically dead'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113570177977798200</id><published>2005-12-28T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:44:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisama?</title><content type='html'>Dark... darkness... fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, nvm just wanted to express sumthing. nvm. oh well anyway, just watched narnia and it rocks. my cusin said that kingkong sucks thou, he said that aft two hrs the ppl still not in the city... haiyoo so long the show. summore he said wana go toilet must &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt;. poor thing. Anyway jeanette left like on xmas day and she'slike coming back tomorrow. poor me. got to go fro band wif caudia only, only the two of us. rashpreet is sick, tiffany got check up and jeanette in malaysia. so cham! haiyar... then the both of us blasting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... so yar mr.D so fierce now adays said he wanted to push us higher and make us get to the senior band. yar and joey said i made improvement cus i didnt look spastic when i play my trombone. yay! i love my trombone... or rather claudia's ex. haiyar she dump her ex then pass me her ex and now she hangging out wif a trigger. so lucky that gurl. jk only. and nicole had a new harstyle! so amazing... nicole, new hairstyle. somehow those two words dont match each other... either way, i think she really shldnt change her hairstyle... looks weird. last time her hairstyle better more chio. haiz, too bad she change thou. guess wad time now? 1.34 so cool rite? so late, yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana slp liaoz but still gotta type. oh yar, 02jam rockz. so fun to play. so sad Aryesis never peih darkness in DE now. haiz. (joey, zip it.) sry, &gt;.&lt;diam diam. haiyer, the comp so slow dl 02jam, only only like 85% reach 100% and i play a few songs then i slp. haiz, so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i guess i better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishitehru, dark-kun &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113570177977798200?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113570177977798200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113570177977798200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113570177977798200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113570177977798200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/12/kisama.html' title='kisama?'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113525714712143180</id><published>2005-12-22T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:12:27.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><content type='html'>Since i feel good today i decided to just give a little praise to my no.1 most loyal most fabulous reader, Jeanette Ong. And as i said i was in a good mood, so i wotn scold her for always BUGGING ME TO UPDATE MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's leaving us for good. I can say it's for good cus i wont be seeing her like more then 10 years... how will she look, how tall will she be, how will she get rid of her pimples... I mean, wow, one day i'll see her wlking in TM with a bf with long reborned hair and pimple free face-- ok, forget the whole idea... my bad. i hope yesterday wasnt the last day i'll ever see her again. really hurts me to think so, well at least i took a pic of her and me together. :'( almst cried that day though, i was like we were hugging then there were like NGs. let me explaine y... we group huged then we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sarah we love u...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yar we love u.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'not in the LP way...' (Joey said it... not me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Joey, y u spoil the feeling?! huh?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng - take2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group hug... 'we love u' 'yar we love u'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'not in the LP way...' (JOEYYY!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so basically we retook the whole secene over again and finally JOEY didnt say that last sentence. We really retook the whole thing again in public u noe, haha so funny. Group hug so many times... yar and we noticed this very ah gua guy stand jsut outside the mrt station, he was probably waiting for his friend. he was like wearing tight black T-shirt and tight jeans lah... so err lah. then wad was worse, he was listening to his mp3 and moving. Yes litterally moving to the beat and swaying his fat ass. ok. eee. subject changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont forget sarah teng and her 'outstanding' ways of doing things. although we always call her extra and we ignore her and hurt her. i still love her. (add in joeys favourite words) Yar i'm going to like so miss her and her pimples... Waahhh... omg feel like crying again. And Jeanette and Cindy, sarah says bye to u guys. next year i must go to NZ and visit sarah. ahh, dun tlk abt her anymore, so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz so as i said i was in a good mood... but now i'm not. see lah think abt sarah then now i think abt 2005. the memories and the past and the new year coming ahead. so cham! going to be sec 2 now must be more 'serious' got streaming... omg. got streaming!! ahhhh omg. ok nvm. heck care. think happy things, happy things.... &lt;em&gt;reno &gt;.&lt; ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, darkeden rocks and mr.sim sucks. And kiss my ass man... wait that sounded wrong. I mean um, nvm, mr sim... just kiss ur wife.... ee err&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113525714712143180?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113525714712143180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113525714712143180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113525714712143180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113525714712143180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/12/sarah_22.html' title='Sarah'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113395635306637056</id><published>2005-12-07T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:52:33.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From bad to bad</title><content type='html'>I've just decided that Macdonals makes me shit. seriously, everytime i go to macs and eat my heavenly mcwings, i shit. I just shit. let me give u one example... we were goin to macs b4 band sectionals and the worst of the worst happened. I shit. okok, that wasnt the worst. i was just kidding man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nicole came and everything went frm bad to bad. Nicole drank jeanette's ice lemon tea and then drank my milo which makes ppl shit. then she took jeanette's straw and poked... she LITTERALLY poked her hashbrown. gross. i noe. then i laughed. u noe come to think of it i shldnt have laughed... that laughter killed my hashbrown and it had a slight dent on it. Murderer: nicole and her trusty sidekik, jeanette's straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette what were u thinking? letting ur straw run around going against the law, its bad parenting i tell u... bad parenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so nicole said she cant imagine having a meal wif us... i think it's WE cant imagine having a meal wif HER. she burps, she's obcene and she's a murderer. (How can i forget my poor hashbrown...) tiffany was there too and i quote, i repeat, i quote: tiffany, how can u tahan them? And that was frm singapore's first degree idoit, nicole lim hui. I personally think that how can WE tahan HER. i'm not trying to be rude to singapore's first class professor here but come on... having a meal with her? i'll just die. me and jeanette are the only ones who has every lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming out in theaters soon: Jeanette and celestia, the girls who lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? hehe took that frm harry potter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes back to the main topic about macs and my shit. Yes. the second time it happened was when i went to band with jeanette for sectionals again and we went to macs and sat at our usual spot and ate. i shit. ok, not there in macs but after we arrived in sch, my stomach ached like that day and i shit. yah, and once again, as i'm typing now i'm drinking my coke. i just came out frm the toilet... guess y i went in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113395635306637056?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113395635306637056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113395635306637056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113395635306637056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113395635306637056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-bad-to-bad.html' title='From bad to bad'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-113297635673831865</id><published>2005-11-26T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:39:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.Little</title><content type='html'>harhar, chicken little so cute. i've just watched it and the movie is just cute. yes, u must be wondering how i get to watch it when it isnt even out yet. Ah well, dad just came home frm penang and bought the DVDs for me. cant help watching pirated CDs, just so tempting. Cheap &amp; fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette just got appointed as the drum mager. YAY! haha and i'm the frickin SL, claudia's the ASL. And the three of us the spastic trombone players. ...ok, thats sound wrong... Anyway, wanting and candy doesnt seem to like crap ppl like us, or rather they just find us annoying. cant be help though, we are hu we are, crap. What m i tlkin abt man, nicole is crap too... And poor jeanette, she has to clean up her house like cinderalla. haha, and i'm the evil step-sister. muahaha... ok, forget it i sound horrible, i cant laugh the muahaha properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i can alrdy imagine jeanette wearing a rag T and shorts with a yellowed dirty apron over. hahaha... oops! shldnt have typed that. ppl as crap as we are are very kind too, we bought candy for everyone in our section. Espically nicole, we brought for her the one and only special candy shape which is in the shape of a... a, umm, sumthing... yes, sumthing. uh-huh. See, we're sooo kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*angelic smile, with halo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe, i actually find harry potter the movie suck. it just totally suck thanks to dumbledor, he's just wrong. And why the hell does professor Utonium in powerpuff gurls have tattoo all over his body?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why m i tlkin abt this anyway...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff gurls? Who watches that?! so lame... And i just need to express my feelings of empathy to the conet section, u guys really need to improve man. gd luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thank god for Cindy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113297635673831865?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113297635673831865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113297635673831865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113297635673831865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113297635673831865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/11/clittle.html' title='C.Little'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16958107.post-113247924879180270</id><published>2005-11-20T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:34:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayness</title><content type='html'>Yay, i'm going to stephie's party or rather our 6fr reunited party. Cant wait. Argh, still havent watched harry potter and i'm just dying at home waiting to watch. Do u like my new skin? (tag ur comments) and hu the hell is passer-by in my taggie? I dunno, shld be someone i noe tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i just came back frm china and my face is peeling and my lips are in pain. So horrible, i cant bear to look into the mirror sometimes. I look like a dry half-skinless peeling potatoe with hair and eyes. tomorrow i'm going to catch harry potter with my frens and i made it a point to watch chicken little. *kawaiiiii....* i dun feel so hyper today, perhaps it's just the thought of watching harry potter only tomorrow and not today or perhaps it's just that i feel depressed. either way i'm happy that i bought a short sword, not only a shot sword but a jap short sword! Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year i'm going to sec 2.5 so sad nto in the same class wif any of my close friends. Sob, sob. hmm, i think i'll add a slow soft song to my blog to make up for it's plainess. some times it's just so sad when u can for see the future... it's so saddening, i can already see it, me in 2.5... wahhhh... and jeanette and cindy kana rashpreet in 2.6, muahawhaw... such a poor fate the both of them. Rachel lee too all in 2.6. And can u believe it? clare is in 2.8 with faith leong... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way i'm in same class as samantha and i feel like i'm professor T in harry potter. &lt;em&gt;Great fate shall befall upon you causing misery and sorrow... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-113247924879180270?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/113247924879180270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=113247924879180270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113247924879180270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/113247924879180270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/11/yayness.html' title='Yayness'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-112780578902555239</id><published>2005-09-27T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:23:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that one word can represent many things. for instance, anger. thats something that everyone has got to change. Well, some people find it easy to forgiv and forget, but some don't. I'm on of those that fall in the middle. Yes, i do get angry and i cant forgiv that person or incident. I also do just heck care about it all. There are somethings which i cannot forget. Somethings like samantha, i'm still, how can i say? pissed with her? Oh well, someday i'ld eventually forgiv her. Teachers, i can forgiv them even though i currently dislike my teachers i will start to appreciate them when i go on to sec2. Some things are like that, you hate them now but you'll like them in the future. One great exanple is boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: If you do not fancy boring blogs then please click the cross on the top right hand side of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get angry at my mum just because she asks me to do somethings. I blow up easily at my parents, proably cause their the cloest human beings on earth to me. Dont mistake what i just typed, i don't get pissed of easily at my friends or close relatives. I just, just somehow blow up no matter how to situation is. My mum naggs alot. She wants me to get good grades and to know my limits on the computer. I'm wrong at that part of my life, but i cant help finding her irritating. She acts all aunty and i'm like in that 'wadeva' attitude. I know, i feel bad whenever i reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow writing this makes me feel sad and release all my burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that the government just decided to alow MOE and teachers to sue student who say bad about their teachers in their blogs. This is so infurating. Now i cant write about Ms.Yeong, Mr.Sim and Mr.Lee. Haiz, i think i'll continue this in another few days time. Cant really go on the comp, exams are drawing closer like the raging fire suring through the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-112780578902555239?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/112780578902555239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=112780578902555239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/112780578902555239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/112780578902555239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/09/anger-management_112780578902555239.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</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-16958107.post-112755911722283399</id><published>2005-09-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T18:51:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.crabbie paddie</title><content type='html'>Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr.crabbie paddie, tada tada, clap clap..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm just simply crap. i cant help it though, being crappie is actually quiet fun but... people will think your nuts. Even your friends would pretend they never met you before. Trust me, i know... my best friend just made a weird crap song the other day, i goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney is a smelly fish who comes from alabama,&lt;br /&gt;He ate some pie&lt;br /&gt;And stung his eye.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he's a llama.&lt;br /&gt;(To the tune of barney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went crazy singing the barney song acting crappie again... Lol, i may look happy being crappie but i'm not. After sarah teng said that we all changed, i just couldn't take it anymore. Come on, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so maybe we were slightly wrong 'dumping' samantha out of our group and shit, but so? Sarah feels guilty after that and she's now friends with samatha, again. According to sarah, people leave and people go, the people who leave is their disadvantage, she doesnt care. Har,har... SHE was the one who shouted at samantha, now she's saying this shit and she's 'crawling' back to samantha. &lt;em&gt;Patecthic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah also said that we changed. Yes, people do change sometimes. For instance,me, i changed. i'm more colder and more crappier. (Hey! it's double Cs!) she said that in our group of friends, jeanette left with cindy and it's cindy's fault for infulencing jean. (That's what samantha said too.) But it's not true in MY point of view. Jean is just simply hanging out with cindy all the time, so? What's the biggie?? Their like best friends and the only change in jean is that she's as crappie as me... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that i've already left the group and only jamin and joey and her are left. WELL, look who's talking. It's the gurl who went back with samantha... har,har. i'm so bloody pissed at sarah just thinking about her now. I'ld probably cool down after writing this blog and surf the web and in the end i'll still be her friend. Oh well, i might as well vent all my anger on this keyboard of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, sarah thinks that cindy has infulenced jean to be more pai-kia. oh wow, so wad? if she's pai-kia than she's pai-kai lah! She dont do her homework her prob rite?! Shees! And instead of us leaving the group, i think to ALL of us, sarah's the only one leaving. I'm still close to jean, jamin and joey... maybe cindy though i dont talk to her much but we're still friend,what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe, i think that sarah's the one that's really making me pissed, other than samantha. But i dun care wether she makes me pissed everyday, i'm still her friend and i'll always be, untill the day she does something that i cannot forgive, so i dun care if i get angry with her cus i noe that i'll eventually forgiv and forget. I know some people cant but i can. Although the only thing that everyone doesnt have in sarah is trust, she's still a good person, except the fact that she lies - or USED to lie, or wadeva. So yes, venting on my keyboard was a right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go back to crap mode now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz i feel great now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr.crap..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16958107-112755911722283399?l=sango-san.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/feeds/112755911722283399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16958107&amp;postID=112755911722283399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/112755911722283399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16958107/posts/default/112755911722283399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sango-san.blogspot.com/2005/09/mrcrabbie-paddie.html' title='Mr.crabbie paddie'/><author><name>Sango-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09118358601638863522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
