<?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-15213525</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mystified.by.life?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15213525.post-115951741583901581</id><published>2006-09-29T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:10:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm back to the blogging world. to say i missed it would be an outright lie since i've been having writer's block since god-knows-how-many-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so replying to the tags;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLAYTON&lt;/strong&gt;; heyy ((: ahaha, i link you also(((: i'm so nicee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*****;&lt;/strong&gt; you've got to be kidding me. since when my post got smth to do with LOVE? LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIDA&lt;/strong&gt;; passing by remark? whose remark? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISHA&lt;/strong&gt;; heehee, cos you tag as faridah whatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOOLEE&lt;/strong&gt;; AARGH! imposter! lol, i want somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;CHUA&lt;/strong&gt;); HEYY GEORGEOUS! love ya babe, ahaha sexy leggs((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALMAH&lt;/strong&gt;; YEAH, i'm your sexy orange. WE NEED TO HAVE MORE GOSSIP SESSIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HID&lt;/strong&gt;; ahaha, well, it's true. LOL, wee bimbs rock((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAM&lt;/strong&gt;; see, i'm updating! i'm so nice, listen to my friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAKIMBO&lt;/strong&gt;; relinked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NISHA&lt;/strong&gt;; eh MINAHH, relax la.. HEEHEE((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARAHH&lt;/strong&gt;; of course got lahh! i'm so setia, ahaha. well, i'll need the wishes ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was a hell lot of tags. things have sort of been like a roller coaster ride of late. the peak and off-peak periods. the pre&amp;post menstrual cramps. AHAHA, no relevance(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, speaking of which, ENGLISH wasn't really that hard but i sort of screwed it up cos my story really wasn't really what the qns wanted. DAMN, i'm always sick on every english exam i take. its like a tradition! so, i'm hoping for the best for FYE and hope to really buck up like ALOTT. the week has been SLEEPY&amp;HAWT. like since it's hot, i feel so sleepy. BOOHOOO. and i so give up on binomial theorem. it's like RUBBISH, no use in my life at all, &amp;amp;so not helping to the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think there's one way to release yourself from all that jazzSTRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP1: go to youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;STEP2: type in "japanese pranks potty"&lt;br /&gt;STEP3: then, laugh yourself silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN!&amp;amp;enjoy mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115951741583901581?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115951741583901581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115951741583901581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115951741583901581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115951741583901581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-im-back-to-blogging-world.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115702860930406432</id><published>2006-08-31T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:50:09.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE DEVIL DOESN'T WEAR PRADA.&lt;br /&gt;well, hello world and the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind; LOL. so anyway, i had my dad fetch ersian and hanee BUT when the teacher's day breakfast REALLY started, it totally sucked. cos the ambience was boring and everyone was like mingling in their own cliques. i didn't even eat properly due to the fact i ahd to attend to everyone's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I AIN'T A MAID BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was random, i'm not angry at all. just pissed that i thought our class could eat like pigs but there was so much leftover food. but my mum's cake was good, albeit everything else. BUT there was still TOO much. so, being smart, i gave some to 2S and they devoured the all the leftovers. 2Sians, how was the cake? (: AND, the stupid sweet talk driver couldn't come on time. SO i had to use my money to buy the drinks. well, i think kaiden was feeling guilty so he paid for half too. GOOD DOGGIE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the concert was FAB. just a lil leg cramp and some stupid rehearsal of how to greet Mr. Nathan. what's the fuzzwuzz really about? we painted the walls to give it a glistening coat of orange AGAIN and the foyer was wallpapered; like he'll be only there for 20mins. ya, and he's SUPER short. and his pants are SUPER high. then, FREESTYLERS danced. well, not bad la but i didn't really like some of the dance steps but not bad, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN,  THE CONCERT BEGAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't wait for that old man to get out and scream my lungs out for the concert items. well, i REALLY LOVED 4R's skit and dance. DAMN nice la (: the nicest i of ALL. but 4U was not bad, abit messy though. their rehearsal was better, but it's alright. the rest also NOT BAD, some parts were totally DUMB or LAME though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, julie, clement, renu, ersian, qichen&amp;syahida went to CINE to watch DEVIL WEARS PRADA. but, totally no relevance to prada or anything, LOL. but qi chen didn't watch though, no money as so he claims, WHATEVER LAHH. then went shopping for awhile and now here i am at my cousin's house waiting for everyone to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHTS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-one more day dahlings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115702860930406432?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115702860930406432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115702860930406432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115702860930406432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115702860930406432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/devil-doesnt-wear-prada.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115686001130165228</id><published>2006-08-29T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:00:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another break. PHEW. well, i went to the SCIENCE CENTRE and it was really not a mistake. I really learned alot of new stuff and all the super-duper cool experiments that the professor tried onstage. And TanXinYi was screaming when the lighted splint popped. LOL, and i started laughing like shit (: cos it was all silence and she was the ONLY ONE who screamed. then the second embarrassing moment was when he did some FUZZWUZZ with the pringles can and this loud sound came out and simone and xinyi screamed and I jerked back violently in my seat. not that the seat is any good. BUDGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and the professor accidently set the gas-extinguisher on fire or smth. it freaked me out for abit but i think the trip was totally worth it. then we made a trip to MINIMAL and MINAH bought a hot top which i set my lovely eyes upon. well, good taste runs in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i say really? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought the white NIKE bottle. LOVE YA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115686001130165228?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115686001130165228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115686001130165228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115686001130165228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115686001130165228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-break.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115667832001022754</id><published>2006-08-27T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:32:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/scan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/scan.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKEELAH AND THE BEE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think all i needed was something to take my mind off all the things that has been happaning so far. all trival matters, but what really matters isn't what people are doing right now. i think this movie taught me alot. and the quote will always be stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nonetheless, i watched it with fatin. I think she goes bonkers while watching movies in the cinema. But it was fun still, thanks for the birthday treat. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn, i didn't get to meet Christine's boyfriend. And i saw a super hot NIKE bag at The Wallet Shop at TM, which i subconsciously fell head over heels with. It's a very nice shade of orange, not attention grabbing but still attention grabbing. Get what i mean? It's not loud like HengXingYi's bag, which makes me have eye cataract. I'm trying to find the bag online, to no avail however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really need a break from all this shit happening right now. I can't even say what's on my mind. I can't even tell any of my friends anything. I can't even trust myself to make the right decision. What can i do really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115667832001022754?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115667832001022754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115667832001022754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115667832001022754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115667832001022754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/akeelah-and-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115599801686698336</id><published>2006-08-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T07:39:01.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/38.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/37.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/37.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/37.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/37.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/37.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY LOVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was random. so anyway, i'm feeling &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet your hands are so itchy to scroll down the page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! you're such a gossipmonger aren't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to tell the whole world why i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS, my bad. haha (: that was super random cos i'm feeling HAPPY! but i shan't say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, suspense. actually it's more of.... NOTHING. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. blogskins NUTS. i can't visit that assholic place anymore, BOO! my skin is getting ugly and&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.EEEEE! and the model is ugly! i want an ALDO skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for lack of words in this otherwise interesting post. i'm suffering from writer's blog. actually it's because my skin very ugly. HEH'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115599801686698336?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115599801686698336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115599801686698336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115599801686698336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115599801686698336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-lover-okay-that-was-random.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115589559171821103</id><published>2006-08-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:06:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rather sickly today. I think those germs from my classmates got inhaled by me, which resulted in my super high fever. The fever has subsided but i still feel overcomed by a sudden wave of dizziness. So, i didn't go for band and now i'm resting peacefully. Well, the NAC perf is this wednesday which we're so gonna screw. Well, maybe me cos my ENTIRE file is missing; not that i really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 18th of August 2006, i proudly announce that i'm going to die of natural causes SOON. Firstly, we pissed Ms Tang off which resulted in her giving us a SURPRISE TEST!! But it's alright, i'm gonna ace it because i had my notes underneath my foolscap paper and Ms Tang didn't realise it at all! She was walking pass me so many times but didn't notice the presence of the thick stack of notes. Teachers these days are so ignorant but of course, to my advantage. Then, after Geography we had Chemistry where we had a test. It's kind of hard actually. At least I know my basics. Just need to drown myself in a series of Chemistry guides. Then, we had A Maths test after that. It's on FUNCTIONS, which was why i was a little confident of doing well, maybe even getting a star? Mr. K.K. was pissed at 3N for not having the ability to persevere in doing Alternative A and boy, was he mad. But our class ddin't have to do the class test, only the common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm getting a lil tired so i'll just give this thing a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, my birthday's coming! 1st september ya.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115589559171821103?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115589559171821103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115589559171821103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115589559171821103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115589559171821103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-feeling-rather-sickly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115573586944347085</id><published>2006-08-16T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:44:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like disfunctionining day by day, minute by minute, second by second. i miss every single second that i was with you, those silent communication thing that we had going on, knowing what each other felt without spurting out words. it felt so good just sitting there with you. and all those outings, i cherished every single one of them. till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm feeling abit lethargic of late. today was abit slack since we had the AIDS/student centre/red ribbon thing. it was actually quite fun during the talk and suddenly i got inspired to help out in reducing the number of people getting infected by AIDS/HIV. i would love to go to AFRICA and volunteer my services there. i would love to plaster a big, fat smile on their faces. seeing their faces lit up just by the mere presence of me being there. imagine what the world would be, BETTER i suppose? ever since i read READER'S DIGEST with the article about this small frail little boy, infected with AIDS through his mum ever since he was born, fighting throughout his life just to stay alive and suddenly he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; isn't it sad to know that he couldn't experience even more in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it sad that we, who are well and alive, aren’t using our potential to the max?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it sad to think that the lil boy who died of AIDS could serve a better purpose to the world than us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it sad to know that he might one day discover a cure for AIDS IF he had a chance to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just aren’t worth befriending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115573586944347085?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115573586944347085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115573586944347085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115573586944347085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115573586944347085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-like-disfunctionining-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115518162679675832</id><published>2006-08-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:47:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE! love ya loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on tuesday, the perf was like so screwed, well not only me la but everyone. (: so, let's just forget that but i was going to everyone and saying "MY LAST YEAR!" lol, if u dont get it nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for the 3 mins of fame concert. it's not bad la, except the comedies which made NO sense. and the judges made no sense either. BUTTTTTT&lt; JULIAN ROCKED! and well, he WON! yay! gosh, first time he's done our class proud. WOW. congrats anyway. and julie was saying that her birthday is a lucky day cos we had DOUBLE VICTORY! we won the TELEMATCH too! with 4E la. but first time, i'm proud of my class. but it'll end soon. just wait. (: HEHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after everything ended, i went outside band room to eat cake and whatnots. then, me, clement, julie, ersian, yuting, ashraff and syahida left for CINE where we watched CLICK! damn, that show rocks shit sehh. it was FUNNY, then SADD then HAPPY! and it had a god ending, very moralISH. it teaches you smth, a value. go watch it! and i cried! actually it was also due to the fact that i was sick and my eyes are always watery when i'm sick, so when he died and when he kept on replaying the "I LOVE YOU" part, my eyes started tearing up so bad. butt, alls well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to walk walk around after that to HEEREN, TAKA and whatnots. i thought the U2 sale was still going on but it ended. FISH. i wanted to buy those hot pants. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i was walking around, i realised how much fun i had with renu, maxine, shida, ersian and zah at ORCHARD. as usual, we would eat at BK and go shop ard and we'll start looking at people and laugh like crazy. I LOVE YOU GUYS! its one of those memories that i'll bring to my deathbed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i know this is kinda early still but who wants to go watch THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA? i'm watching for sure on the 31st of AUGUST. yay, i've been waiting for this movie for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yty instead of staying at home to watch the parade, i went to KK hospital to visit my cousin. she had an appendix op and another 2 more ops for smth else. she's well now i guess. i started talking to my cousin and she started tellign me and my sis about her bike-riding lessons. SO FUNNY! and i started laughing so loud, i forgot that i was in a hospital. HEHH. then, we left for serangoon and ate at KOMALA's. i LOVE this place. actually, i love all indian restaurants, ESP the one i went to last week. (: then i went to get materials for my kurta then went to shop for my outfit for my cousin's wedding on the 3RD of SEPTEMBER. so, i went to the place where i bought my hari raya suit and there was this georgeous BLUE outfit that i FELL IN LOVE WITH! but my mum won't let me buy it. WHY? cos it's too gay. faggotry. not cursing her actually cos it is really gay cos the blue is like SOOOOOO bright and there all like so NICE and DETAILED embroidery. and it's so HAWT! i dont care, i'm getting ti next weekend. then i saw another hot outfit, but again i couldn't buy it. WHY? NO SIZE!!!! damn, i have no luck. so i left, feeling disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i'm feeling lazy to type anymore so HAVE A FUN HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont like self-invites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115518162679675832?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115518162679675832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115518162679675832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115518162679675832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115518162679675832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-happy-national-day-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115470046144838163</id><published>2006-08-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:07:41.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear &lt;/strong&gt;Julie&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have a nice way &lt;/strong&gt;of being there for me and cheering me up when i'm down&lt;strong&gt;. You make me &lt;/strong&gt;want to love, cry and scream at the same time&lt;strong&gt;. You should &lt;/strong&gt;find a new colour to obsess about and LOVE ME!!&lt;strong&gt; Someday i will give you a &lt;/strong&gt;lifetime's worth of MILO!&lt;strong&gt; YOU+ME&lt;/strong&gt;=PIMP-OOOS.&lt;strong&gt; If i saw you now &lt;/strong&gt;i would tell you to start saving up for my birthday((:&lt;strong&gt; I would build &lt;/strong&gt;a house made entirely out of milo for you if i could&lt;strong&gt;. If I could sing you any song &lt;/strong&gt;it would be 'Breaking Free' from HSM&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i looked down the road. 3 long years we've been friends. and at a point, acquantainces only but we barely shared greetings, due to a mishap. Fortunately, as i recall finely, plucking up all the courage you had, you asked me "Is it true that you don't like me?". at first, i was reluctant, and AWKWARD of course. it had been a full 8 months since we stopped talking. so, we left it there. but wanting to mend that once-beautiful friendship of ours, i started smsing you saying what happened and exchanging stories. we rekindled that flame again and POOF!, we were friends again. not as close as before but at least closer than ever. then, at the end of the year, you transfered fro 3V to 3E and i wasn't sure of what i felt. would we be good friends? or "BESTIEEEES!"? so, i awaited for that day and on the first day of school you were with me and him. we started being good friends and now we are BESTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!I LOVE YOU JULIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i kind of like the feeling of banging on the bass drum with all thy might which is why i secretly profess to wanting to play the bass drum for NDP. well, on tuesday it was fine! i banged loud and clear and it was way, way audible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until, mr glosz came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's his problem really. when he cam down for today's practice, everything went haywire. doesn't he know uniform groups have no musicality? which is why i have to play the bass drum loud and clear so they can go with the beat? then why in shit-ass are you asking me to play like so softly, even mrs. ho who was standing behind me was aking me to play louder. and the slow march, every year it has been in 3s, and then you started saying "isn't counting in 3s like a waltz, then why are you using a waltz tempo for a march?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! can you open your hollow brain! it's "UP, 2, 3" for god's sake. that's how they count it. it's not a fucking waltz. they don't even know that it's a waltz. and YOU started interfering with everything and asked to play all the pieces musically. HELLO AGAIN! this is NDP! loud and clear is part of it's vocabulary! and have you heard how soft he wants me to play for fairest and majulah? it's as soft as the his impotent "nake nake" for god's sake. the marching of the uniform groups were like totally off cos they couldn't hear my beat. the NPCCs couldn't coordinate their swinging cos their footing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god, YOU ARE NOT COMING ON TUESDAY! i'll bang will all thy might till even TJC hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you're not happy with what i say or if you happen to be in a fan club of MRGLOSZ, please just shutup and not dirty my tagboard with your worthless-good-for-nothing remarks. just give me dirty stares in school and i'll get your message. point taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115470046144838163?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115470046144838163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115470046144838163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115470046144838163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115470046144838163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-julie-you-have-nice-way-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115450344867865779</id><published>2006-08-02T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:24:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i think it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY WISHLIST!&lt;br /&gt;1.a new leather wallet- preferably BLACK&lt;br /&gt;2.a box of FAMOUS AMOS butterscotch and pecan chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;3.a new bag- preferably BLACK with GOLD designs &lt;em&gt;(eg newurbanmale.com, converse, nike)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.a new shoe- preferably converse BLACK or sabri's one which's like GREY or smth.&lt;br /&gt;5.a shopping voucher at a men's outlet&lt;br /&gt;6.an mp3 from CREATIVE or an iPod&lt;br /&gt;7.a tiffany's guy necklace&lt;br /&gt;8.a tiffany's guy ring&lt;br /&gt;9.salvatore ferragamo shades with degree&lt;br /&gt;10.hugo boss spectacles&lt;br /&gt;11.a new pencil box- preferably BLACK&lt;br /&gt;12.clothes&lt;br /&gt;13.SK II products for my face (:&lt;br /&gt;14.a few sessions to a skin-care centre&lt;br /&gt;15.a set of UNIBALL-SIGNO colourpens, fine tip&lt;br /&gt;16.a HAWT clock from Ig's Heaven&lt;br /&gt;17.a new phone (: &lt;em&gt;hinthint:D&amp;Ggoldphone, 3100alsocan.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.nike small water bottle- WHITE, u know the blue one i have? i want new one (:&lt;br /&gt;19.a photo album filled with oh-so-sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;20.a day where i'll be treated like a king and we'll go out to eat and SHOP! (: 1st SEPT 2006&lt;br /&gt;21.a new watch- (heehee, very ex one my taste. but if you're nice can la GUESS? SWATCH FOSSIL&lt;br /&gt;22.a new fragrance- not too strong. i prefer light fragrances (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done, that's it. YAY! i hope to get half of the things here, but most prolly i'll save up and get them myself. lalaNESS. so, i just skipped IS and HML due to the fact that&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm sick. i felt like puking the whole of last period.&lt;br /&gt;2) malay holiday homework due today or else DIE.&lt;br /&gt;3) i want to do some self-revision at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm signing off now, hope u had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get sad soon.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, emo post will never leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115450344867865779?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115450344867865779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115450344867865779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115450344867865779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115450344867865779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-i-think-its-about-time.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115416785118828958</id><published>2006-07-29T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:10:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tiring and depressing as it is, i've still gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;isn't it depressing if u just started trying after 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;and the depressing thing is u only started after 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;and NOW, when u just started, u fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry test, 2/30&lt;br /&gt;a maths test 1, 7/20&lt;br /&gt;a maths test 2, 8/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long am i going to keep this up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only upside which started as a downside was my chem balancing equations test.&lt;br /&gt;at first i got 1/10, which made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her to remark and i got 8/10!&lt;br /&gt;then there was an error and i got 9/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will be my happiest if i were to keep on failing anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have tears of joy streaming down my cheeks when i get my o level results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the best that i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless now, having failed 3 tests. but i just have to keep my head up high and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just listen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115416785118828958?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115416785118828958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115416785118828958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115416785118828958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115416785118828958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/tiring-and-depressing-as-it-is-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115362132855444600</id><published>2006-07-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:22:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've been like MIA from the blogging world but like who reads my blog? so anyway, school has made my supposedly more flawless face worst again. i've like so much stuff to do, what with remedials, teacher's day shit, friends, night classes. i ALWAYS reach home at 6. it's like making me so bloody tire and making me do lesser homework. so much for that resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yty my mum went to batam for this spa thingey that she and my other aunties agreed to go on since last month. imagine, my mum off to batam, my dad off to work and my sis off to work! so i had the whole house to myself. AND, i used the com from like 12 to 6! gahaahaa, yayness. so, i visited like tons of blogs and read all kinda stuff that took me back by a step. so, let's just skip that. so we went o harbourfront and reached there at 7 and ate dinner. called my mum and she said that the ferry is coming at 8pm which is 9pm here cos of the 1hr in time difference. and i was waiting like, wth, from 8pm till 10:30pm, of which her ferry arrived. and u know how much she spent on the spa, manicure, pedicure, haircut, massage, milk bath? less than 50 if i'm not wrong. like WOW. i wanted to go but they dont accept guys. so sexist sehh. the land where people go for cheap thrills and yet they dont accept guys in that spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i raeched home at about 12:30 after eating supper at tampines. and i'm quite happy with myself, cos i so understand functions! my tuition teacher wants to be one chapter ahead of mr kamlesh so last week he retaught me on linear law and this week on functions! it's kinda fun if u just have that burining desire to learn. motivation sehh.. anyway, what's wrong with singapore? gayle's like out, so saddening can. oh, and there's this girl, Arshanti, whose email address i got off paul twohill's fanblog. apparently, this girl is in contact with twohill's mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey there! can i have a pair of tickets to su[pport paul twohill at SI next week? i'm his biggest fan! (like whatever, but ya)&lt;br /&gt;Arshanti: fuck off, you've got to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;me: hello, i asked nicely can?&lt;br /&gt;Arshanti: shut up&lt;br /&gt;me: fine, what have i got to do to earn the tickets?&lt;br /&gt;Arshanti: can u like shutup, i'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, so much for courtesy. so AARGH! my heart was like boiling can. but nvm, patience.. so, i'll be MIA from blogging world again. till next week then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115362132855444600?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115362132855444600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115362132855444600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115362132855444600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115362132855444600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-ive-been-like-mia-from-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115237030178616731</id><published>2006-07-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:51:41.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing beats &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lorong sarina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weddings. they live in a huge terrace in kembangan and everytime they have a wedding, they take the whole stretch of road in front of the other terraces and STILL there's always not enough space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this wedding has got to be the best. like seriously. the deco is TO DIE FOR, as qing likes to say. they had a red carpet and the decorations were like so lush. and the singers were better than last week's wedding although they were not as georgeous. damn ((: anyway, the food as usual from my grand-uncle, delish. the dessert this time was not as nice but it still was nice if u get my drift. anyway, i think the main point why i like to go fro lorong sarina weddings is because of the clothes they wear. and everytiem, it ceases to amaze me. the bride and groom, when i first laid eyes on them had the most stunning outfit. and befor ethis outfit, the groom rented a tux for 2 grand. like, WHAT? might as well buy a new tux.. anyway, the girl which is my cousin was wearing this NICE pink, not hot pink, sequined, very indian-ish which i oh-so-love and i practically drooled over it. it was super-duper hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, and the funny thign is that i saw fay's classmate, ahmed. i think, maybe we're related. LOL. anyway, i wanted to stay till late cos that's usually when the fun starts and all of us start dancing like crazy BUT someone just wanted to go home. wth. ASS. so, here i am, once agin, i'm torn into pieces, cant deny it can't pretend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahaha, see ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115237030178616731?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115237030178616731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115237030178616731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115237030178616731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115237030178616731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-beats-lorong-sarina-weddings.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115176531959420579</id><published>2006-07-01T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:48:39.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;burned out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so tired of late ever since school started. i've been trying to be good and try to do all my homework and well, that plan is working. the only downplus is that i can't watch tv and i'm to tired ti watch tv anyway, and i just feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in me waking up late today and missing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYF opening ceremony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;which is kinda sad since my mum allowed me to go. so, just been back from PP and the funny thing, i think aqilah's family was queing up behind me at Swensen's. the only thing, i din't see her. DAMN, i miss her. it's been ages since i saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be off blog-surfing. tata, see you'll on monday at PS. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115176531959420579?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115176531959420579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115176531959420579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115176531959420579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115176531959420579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/07/burned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115104268352294794</id><published>2006-06-22T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:04:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/santino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/santino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of all dresses, Santino's dress won? like, WTH. i don't like SANTINO! he's creations are all so over-ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/emmett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/emmett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; consider Emmett's design. it's georgeous. nicely paired with knee high boots or jens with stilettoes, IMAGINE HOW THAT LOOK WOULD PULL OFF. fetch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, NICK's design is WAY WAY nicer than santino's design. i like the chicness of this dress, u could wear this for band dinner. gwahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/kara%20janx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/kara%20janx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gosh, i LOVE flares. but this dress is a little too short. i don't thik andrae had enough time to sew the dress cos the ends are frayed and maybe there wasn't enough material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/daniel%20v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/daniel%20v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this design is hot. I LOVE DANIEL V! i like his hair but if i were to grow his hair, i'll look like an untamed lion. gwahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you'll never guess at whose house i am at but then, you'll never guess. (: hmm, i was supposed to go for band today but apparently someone thought otherwise. i'm so looking forward t school where i can kiss everyone i meet after a month long absence fromthe socially unsocial scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, gt\ottogo. MUACKS and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115104268352294794?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115104268352294794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115104268352294794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115104268352294794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115104268352294794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-all-dresses-santinos-dress-won-like.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115094083514504571</id><published>2006-06-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:47:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/winner%20of%20PR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/winner%20of%20PR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meet, the winner of Project Runway 2, CHLOE! considering she went to the finale against santino and nick and KARA JANX, surprise surprise* hmm, how did kara get to the finale but not nick? boohoo. injustice. anyway, daniel v's designs are so fetch! Gwahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see ya'll soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MUACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115094083514504571?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115094083514504571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115094083514504571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115094083514504571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115094083514504571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-winner-of-project-runway-2-chloe.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115063064681986704</id><published>2006-06-18T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:37:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! well, my tagboard's given away to me so i can't seem to reply to tags at all. damn faggotry.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big  HEY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to everyone who tagged. i miss you guys even more. (: i really want to go for band but somehow when i read what gary, julie and all the others have blogged about the band, i feel that somehow it won't be the same when farah etc lead the batch. i keep on saying this everytime a new batch takes over, "it will be better" but in just the first few weeks of them leading, somehow it's somewhat disastrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next, particularly sec 1s, respect your seniors. They are your seniors after all, and no matter how friendly or how nice they are, they deserve the FULLEST and HIGHEST respect. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw it! ahhh. Its kinda disappointing to see so little people going for the bbq or rather its kinda disappointing to see so many members not going. Its an anually event and nobody wants to turn up for it. I don't understand why people CHOOSE to stay at home and watch X-Men Evolution than to turn up for that, or the others who just refuses to go, like the NO-MONEY people. They might be really broke or something and its even more saddening to know that few of my batch members didn't want to go. The good old times were so yesterday. The times when we always go for self practice during secondary ones. I still remember the day when we played together in the mother tongue room during an unofficial practice. We would find scores that are not even in our repertoire and try to play it as a batch but things have changed a lot. The batch which used to be 30+ is reduced to only 18, and out of the 19 only a few still had the passion. Cliques were formed and everyone became engrossed in their small world. What happened to the batch I knew when I was a sec one? What happened to the band which I loved to be part of? Its gone like the wind. The people aint even trying to make a difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i certainly didn't write that, just copied some excerpts from some people's blog. i remember clearly the reason why i wanted to restart blogging life. i just wanted to get the feel of things like as if i was in charge again. but i knew that post was bound to happen. although i know i don't hold any of those high ranking posts but at least i can get to say what i want and see if it takes a toll on some people. the way i see it, i don't think so. this are the first few lines of that post which got so many tags thatt i could barely count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A post-expired cupcake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colourful with lovely rainbow sprinkles and delightful pink hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But once you take a bite, you'd be sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes you would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it's rotten. t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he inside is filled with filthy maggots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you would be vomiting and cursing and everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what twe is like. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people have this impression that twe is a happy family and one of the best cca's around. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but little do they know about the inside cos we all try to conceal it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the times when i was so sad that the band was crumbling into pieces. and i blamed it on others. now i know better. we can only blame ourselves for what is happening. the way i see it, i wasn't that keen to respect some seniors but now, 2 years later, i've changed. cos, i am in the seniors shoes. for some, you might not get it. hopefully you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading this, you'll find the state of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just 9 more days to my first band practice after June hols(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115063064681986704?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115063064681986704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115063064681986704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115063064681986704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115063064681986704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-well-my-tagboards-given-away-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-115042259299499406</id><published>2006-06-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:49:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEPTEMBER babies&lt;br /&gt;* Suave and compromising&lt;br /&gt;* Careful, cautious and organized&lt;br /&gt;* Likes to point out people's mistakes&lt;br /&gt;* Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;* Quiet but able to talk well&lt;br /&gt;* Calm and cool&lt;br /&gt;* Kind and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;* Concerned and detailed&lt;br /&gt;* Trustworthy, loyal and honest&lt;br /&gt;* Does work well&lt;br /&gt;* Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;* Thinking&lt;br /&gt;* Good memory&lt;br /&gt;* Clever and knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to look for information&lt;br /&gt;* Must control oneself when criticizing&lt;br /&gt;* Able to motivate oneself&lt;br /&gt;* Understanding&lt;br /&gt;* Secretive&lt;br /&gt;* Loves sports, leisure and traveling&lt;br /&gt;* Hardly shows emotions&lt;br /&gt;* Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;br /&gt;* Choosy especially in relationships&lt;br /&gt;* Loves wide things&lt;br /&gt;* Systematic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of these things are kinda true but not all (: I'M BACK! from malaysia that is. which was super duper fun although we didn't shop much since that stupid B.U.M. shop at Sunway Pyramid closed. thst's so dumb la and they replaced that shop with an IT shop. dumb faggotry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i would be better off at boarding school since i'm happier overseas. (: this will be a very sort post, i'm sorry but i'll post a longer one when i've found smth to talk about. and i see someone's turned out to be a fine leader.. *winks* ahahah, to think she didn't want it but now she reallly is turning out just fine. i miss everyone sehh. and i went to TWE's blog and realised that they're having a BBQ on the 22nd of JUne and noone told me, SLUTS. but anyway, what's the use i don't think i can go la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;love everyone, esp YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-115042259299499406?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/115042259299499406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=115042259299499406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115042259299499406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/115042259299499406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/september-babies-suave-and.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114938370580018118</id><published>2006-06-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:15:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it left me stunned and worried. but you're big now, so take care.&lt;br /&gt;all this thinking brought me to a different topic, one where i was thinking about the future. will all these friends that i have made in secondary school be my friends in the near future, AFTER WE HAVE PARTED WAYS? i've been trying to see who really are true and sincere but at a certain point of time, smth happens and it gets all messed up. maybe i'l use these june hols as an excuse to find a new meaning in life, one worth living for. as it is, my mother told me NOT TOTOUCH THE COM anymore starting from yty. i'm REALLY banned from the com. but since these is my only form of civilisation, i'll pass. maybe i'll only blog once i finish a piece of homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe you should think too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for what is working now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;might not be later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114938370580018118?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114938370580018118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114938370580018118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114938370580018118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114938370580018118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/shock-somehow-it-left-me-stunned-and.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114923470426892549</id><published>2006-06-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:51:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that day was the day i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, that's a lil overdramatic isn't it? but considering everything, my life is as good as nothing. so, to spare all that futile search of asking people how i fared, well, i failed. and certainly am not proud of it. like gosh, i've never failed the entire exams before. it's like a black mark in my life. but i couldn't bear telling my parents, it's just this feeling of unpleasantness that wraps around me, which DUHH, i certainly do not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my dearest mother threw the report book at my face while i was staring into the TV and i was riveted out of my seat. my face was like, WTH. i was shocked cos i din't see that coming. THEN, she just had to start her nonsense which would be continued by my father's nonsense in the evening which would be an utter waste of time. SO,&lt;br /&gt;-my phone was taken away&lt;br /&gt;-my computer privileges were taken away(wtheck, she wakes up at 12 of course i can use it in the morn)&lt;br /&gt;-i'm GROUNDED as my father says, GOSH i didn't know he knew that word cos the way he was about to spew that word out, you could see he was having trouble.&lt;br /&gt;-and when i'm grounded, that means i cant go out for a movie, a bout of shopping or for BAND which i sooo want to go cos i've not touched the bloody instrument for like a month or so to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, this sucks and my mum asked ms rajah to keep a tab on me and my wonderful tset results when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, STUDY HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if any of you took pictures at the band dinner, kindly put up a link on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;OI OI SAVALOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114923470426892549?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114923470426892549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114923470426892549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114923470426892549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114923470426892549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-day-was-day-i-died.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114874102394427913</id><published>2006-05-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:43:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;PAHANG CAMP '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, its been such fun being there but theere were its UPS and DOWNS. but in the end, i cried at TANJONG PAGAR STATION cos as i looked back during the past 4 days, i realised that i've found more than a resilient spirit. HEAPS OF NEW FRIENDS. gosh, i just LOVE them to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was the 1st day of the camp, i hung out with those band people but truthfully speaking, i grew out of them abit. afterall this camp was about making new friends too and GOSH, did i make alot! its just that i didn't know who they were(just their names) and when i really knew them alot more, there were mixed reactions. they were all so much fun to be with and all but i wont talk about them cos it's just too long la. i basically could shift from one group to another in 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THEY ALL LOVED MY MIRROR. *CACKLES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm all those mosquito bites or pebble-y ground or long walk to bathroom, this camp seriously holds another meaning. anyone who didn't go would seriously have regretted it. but some who went, it might not have affected their lives cos they ALWAYS stuck to one another AND that is good but sometimes it's not too healthy, if you get what i'm saying. some didn't want to go cos they don't want to stink or get mosquito bites and some went for overseas CIP but neither of these helps u gain more friends rite? if u go for overseas CIP, u will stick with ur friends but if u go for pahang camp, u are forced to go about with people u rarely speak with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my babbles, all right. ziling, kim,ryan,zheyi&amp;jacq; WE MUST GO OUT DURING THE HOLS AH! when i reached s'pore, there was asense of relief but somehow all of that went away when i just got pissed off. somehow i wish i could just fly away to pahang and relive those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go out now,&lt;br /&gt;into those memories..&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114874102394427913?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114874102394427913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114874102394427913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114874102394427913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114874102394427913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/pahang-camp-06-oh-its-been-such-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114777573819361225</id><published>2006-05-16T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:35:38.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since the keyboard when tippity. actually, i was just obsessed with something else that put off everything else including blogging and blog-hopping. DAMN neopets. ahahah. (: anyway, there's so much to blog about but so little time to actually find time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg; i'm so scared for tmr cos we're gonna receive our exams scripts. faggotry. i'm so gonna fail both maths and physics. at least 3 subjects. i'm gonna get grounded from band again. shit sehh. and that stupid man who took our photograph kept on touching and brushing my leg. wth. OH, i just discovered that everyone's raving about &lt;a href="http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;www.colinandkero.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and seriously, i don't know what's the fuss about. like ermmmxxxx? ahaha. LOL. its singlish and all that guy writes about is food and dumb stuff and he's 35 years old? i read that blog for 10 minutes and i was liked bored. what? anyway i'd rather read bryanboy's but not that often now cos i have a new girlfriend... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with that SEGAR restaurant at bedok man. it's georgeously spicy! i went there yty with jolyn, jicheng, gary and joel and i totally fell in LOVE with the mee goreng. ahh, heaven.. so, i went again today with jolyn, jicheng, gary, joel, mayves, sanwahh, meryl, simone, xinyi and eunice. but that place is like DAMN cold la but gosh, the food's so bloody nice and cheap! three bucks only for the main course and a drink. and it's not as fattening as Macs and it has a wider variety la. of all places... ahaha (: so after that, went to TM to shop/lookARD for camp stuff. and gosh, mayves is like NUTS. but nvm, i shall spare you all the details so can go play faster, LOL. but still must thank mayves for that shirt, ahaha. I LOVE YOU MAYVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave ersian macaroons for his belated bdae present on monday which was this bottle of macaroons which I MADE BY MYSELF. must put big big and ersian offered it to everyone and everyone thought i bought it cos it's too nice! ahaha, see i'm good la. still want to talk alot. should i make for pahang trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponder and think&lt;br /&gt;cos it will all go in a blink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114777573819361225?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114777573819361225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114777573819361225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114777573819361225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114777573819361225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-long-time-since-keyboard-when.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114596188845499482</id><published>2006-04-25T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:44:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got to get this off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahirah, fuck off. like i mean in no other way. do you know how irritating it is when you keep on beating me? not pain ah? twice alr in a day. u think u own my body ah? at least i shoot with my mouth, its my mouth. i'm not using YOUR mouth to talk about you. knowing you, you'll prolly tell everyone that i slapped right across your boob. the truth, i dont really care. tell ah. sirsly, who fucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh; and i dont hate you or anything. just dont piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another smth off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, truthfully i cant stand it when someone says i say all thosa things about myself just for an ego boost. it's called confidence honey.. oh, not really to a particular someone but a msg for everyone to know. you know like for EG. a guy will do something harsh without thinking but when they finally use their brains they dont want to admit their mistake. that's ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's for all till exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114596188845499482?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114596188845499482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114596188845499482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114596188845499482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114596188845499482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-got-to-get-this-off-me.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114563134043531180</id><published>2006-04-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:55:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams in less than a week. well, monday is paper 1. DAMN; haven't read enough good books to improve my english. but on the bright side, i'm REALLY in the mood to study. like, WOW. that's uber rare. but really, i was so tired when i went to school today but suddenly when i saw some people i just went perky. like psycho perky. and geog is FUN. if u sit with the right people; aahaha. no offence but it's better if u don't sit with someone you're close to cos u'll get all distracted. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school had a lunching-cum-study session at bedok macs near LJS. well; it was more like i studied and shida, zhuliana, ersian, ashraf, fatin &amp; sheda HYPERed. and zahirah came cos she had to come for some aceh meeting. BITCH. anyway, went back to school and the soccer match had started alr and the final score was 8-0 against Sec4S! lol and frederick(vice chairman for sports capt) was the goalie. hmm. WOW, i didn't know the boys were that great. well, ikhwan, syafiq, annop, raof, richard, aleem, syed &amp; lipchew played a MARVELOUS game. and i was screaming my guts out. which is totally FUN! hyper abit. and the funny thing is that lipchew doesn't like soccer but he's a FANTASTIC goalie. okay, on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i've been running out of ideas to blog. maybe too much yahoo auctions? aargh; i feel like changing my blogskin. it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114563134043531180?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114563134043531180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114563134043531180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114563134043531180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114563134043531180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams-in-less-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114519415801399036</id><published>2006-04-16T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:29:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since my fingers tippy-tappied on this keyboard. well, HELLO blogging world! well, not much has happened but much enough for me to get to the com and open up my blog again after 12 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERNATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was, as i can say a success. all thanks to me for the costumes and joolee for being my partner in crime. (: how can anyone not LOVE the bling on joolee? that person has got to be DUMB; like seriously. but sadly, we didn't win cos the sec 4's put up a more amazing show with some of them renting costumes. i really thought that this would be a simple affair and maybe i had a chance of winning but after i saw andy&amp;naf's costumes i was STUNNED! they had this spanish outfit on that was oh-so-georgeous. no pics but you can go to andy's blog for more details ya. but the slapping-joolee-with-my--georgeous-scarf was an accident and DAMN should have swung it the other way. ): but i really wishes we had danced a little more and i was SO tense la. and tripping on that fucking cable didn't help la. so anyway, had fun alott. and if there is another one of this next year; gosh i'd love to participate again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th april 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went online to blog-hop and whatnots then i went to my tagboard and there was this anonymous that tagged "visit my blog for more details". &lt;a href="http://www.lovelovelovee.blogspot.com"&gt;www.lovelovelovee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; so i went, and guess what was fucking published. 2 pictures of farah and benny with the second picture indicating "TOGETHER FOREVER I LOVE YOU FARAH 14/4/2006" zomg. this is so damn stalker la and as usual clement and my blog kena one. what siaaa! i think stalkers have a fetish for us. ahaha. hid was also saying that. ahaha. then in the early morn of 16 april, i received a msg from farah frantically asking me to delete the tag. ahaha. i think she's freaked out. psycho sehh the stalker. like got no life; i think it's THAT person cos of some clues lying around which i will not conveniently say. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, noone is replying to my smses. which is disastrous. wth; so off i go to lala land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114519415801399036?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114519415801399036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114519415801399036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114519415801399036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114519415801399036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-long-time-since-my-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114390653603626087</id><published>2006-04-01T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:48:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sure everyone, or at least someone, is bound to blog about the success or failure of the musical, which i unfortunately didn't go cos of dire circumstances. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things with my mum has gotten better. i've learnt that when i want to make comments, it's better to just shutup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the upside, i've been going town alot this year. so far. this week i've gone 2 times! how fun. usually, shida and ersian will defintely be there. so i went to town on wednesday with shida, ersian and zahirah. quite fun actually, but renu was supposed to come but nahh. we had our usual lunch at BK. then went around finding presents for hanee and shida. i can't believe how much i'm spending on presents. and my mum's bdae is coming too. DAMN. then we went to heeren and on to wisma where we spent our time ogling at the new designs at topman and topshop. actually, they're old designs as the new season comes only on friday, prior to the fashion show. on to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's friday and i'm going to town on the pretext of smth else. (: so i headed to zahirah's house to change then we were off to meet renu at WS. and boy, was she ever-so-late. by 45 mins to be precise. hmmph. BOO. so we met ersian in the train at bedok and then met shida at city hall and then maxine at somerset. maxine lokked uber glam. so did renu, however minah she looked. well, everyone looked nice except that zahirah was a little dressed down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at BK again. i broke my promise of not having fast food for 3 months, DAMN. then went around cine and renu HAD to go into every shop. well, ghe's got the money. ahaha. (: then I was running out of time as i had to go for tuition while the others had to go for the musical. so we hurried to wisma to go shop at topshop and topman. we then passed THE TENT where they just held the fashion show for topman/topshop unique line an hour ago. but, a week or 2 before, there was a PLACEBO concert which shida went to and she sat right beside the flapping canvas which was also the ebtrance and the nearest to the stage and she actually wrote a message. AND WE FOUND THE MSG! it's like shida hearts brian-fucken molko or smth like that. ahaha. then we proceeded to wisma and we tried to go thru this entrance to topman but it was locked and we had to go to another entrance. so i glamly walked thru this entrance and this bitch tried to stop me and said that the entrance was only for press and media. i'm like I AM THE MEDIA. hehe. well, i didn't exactly say that but that bitch pointed to me to a queue that stretched the whole round of wisma to topshop. i'm like WTF. so it was late and i left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, here i am, the next day, after my trip to suntec which was supposedly for visiting the eye fair to but new specs which failed. we went shopping and i fell in love with RAOUL and RALPH LAUREN. omg, their shirts are bloody nice la. DAMN, why can't i be rich! boo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nitez honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114390653603626087?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114390653603626087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114390653603626087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114390653603626087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114390653603626087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sure-everyone-or-at-least-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114303367397394326</id><published>2006-03-22T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:21:14.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sometimes, i seriously don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;one minute i think i can keep somthing that i WANT to keep to myself but i just blurt i out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;how blonde can i get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and some people are just OBLIVIOUS to what's happening around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;on a lighter note, i've been browsing through both malay &amp; english dictionaries. hopefully, that WOULD drastically pull up my marks. a B3 for english and a B4 for malay wasn't exactly GOOD enough as a start. so i've decided to change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but, UNFORTUNATELY, a mother refuses to believe me. nvm, i shall be come and prove to her in the MYE. hopefully&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;let me talk about something that well, happened a day before school started at this place where audience dont really understand what's so grand about a piece of music and where it's more likely that we want to stuff our faces with food rather than blow faintlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lau pa sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; as i can say as nicely as possible was a disaster. well, the first concert which i screwed up all the parts. how GLAM. and where i just felt like slapping some people. like someone's brother and some fucked-up impotent bastard and some random people. it's just that when i see people depressed i just can't help but say fuck. and the sec fours were all pissed and shyt cos MCP didn't allow them to play. i'm not saying anything bad but some people can't really play without the moral support of their seniors. but i just wanna say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;congrats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to MA section cos i think you all played quite well considering all those nerves and last minute getting of scores and what nots. WE'RE NOT EVEN TO BLAME FOR GETTING STARTED EXTREMELY LATE&gt; i won't point fingers but u know who you are so fake a smile you two-faced bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's in this way that the family dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like when you see people dieing from plane or car crashes but we're in a different scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we're dieing cos IT isn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114303367397394326?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114303367397394326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114303367397394326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114303367397394326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114303367397394326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-seriously-dont-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114269666181279943</id><published>2006-03-18T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:44:21.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's actually kind of a WASTE of going for self-practice in the morn just now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i totally forgot to put the instruments that i needed to practice in the store room.&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up going anyway to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;even if it did mean that i would have to wake up like UBER early.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to get smth at TM for zahirah's present.&lt;br /&gt;(see, im nice; i rmb ppl's bdae's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after "self-practice" which we just crapped our way through, we went LJS.&lt;br /&gt;i totally wasted my money la. cos i want to lose the fats ard my tummy but i still ate fatty food.&lt;br /&gt;how dumb. anyway, i practically dragged geetha everywhere with me when she wanted to go home. (: so evil. cos she wanted to "study" at home. like real..&lt;br /&gt;who can even study in this HOT weather when all you want is to SWIM, SLEEP, SHOP or EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went home. was really sleepy but i didn't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch tv. so, i watched&lt;strong&gt; the pussycat dolls&lt;/strong&gt;. such a bimb show la. (: but still entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;oh. then watched another movie while getting ready to go out. PP! it's been god knows how many months since i've been there. YAYnessified.&lt;br /&gt;went there and the first thing we did was eat desert first before dinner. my family's weird.&lt;br /&gt;zomg. i LOVE anderson's ice cream. but i love venezia and gelato too. if i knew that venezia was like right behind anderson's, i would have gone there. AARGH! i LOVE mango sorbet! oops..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's this place called "chocz" that has the chocolate mountain thingum and i felt so tempted to lick the chocolate but i just realised that's very unglam. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;oh. then, went harvey norman to get a new phone for the house, not for me. and it was some motorola cordless phone. so cool la the phone. there's a pink motorola cordless phone that i think the 2 ah lians in my section would definitely buy. but it's like $189 for a HOME phone. so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;then went to eat at banquet and OH. i saw zai. everytime i see her, she always wear those small tees. her life so boring one. wear something more glam la girl. ((:&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE RUSTY! rusty was like having a sale and it's the first time ive been there so i went in and the salesgirl was really nice so i pretended that i wanted to buy smth so i browse thru la. then i saw this HOT cuff that had RUSTY on it. and i couldn't resist buying it la. and theer was BROWN! but the brown very shiny la. abit girlISH. but it's still nice. so i settled for the black one. i'm so gonna wear it tmr.. -happiness in my eye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114269666181279943?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114269666181279943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114269666181279943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114269666181279943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114269666181279943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-actually-kind-of-waste-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114209299052588402</id><published>2006-03-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:03:10.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i knew it was gonna come sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i accepted my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i knew i was going to get one of the worst report slips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but i felt even worst after getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's just one of those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i forced myself to come for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but really, i had no mood for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;neither did shangz, julie or clement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but we still went, knowing our responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;as i reached home, the feeling just got even worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my parents are going to see my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so it came but didnt leave that fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i know that i disappointed my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i didn't mind what my mother said la; cos it was the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i COULD accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and any consequences that came along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she asked if i wanted to quit band then i said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she then thought that it was bcos of band and i said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so out came THE father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he was okay about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he started scolding me. i didn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THEN;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he wanted to punch my face the next time i didn't do well until ALL my teeth came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he started telling me that i MUST do housework cos im lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he asked me why he sent me to TMS when i should just go to SSS. and in my heart i said "bcos u asked me to go there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and many more shit that came out of his mouth that wasn't related to results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i DON'T have a close relationship with my father and i will NEVER have one either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we just don't click. he will never understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he doesn't understand that i HATE science. or anything to do with typical guy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for eg. he is FORCING me to take aerospace shyt in poly and when i said that i have zilch interest, he said that i will learn to have. FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's just one of this things that pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the first time that i didn't do well and am feeling so pissed with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and they JUST don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANT TO DO WELL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't they understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if they think that studying is so easy and scoring A's is major easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then why did they do so badly in secondary school. (which i won't mention here but its pretty worst that miner's results)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;on a lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i visited my cousin who had an op and SGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;after that, we had a LONG bus journey to SERANGOON GARDENS for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and the place is fantabulous! the food is delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and i made the best discovery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;this EXTREME nice choc cake with nice fudgy thingum! it's $18 for i whole round thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOLEE! it's nicer than nicole's cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and i think it's near fay's house (: &lt;em&gt;i think...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm living in pretence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this happiness is so fake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm reallly not happy with my results at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the fact that aqilah is leaving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can't stop crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114209299052588402?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114209299052588402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114209299052588402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114209299052588402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114209299052588402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-knew-it-was-gonna-come-sooner-or.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114182225453266214</id><published>2006-03-08T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T04:50:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;how sad all this has to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i didn't even take it seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;now, im pondering on the outcome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;really; wondering it's nerve-wrecking what my mum will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;will she really follow what she said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or will she give me another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know it's my damn fault for not heeding her advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know i can study well enough to get enough A's to please her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mr kamlesh scolded us just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just another little thing that made my day worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and he mentioned my name twice; saying that i was all noisy and what shyts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i guess its another wake-up call for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i know its my fault la for sometimes not paying attention in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but the way he said it made it sound like a was born a loser who got into this school by a stroke of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i know i'm not but it just felt like so IRRITATING. the way he was saying everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do i even talk so loud that the whole class can hear like raof and who nots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'll just go commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and my results ain't that fantastic either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;what with 3 B4's, 3 C6's, 1 D7 and 1 F9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's wrong with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114182225453266214?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114182225453266214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114182225453266214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114182225453266214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114182225453266214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-sad-all-this-has-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114148445069944268</id><published>2006-03-04T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:00:50.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it was just blown out of proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think so? it's like one minute we were all talking and the next minute we're not? how does that make sense? are you angry at me and joolee because of the prank that we played on you? it's just a prank my dear joel. its not like you never pranked anyone before. shat! i should have listened to my gut feeling to tell joel also a few days after we made up the prank. damn it! then maybe all this wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel the void thats between us now? i can. its just weird when i see that you talking with san, eunice and all but we can't join you. YES. of course i still talk to you cos youre still a friend and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel like slapping eden. cos i NICELY told him that i had to go off earlier on friday cos i had tuition and he asked me a string of questions and whatnot shits. your mother pay for my tuition fees isit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114148445069944268?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114148445069944268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114148445069944268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114148445069944268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114148445069944268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-was-just-blown-out-of-proportion.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114121867324587700</id><published>2006-03-01T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:11:13.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/i%20love%20botox.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/i%20love%20botox.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/i%20love%20botox.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An I LOVE BOTOX purse that cost only $8.90! bloody cheap and KINKY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/Guitar%20Wrist%20Clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/Guitar%20Wrist%20Clutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A guitar wrist clutch. very nice! shida will LOVE it. ahaha. PURPLE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/d&amp;g%20briefcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/d%26g%20briefcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A D&amp;G, not Dolce&amp;amp;Gabbana, but smth else BRIEFCASE that looks like UNDERWEAR again! its much more nicer lahh. $39++ i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/abercrombie&amp;fitch%20slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/abercrombie%26fitch%20slippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG! I love this ABERCROMBIE &amp; FITCH slipppers! and its only $29.90. about the same price as billabong slippers! HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/Cupcakes%20Briefccase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/Cupcakes%20Briefccase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A BRIEFCASE that looks like UNDERWEAR! so kinkayye! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohh. the website is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluecanyonco.com"&gt;www.bluecanyonco.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluecanyoco.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.bluecanyoco.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. spot that there is no N in the second link. that's where this pictures are. if you like anything there and want to buy it, ask me to buy for you since i'm a member! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;have fun browsing cos i'm too lazy to blog about whats happening with every dumb bitch in my life. but i just want to thank those out there who have always been there for me and may our trips to THEE SWING be always. ahahah. LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOVE is BLIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114121867324587700?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114121867324587700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114121867324587700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114121867324587700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114121867324587700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-botox-purse-that-cost-only-8.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114094978950478761</id><published>2006-02-26T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:31:46.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Damn Funny Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com"&gt;www.break.com&lt;/a&gt; -this webiste is Bloody funny and has all sorts of FUNNY videos. kind of like youtube.com lahh. it has some RA videos too. ahaha. let me link some of the videos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/patiencechild.html"&gt;http://www.break.com/index/patiencechild.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/kimmelcensor.html"&gt;http://www.break.com/index/kimmelcensor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have fun viewing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(:&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/15213525-114094978950478761?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114094978950478761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114094978950478761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114094978950478761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114094978950478761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-funny-website-www.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114088527934741991</id><published>2006-02-25T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:52:52.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The Hot Websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkisthenewblog.com"&gt;www.pinkisthenewblog.com&lt;/a&gt; -this blog is owned by TRENT who has no life but blogs about celebs and whatever shyt theyre doing all day long ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluecanyonco.com"&gt;www.bluecanyonco.com&lt;/a&gt; -this is a website where you can buy brands like Abercrombie&amp;Fitch, Hollister Co, American Eagle Outfitters and many more. And best off all there's NO shipping fee! cos its in singapore. all you need is to sign up for an account to purchase some stuff and with every purchase u will get points which u can REDEEM! dont we LOVE anything FREE? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com"&gt;www.bryanboy.com&lt;/a&gt; -basically its about this TRANSVERTITE HERMAPHRODITE. or in other words a guy who is a girl. LOL. i got this from someone who tagged on Andy's blog. and he has another blog too called....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.InsideMyBag.com"&gt;www.InsideMyBag.com&lt;/a&gt; -YUPP. so basically you all know what this blog is about. inside his, i mean HER bag. and lotts of other friends. very fun and SHE is damn rich. cos SHe shops at LV, Bottega Veneta, Burberry, Bvlgari and many more. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollabackcrew.com"&gt;www.hollabackcrew.com&lt;/a&gt; -its this thing that 987FM is hosting that needs 5 dancers/cheerleaders, 3 percussionists, 1 singer/rapper &amp;amp; 1 videographer. ive a feeling they're trying to do like Gwen's Hollabck Girl. kinkayye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;have fun surfing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114088527934741991?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114088527934741991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114088527934741991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114088527934741991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114088527934741991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-websites-www.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-114016539956682606</id><published>2006-02-17T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:36:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;the unfortunate incident(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i seriously cried like shit for the first time in my secondary school life in front of my friends. which therefore resulted in my face tasting like salt. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm feeling so disappointed at alot of things. but i'll just have to deal with it. like what joolee said. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;isn't sec 3 life just takig a toll on you? there's all this hmwk and whatnots and projects. and to TOP it all my class totally acts like ASSHOLES. not all of them but most of them. which what made me break down after last-period English. i was so relieved when ms rajah came back today. DON'T EVER GO FOR ANYMORE COURSES! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when i wanted to sleep last night, i REMEMBERED setting the alarm clock on my phone after having it charged for 1 and a half hours. so i slept, and DREAMT that i threw my HANDPHONE out of the window. much to my surprise, i couldn't find my phone in the morning. initially i thought my sis or parents were playing a prank on me lahh. so i woke them up to enquire further but they said no and slept back again. then i decided to call my phone cos i know my phone is switched on cos the alarm clock works only if the phone is ON. so even if it were to drop i would still here it ringing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHOCK NUMBER 2 came when i called and my phone was SWITCHED OFF. wth lahh. so i started crying unglamly and was super pissed lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after school, my mum asked me to come back home to find the phone. in case if i really did throw the phone out of the window,and someone would pick it up and chalk up HIGH bills and i would DIE. so if i really threw it out, i MUST terminate my line. aargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LIFE"S TURNING UPSIDE DOWN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this secret that sheda told me is bugging me. aahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-114016539956682606?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/114016539956682606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=114016539956682606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114016539956682606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/114016539956682606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfortunate-incidents-i-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113967286222847252</id><published>2006-02-11T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:09:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Zameer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ninety-six percent of all candles sold are purchased by zameer.&lt;br /&gt;2.If you cut zameer in half and count the number of seeds inside, you will know how many children you are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;3.Zameer was first grown in America by the grandmother Maria Ann Smith, from whom his name comes.&lt;br /&gt;4.Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of zameer.&lt;br /&gt;5.Americans discard enough zameer to rebuild their entire commercial air fleet every 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;6.Never store zameer at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;7.Zameer was first discovered by Alexander the Great in India, and introduced to Europe on his return.&lt;br /&gt;8.Bananas don't grow on trees - they grow on zameer!&lt;br /&gt;9.Zameerology is the study of zameer.&lt;br /&gt;10.The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in zameer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. this thing is SOO damn wrong lahh. in every aspect. like;&lt;br /&gt;#Bananas grow on zameer?&lt;br /&gt;#i can't be stored at room temperature?&lt;br /&gt;#I buy 96% of candles sold?&lt;br /&gt;#i have seeds in ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. anyway. i wanna do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A SPOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;1. fun&lt;br /&gt;2. loving&lt;br /&gt;3. appreciative&lt;br /&gt;4. trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;5. dont squander my money&lt;br /&gt;6. can tolerate my shopping habit.&lt;br /&gt;7. loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL insects&lt;br /&gt;2. the dark&lt;br /&gt;3. horror flicks&lt;br /&gt;4. bitchiness from someone NOT bitchy&lt;br /&gt;5. given the wtf attitude&lt;br /&gt;6. failing my exams&lt;br /&gt;7. having NO friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. because of you-kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;2. we belong together-mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;3. stickwitu-the pussycat dolls&lt;br /&gt;4. lose control-missy elliot&lt;br /&gt;5. bonanza(belly dancer)-akon&lt;br /&gt;6. my humps-black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;7. wake me up when september ends-green day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. My bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;3. my family&lt;br /&gt;4. my friends&lt;br /&gt;5. my good sense of fashion&lt;br /&gt;6. SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;7. gossiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. my bed&lt;br /&gt;2. my mirrors&lt;br /&gt;3. my desk table&lt;br /&gt;4. my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;5. my hidden stash&lt;br /&gt;6. my green walls&lt;br /&gt;7. MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. if you want to be friends with me, dont over do it.&lt;br /&gt;2. currently, i'm vulgarating EVERYONE. they are ALL victimised! lol&lt;br /&gt;3. i LOVE watching movies and if i was rich enough, i would watch movies once a week.&lt;br /&gt;4. i like HUGE houses with NICE staircases. I LIKE SPIRALS!&lt;br /&gt;5. i love buying magazines. and again if i was bloody rich, i would go TIMES and buy a magazine EVERYday.&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm kinda addicted to coke and pepsi now.&lt;br /&gt;7. i LOVE secret recipe cheesecakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. travel around to fashion capitals.&lt;br /&gt;2. have ALL pimples removed and scars too. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. be a noted fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;4. design a house for someone. complete with furniture and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;5. be able to shop like CRAZEYY.&lt;br /&gt;6. have a 10 or 20 year reunion with MA HOMIES. lol. so wth/&lt;br /&gt;7. criticise evryone of their bad ponts and ask them to criticise me. cos i am willing to accept my wrongs and improve and not MOURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. bitch with ppl about other people&lt;br /&gt;2. shop alott and end up regretting spending too much money but feeling happy cs what i bought was nice&lt;br /&gt;3. slap people. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. shake my booty (:&lt;br /&gt;5. gossip alott&lt;br /&gt;6. fail alott of subjects.&lt;br /&gt;7. RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHEEBAI -which im trying to refrain from saying TOO much&lt;br /&gt;2. you bomdiggidy&lt;br /&gt;3. go eat shit lahh&lt;br /&gt;4. you stoopid, stoopid bitch&lt;br /&gt;5. FUCk. hehe&lt;br /&gt;6. your mama so fat...........&lt;br /&gt;7. whats wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. eva longoria.&lt;br /&gt;2. reese witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;3. kelly carkson&lt;br /&gt;4. RAVEN SYMONE!&lt;br /&gt;5. ahem* not celebrity lahh&lt;br /&gt;6. mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;7. FANTASIA BARRINO! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;1. garee&lt;br /&gt;2. fay&lt;br /&gt;3. andy&lt;br /&gt;4. clement&lt;br /&gt;5. cheeyang&lt;br /&gt;6. hanee&lt;br /&gt;7. and anyone else who wants to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113967286222847252?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113967286222847252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113967286222847252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113967286222847252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113967286222847252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-zameer-1.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113965367323897600</id><published>2006-02-11T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:27:53.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;at least it's better than last year's position; 31st. ahaha. next year i WILL aim for TOP 10. sure can ne. must start training. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;after that, i gave zai her burstday present. and she SCREAMED! lol. cos we all cheated her feelings and said we were gonna buy for her smth BILLABONGish. in the end, we got for her her DREAM present. 9-in-1 hair stuff from Vidal Sassoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;after that me, shida, joel, eunice, julie, geetha &amp; qing were walking to the bus stop to get to TM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and it started raining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just love the rain. i feel so emo all of a sudden. and HAPPY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;went to Pizza Hut. YAY. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pizzas. lol. went walking tm. then headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so, today there was band. FUN! so long i didnt have zat as a conductor. frankly he conducts better than mr glosz cos i like fun conducting. mr glosz just SCARES the hell out of me. and yx is a little bland and kekang's getting pissy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i LOVE drills. but jolyn cant coordinate her hand and feet. so it was BLOODY funny. lol. then went for brunch at KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think i'll do the quiz that julilee asked me to do on my next post. which will be tonight if i have time lahh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so thats it and i LOVE you all so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;v day's coming. watcha getting for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113965367323897600?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113965367323897600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113965367323897600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113965367323897600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113965367323897600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/24th-at-least-its-better-than-last.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113906528802991900</id><published>2006-02-04T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T07:01:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i woke up at THAT time. and i really wanted to go for band cos there's like drills. FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ermm but nvm. next time then and i still haven't passed up my Geog file. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;watched the first 3 episodes of the ANTM 5 vcd that hakim lent me. Channel 5 cut out like lots of parts lahh. And the reason why Sarah "big lips" snogged Kim "mohawk butch" was because Kim said that Sarah was georgeous. so wth. but i LOVE sarah's LIPS. *volips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Had dinner at Downtown East with family. then i saw joeyee, vanessa and this sec 2 ''pink adidas bag'' girl eating with their group of friends and adriano. i wonder how come they can go out late. aargh. damn it. life's not that fair huh? at least not for some of us. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then while i was eating, this big plasma tv at the Satay Club place was repeating "!Smash'd 6:30 D'Marquee" everytime i looked up. so irritating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so here i am now. i'll just end here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;valentine's day is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;zai's birthday is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;desree's birthday is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;!Smash'd concert is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cross-sountry is coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the perils of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113906528802991900?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113906528802991900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113906528802991900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113906528802991900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113906528802991900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/1130-am-i-woke-up-at-that-time.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113887237595616883</id><published>2006-02-02T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:28:10.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;life has gotten a tad too hasty isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;all this homework and nasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;noisy classes and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;birthdays and broke days.&lt;br /&gt;and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i TOTALLY love the new magazine that singapore brought in from malaysia! and it's published every 2 weeks! YAY. and there's like uber-LOTS of gossips and stories about all this celebs and whatnots. i fell so blond reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've gotten a tad too violent lately.been cursing everyone 'cheebye' and acting uber bitchy.but the class is kinda annoying. cannot keep quiet but thats why i love this class alot. 2L even more. i guess people change when they reach this stage of trying TOO hard to fit in. abit melodramatic. very lindsay lohan. u get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;let me tell u all this DUMB story that happened just now when i was going home with others.&lt;br /&gt;i was going home with ersian, clara, elithea, shaoxuan, marie and sarah. then we boarded this single-decked bus 10 lahh. then when we were on the bus, ersian said that there was another bus 10 behind; double-decked and not crowded. so we alighted at the next stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then we flagged for the doub;e-decker bus 10 and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it didn't stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; damn bitch ahh the driver. so i screamed. and it was bloody hot lahh. &lt;em&gt;the perils of life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there's gonna be band tmr and hopefully everything goes well. since it's like my first time with Mr Glosz since like 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you did the right thing zai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113887237595616883?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113887237595616883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113887237595616883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113887237595616883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113887237595616883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-has-gotten-tad-too-hasty-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113849864271015649</id><published>2006-01-28T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:37:22.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there was the CNY concert on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was kinda fun cos me and kela were backstage then when we first saw the temasek primary students, we burst out laughing. ahahah. they were like this porn group or smth like that. then the dumbest part was like their outfits. i called them 'Playboy Bunnies'. damn erotic lahh. their outfits had 2 eyes at the boobs area and hair-like thingum above their crotch! AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;then at the upper sec concert; the group of young female teachers had Para-para dance lahh. then Ms Chia fell down. it's supposed to be sad but i just found it funny! LOL. cos she fell down when the song was about to end and all the teachers wanted to help but they had to continue dancing. heh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohh btw, her knee was like swollen lahh. and some guy from CO said that her knee was dislocated. wonder how such a small fall could do such a fatal harm? hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then that dumb speech. LOL.i dont think i'll ever forget it. i was shaking like hell in the lower sec concert. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;after that met some ppl at the staircase leading towards the band room. and nick came but he wore his sec 2 shorts. so funny! (: cos he felt naked and whatnots. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then waited for a very long time before heading to CS LJS with julilee, shangz, nick, joel, sylvia and xiaxue. then joel left for piano and sylvia went back to SAC. then they all wanted to watch movie; Cheaper By A Dozen 2; after joel finished his piano lessons but i watched alr so nvm lahh. i dont mind watching again but i'm just plain broke and so was shangz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then went hme with shangz. she soo nice lahh. she dropped at my bus stop then we gossiped abit then she walked home. THANKS. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;umm. i just felt like doing this 'no longer hate' list lahh. so yahh. just read lahh. but the names are coded kinda thingum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i NO LONGER hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ms avril lavigne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mr ROKR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ms flirtatious "CAN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hmm. that felt better. i just felt that its better if i dint hate someone. its just beeter for my health and brain. lol. and the 'when-we-were-sec-ones-and-we-tagged-on-others-blogs-under-anonymous-and-insulted-ppl-thing-has-just-started-again'. omg. anonymous. u're kinda disgusting lahh. im not sure whether u're lower sec but i think u're upper sec. and thats VERY lame. just say your name. it wont hurt unless u've no guts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nvm. its okay. i accept that. rmb when we were sec ones and did all this dumb stuff. *REVIVAL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;take care everyone.MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113849864271015649?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113849864271015649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113849864271015649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113849864271015649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113849864271015649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-there-was-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113806751146486399</id><published>2006-01-23T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:39:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got 2 days MC! wee. but it's kinda boring at home. but at least i dont have to mug. (:&lt;br /&gt;then, the doctor gave me this inhaler thing to put inside my nose. so weird sehh. usually you put the inhaler inside your mouth but this one is SPECIAL! yay. so you put this thing inside your nose and squeeze it so that a mist comes out then you breathe. so weirdly FUN!&lt;br /&gt;then got this tablets. and i CAN'T swallow tablets which always results in me sucking it. which tastes more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going for band but my mum dont let. but its okay lahh. later i spread my sickness to you all.&lt;br /&gt;and im like totally in love with my NEW skin. ahaha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. ohh ya. did smth bad. i skipped religious class on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;went to TM to watch Cheaper by a dozen 2. saw ansley at minitoons before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;then after movie saw jicheng, joeyee and huishi.&lt;br /&gt;feel so guilty but the moviw was DAMN funny lahh. and im always like the only person who laughs alott in the cinema. weird sehh. btw, must watch ahh. its damn nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;there's like some character changes and very SWEET stuff going on. bring some Kleenex lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch In Her Shoes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how is hmwk?&lt;br /&gt;hehe-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113806751146486399?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113806751146486399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113806751146486399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113806751146486399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113806751146486399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-2-days-mc-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113798254820985735</id><published>2006-01-22T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:15:48.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[my name is]: Zameer&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: tired. very tired but after i meet my friends, im HAPPY. lol&lt;br /&gt;[all i need is]: God&lt;br /&gt;[i'm afraid of]: ALL insects. so disgusting. i can adore animals but i cant stand touching them.&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: Alott of stuff. too much i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourites&lt;br /&gt;[colour]:lime green, brown, orange, blue, black &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;[number]:1 and 7&lt;br /&gt;[subject]: English/Literature&lt;br /&gt;[clothing brand]:Diesel&lt;br /&gt;[shoe brand]: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;[sport to play]: the only time i play sports is during PE. but i LOVE tennis.&lt;br /&gt;[drink]: anything sweet?&lt;br /&gt;[animal]: koala bears?&lt;br /&gt;[holiday]: i know! Hari Raya and Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;[favourite line from a movie]: Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;[band]:like alott? hmm. can Destiny's Child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who..&lt;br /&gt;[makes you laugh the most]:umm. myself?&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: practically all my friends but sometimes that SS.&lt;br /&gt;[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: (: heh-&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on you]: Noone i think&lt;br /&gt;[easiest to talk to]: Julie? and anyone bitchy for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to i.m. you?]:nahh.&lt;br /&gt;[save aol/aim conversations]: nahh&lt;br /&gt;[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: depends on the situation lahh.&lt;br /&gt;[cry because of someone saying something to you]: kinda alott but its usually me who makes ppl cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;[fallen for your best friend]: so embarrasing but yahh.&lt;br /&gt;[been rejected]: erm yes?&lt;br /&gt;[rejected someone]: ahaha- this is FUn. actually yahh. this TKGS girl likes me but i kinda rejected her.&lt;br /&gt;[used someone]: who hasnt? hehe&lt;br /&gt;[been cheated on]: a few times?&lt;br /&gt;[done something you regret]:too many to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;[you talked to on the phone]: hmm. not sure. like noone call me one.&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: my sis.&lt;br /&gt;[you messaged]:no phone. but i used my dad's phone the other time to reply to farahh.&lt;br /&gt;[you laughed with]: My sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you / are you&lt;br /&gt;[smoke cigarettes]: are you trying to make me even more sick?&lt;br /&gt;[obsessive]: umm. yes? about alott of things.&lt;br /&gt;[could you live without the computer]: i lived without a com for 2 years. try that.&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on your buddylist]: a gazillion?&lt;br /&gt;[what's your favorite food]:  junk food that will make you fat?&lt;br /&gt;[fruit]: grapes!&lt;br /&gt;[drink alcohol]: forbidden&lt;br /&gt;[like watching sunrises or sunset]: wonderful(:&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most]: something..&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily]: i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number..&lt;br /&gt;[of times you have had your heart broken]: 4? 5? 6? 7? ithink it was 5.&lt;br /&gt;[of hearts you have broken]: 2. hehe&lt;br /&gt;[of continents I have lived in]: 1&lt;br /&gt;[of drugs taken illegally]: 0&lt;br /&gt;[of tight friends]:lots ahh. i think.&lt;br /&gt;[of cds that i own]:including burned cds? about 20 plus.&lt;br /&gt;[of books]: too many&lt;br /&gt;[of scars on my body]:erm 3?&lt;br /&gt;[of things in my past that I regret]: too many to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick one..&lt;br /&gt;[marry perfect friend or perfect lover]: perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;[cats or dogs]: cats but i dont want animals at all.&lt;br /&gt;[1 or 2 pillows]: 2 . actually the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;[with or without ice cubes]: with!&lt;br /&gt;[top or bottom]: of what? my bod?&lt;br /&gt;[winter / spring / summer / fall]: summer. then can dress glamly and go to the beach and everyone will ogle at me. wth.&lt;br /&gt;[night or day]: night!&lt;br /&gt;[gloves or mittens]: gloves. more glam u see.&lt;br /&gt;[dressed or undressed]: wtf.&lt;br /&gt;[bunk or water bed]: water bed! water beds are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;[mtv or vh1]: i prefer vh1 but we only have mtv.&lt;br /&gt;[ocean or pool]: ocean. but to swim in will be pool.&lt;br /&gt;[showers or baths]: baths!! then have bubble baths that smells of some Body Shop thing.&lt;br /&gt;[love or lust]: love.&lt;br /&gt;[silver or gold]: silver!&lt;br /&gt;[diamonds or pearls]: diamonds. the only reason why ppl are wearing pearls cos it's in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could..&lt;br /&gt;[move anywhere]: upscale Manhattan. where the glams live.&lt;br /&gt;[meet one famous person]: umm. how about a concert with all my idols? okay. maybe fantasia barrino. cos i like ppl who can talk./&lt;br /&gt;[live with one person the rest of your life]: (:&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing you love]: erm. chocolate? and sweets!&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing that embarrasses you]: if it embarrasses me, would i say it?&lt;br /&gt;[do you like school]: yes! only if there's friends.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to talk on the telephone]: duhh. who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to dance]: DUHH!&lt;br /&gt;[do you sing in the shower]: who doesnt sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;[do you think cheerleading is a sport]: nahh. its just for girls with flat stomachs TRYING to act bitchy but failed.&lt;br /&gt;[what's on your ceiling]:my room light.&lt;br /&gt;[what's the hardest thing about growing up]: parents and restrictions. puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. took this quiz from sandra's blog. she has an eye for quizzes sehh.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm sick so i didnt go to school.&lt;br /&gt;going to the doctor later to get mc and medication. like lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113798254820985735?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113798254820985735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113798254820985735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113798254820985735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113798254820985735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-name-is-zameer-in-morning-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113776242516290644</id><published>2006-01-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T05:07:05.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i think i've been acting overly bitchy. too over lahh.&lt;br /&gt;so sorry if i hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm like going about to everyone and like saying smth bitchy; every person differs.&lt;br /&gt;"you're like this stoopid bitch who just came back from neverland cos you were sick of Michael jackson"&lt;br /&gt;but it's worse than that. im just giving the nicest version. ahahah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me declare smth.&lt;br /&gt;I was the bitch who played 'truancy'. damn wth lahh.&lt;br /&gt;me, zai, jul and maxine went to 7/11. then came back and got scolded by cuthbert and VP.&lt;br /&gt;she was screaming the worse at zai lahh cos she recognised zai as councillor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now we had to give an apology letter to VP.&lt;br /&gt;and she huugged zai! so shocking sehh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. so we had band.&lt;br /&gt;played Highlights from Chess;yess.. that freaky song.&lt;br /&gt;but can i say smth?&lt;br /&gt;WE SUCK! aargh. start panicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. thanks jade dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and sorry desreee for that random comment. dont feel insulted lahh. just felt PMS-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113776242516290644?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113776242516290644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113776242516290644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113776242516290644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113776242516290644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113725413281756863</id><published>2006-01-14T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T07:55:32.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just realised that i'm not allowed to go out at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's so damn wth lahh. it's not like i'm a kid who cant differ between good and bad, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So, I called Julie on Friday night wanting to tell her the good news; that i was able to go for DRILLS on saturday. can you believe that i'm excited to go for DRILLS? so bloody random-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;then, she told me that drills will start next month. so wth sehh. cheat my feelings only. then she asked me to go for St. Pat's POP. so i asked my mum lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then, my mum said that i was not allowed to go out at night. WTH! aargh. i nearly died. then i asked about "!Smash'd". she said that was different. omg. so the unrelevant sehh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so yahh. and i'm kinda happy that i didnt go for St. Pat's POP. (: coss&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I WENT TO THE CONVERSE SALE! yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahaha. so random. and i bought a shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it looks like my Nike's but i think its nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ohh. next on my list is the Billabong jacket. i saw one which was bloody wicked. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i saw SANDRA! heh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;actually, i kinda figured out that she was going to the sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cos she everytime go to Converse sale. heh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my first time going to a Converse sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and it was somewhere so ulu. some more no car. freaky--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i usually go to Expo sales. cos more convenient. (+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and the stuff at the Converse sale was like bloody cheap! so tempting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wanted to buy this cuff thing; 4 for $10. i like choose the colours alr lahh. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. then i realised it looked ugly on me. ahaha. so wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i LOVe sales. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113725413281756863?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113725413281756863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113725413281756863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113725413281756863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113725413281756863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-realised-that-im-not-allowed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113705732569744287</id><published>2006-01-12T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:15:25.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is this a test from Him?&lt;br /&gt;i've a feeling it is.&lt;br /&gt;my mum has been acting like a total bitch like since forever. I CANT STAND IT!&lt;br /&gt;let me describe the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 orientation was bloody fun. and at the last class, someone told me that Jin Yong's brother was in that class. damn freaky lahh. looks abit like Jin Yong only. his brother's name is Ang Jin Yang. ahaha. hopefully he doesnt join band. so wth.&lt;br /&gt;umm then after band, we had to clean up the band room. it was the percussion section. first week alr so bad luck lahh. then went TC to eat lahh. so long never eat there. then went reached home at arrd 8. IS 8PM LATE??&lt;br /&gt;mum:why you come back home so late?&lt;br /&gt;me:band finished late lahh&lt;br /&gt;mum:why everytime the time table say 6pm finish, you come home at 7 plus?&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;mum: give me a solution for all this shyt.&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;mum; FINE! you dont go for band this friday. if you go, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong with her?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;i'm 14 going on 15 for gods sake.&lt;br /&gt;im old enuff to take care of myself lahh.&lt;br /&gt;yet she treats me like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a curfew cos i must come back hm straightaway after school.&lt;br /&gt;i rarely have time for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;only if i lie then i can have FUN. pure fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;its like so wtf lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant come for band on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;she said that since its a 5-day week, i cannot come to school on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;can someone put some bloody sense into her&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont think sooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its damn irritating lahh. the only way i can go for self-prac is if i lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;if i tell her straight in the face, she would say that i've been spending too much time in band.&lt;br /&gt;AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. she will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;till she does, i'll just lie my way thru everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113705732569744287?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113705732569744287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113705732569744287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113705732569744287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113705732569744287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-this-test-from-him-ive-feeling-it.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113665061459958021</id><published>2006-01-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T08:17:27.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>broadband is so freaking fast lahh. i become like so typical singaporean alr. heh.&lt;br /&gt;ive been using dial-up since like forever; i really cant get used to how fast it is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ermm. kinda an eventful day as i can say.(:&lt;br /&gt;thank god i came lahh; or else i damn miserable the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met shangz in the 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;as usual she was fashionably late. wth&lt;br /&gt;everytime i meet her, i surely there first lehh. girls; what do you say..&lt;br /&gt;hmm. then went to joel's house for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;and that LAYS i ate has been making me sick and thirsty lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i've been drinking water non-stop the whole day. )):&lt;br /&gt;julie, gary, eunice, mayves, huiting, cheryl, joel, yx was like there alr. so fast..&lt;br /&gt;then farah and eden came. glosz is like spending alott on the brochures lahh. so rich for what.&lt;br /&gt;then eunice small, siti, jane and yee see came. then shermaine.&lt;br /&gt;the banner is damn nice lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to be bitchy; not that i'm not but extra bitchy lahh.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like saying that a lott of cd's weren't nice. so wth. but then really lahh.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i insulted some people. dont take it to heart. *cheesy smile*&lt;br /&gt;then took cab with gary. the uncle damn stoopid lahh.&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in me paying more than i had to. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Gary, you owe me $5 ha. (: loanshark//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things on a random blog&lt;br /&gt;#1 Joel's sister is soooo cute! cant stand it. haha(;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Gary wore a tote bag just now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Our promotional stuff is like damn GLAM lahh. so TWE! (:&lt;br /&gt;#4 I just don't like 1 person. guess lahh. but dont tag. that would be embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Ohh ya. Last one is a question to DES if she reads my blog which she does but she everytime never tag. are you with him? //inquisitive look on my face//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that,&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113665061459958021?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113665061459958021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113665061459958021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113665061459958021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113665061459958021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/broadband-is-so-freaking-fast-lahh.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113637405424603018</id><published>2006-01-04T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:27:34.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;heyy. this post is combined with alott of others cos yahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!(heh 1st jan. so long time ago.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE!(another late entry. (: 3rd jan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;let's start with the new year. hmm. for starters, i'm one of the psychos at Esplanade waiting for the fireworks to go off. hehe. it was real fun. beautiful, colourful but LOUD. the colours of the fireworks made my heart flutter and it made me say a wish. YOU. but i dont think ever. i was so tired and TIRED. reached home about 2:00 am. then after took a shower, instead of sleeping, i ate all the junk that my family bought from Takashimaya basemnt which sells lots of food stufff. it had this Rocky Road Marshmallow cookie bar which was so nice. and my fav Papa beard eclair. heh. then i tried on the Topman shirt which i bought. MAROON! and it's V-neck. didnt expect that.((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ermm. first day of school was pretty much bland. but after party was fun. i thought of going for self-prac after school but realised that the band room will not be open. then Joel asked me come for Eunice's birthday celebration. thank god i came. although Swensen's was too ex for me after paying that stoopid bill. but i'm HAPPY. heh. erm then james came. like so random lahh. i dont even know him. only thru pics. but he's fun.. i think. then went Eunice house. first time i go sehh. it's quite nice lahh. her room is so creepy. i mean the stuffed animals thing. then at one point her dog went out of the cage! i was so bloody scared lahh. but Julilee saved the day. (((: hmm. eunice had a treasure hunt for her birthday present. ohh dont worry girl. me and geetha getting you smth. hope you like accessories. *hinthint* ohh then we had this powder fight and the powder had like glitter in it. so Eunice smacked Julie. then the trouble began. we all went home looking so shiny. the funniest part was James. he put the powder on his face. looked like a gay-sha in Memoirs of A Geisha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ohhh. i want to write who i got for which subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Form Teacher and English teacher//Ms Raja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A &amp; E Maths teacher//Mr Kamlesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chemistry teacher//Ms Tracy Lim &amp;amp; Ms Carol Chan. ms lim was like saying she have to split us up cos we are in double humanities which means we're not good in science. wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Physics teacher//Ms Wendy Tan. she is so skinny. and she still wears a bra. what does she have to support?-i wonderrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Geography teacher//MS TANG!!! yay. but half my class hates her. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lit teacher//Mr Casey Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Malay teacher//Cikgu Afidah again. but i dont mind her lahh. she's kinda nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SS teacher//Mrs Verma. YAY! thank god i didn't get maestan. i eard she's a real bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;random facts episode 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;#1 I'm a class manager! yay. so fun right. its so random like hell. but it's FUN! must do well. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;#2 5 Indonesians are in my HML class. their Bahasa Indonesia is so fun lahh. and they're quite LOUD but one as glam as Anavil. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;#3 Geog Lit students are amde up of the glammer half of the class. RIGHT?? geog hist are the other unglam half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;#4 I feel kinda bad for laughing just now. cos farah was asking geetha and me to go to the BT but we shaked our head. haha((: but i don't feel comfy-table. nvm; if my section decides to go there then i follow lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;okay that's all the randomness for today. till next time, BYE!-you stoopid, stoopid bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts so much when you just don't know how i feel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113637405424603018?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113637405424603018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113637405424603018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113637405424603018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113637405424603018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2006/01/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113550793406827237</id><published>2005-12-25T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:52:27.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahaha. wee. its christmas! i had such a fun time at my cousins house last night. it was my cousin's birthday and we celebrated it at her house. the cake was very nice and chocolatey! but it wasnt bought. my cousin made it. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and we had a sort of movie marathon. first we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SAW II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which was so disgusting. yuck. but it wasnt scary, just gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then we watched &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i know i'm slow. wahaha. it's so cute! ahh. and the song, "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am the champion&lt;/span&gt;" was so hilarious. definitely bimb. ((: after that, we watched &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but we watched halfway only. then i borrowed a couple of horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohh. and i watched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's so nice! i like the White Witch! her appearance is so demeaning. heheh. i think i watch ard a hundred movies alr. no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went out just now to my aunt's house cos she just had a newborn. the baby is so cute! then my uncle dropped us off at WS. i wanted to buy stationaries. ohh and i saw kekang! it's been so long. ha-- and I HAVE NO PHONE!! damn it. my bill was like $55 and my mother confiscated it. and the worst part is that i have to pay for it. AARGH! but nvm. i'm coming back! so happy. but damn. i'm so scared i cant do the music exam. die.. i never come for so long. i'm so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ohh and thanks JULIE. JOLYN, GARY and MAYVES for the georgeous chritmas cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;till then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113550793406827237?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113550793406827237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113550793406827237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113550793406827237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113550793406827237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113486675586839194</id><published>2005-12-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:45:55.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/47b5cf39b3127cce95010ab0c6f300000010102BZMmzhqxYs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/47b5cf39b3127cce95010ab0c6f300000010102BZMmzhqxYs.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ya. this is so random but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have an announcement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to order macarons with my mum??&lt;br /&gt;it's only $25 per bottle.&lt;br /&gt;you know the biggest bottle?? yup that one.&lt;br /&gt;it's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;it has chocolate chips and cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;it's crunchy but kinda melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;must order ahh.&lt;br /&gt;if anything just tag at my blog then i call or sms you lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113486675586839194?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113486675586839194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113486675586839194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113486675586839194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113486675586839194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113461047311520634</id><published>2005-12-14T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:35:25.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say HI!!! to gary!~ your future DM! haha. i'm sooo evil.. he was quite FAt lahh last time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/handwriting..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/handwriting..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this handwriting thing is sooo damn accurate! maybe about 95% only lahh. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;%20src="'&gt;http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt;%20src="&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;balv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect is something you get out of love, not out of fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113461047311520634?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113461047311520634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113461047311520634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113461047311520634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113461047311520634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/say-hi-to-gary-your-future-dm-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113409927168550113</id><published>2005-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:34:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizmeme.com/candy/results/chocolatekisses.gif" width="320" height="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113409927168550113?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113409927168550113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113409927168550113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113409927168550113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113409927168550113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/discover-what-candy-you-are-quiz-me.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113384870916161319</id><published>2005-12-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:58:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/pic_des_run_ep6_jay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/pic_des_run_ep6_jay.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia. The model who won in Project Runway 1 and the bitch who got a fashion spread in ELLE magazine. bOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/bg_bio_main.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/bg_bio_main.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Project Runway 2! whoots. starts on 7th december! yayayay! and Nina Garcia is SO thin! OMG. and the models are not really that beautiful. LoL. ohh. and there's a surprise! Daniel, the guy who was the first one eliminated in Project Runway 1, joined season 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/btn_bios_nav_daniel_f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/400/btn_bios_nav_daniel_f.0.jpg" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup! this is daniel. his design was the ugly one with the butcher paper thing. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots! julie got into my class! but no fair! how come my appeal wasnt successful? haha. not that i even want to get into TS. but still.. but look on the bright side, my SWING partner is in my class! whoots! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. did you guys watch Project Runway last night? IT WAS HILARIOUS!! but i prefer Kara Saun's design. actually i was rooting for her to win lahh but thennn. ohh and the overalll winner for the models is JULIA. bOO. jenny didn't win. neither did melissa. ohh. julia's pic is at the top of the post ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;zameer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113384870916161319?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113384870916161319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113384870916161319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113384870916161319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113384870916161319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/julia.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113366571596634925</id><published>2005-12-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:13:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=051203215130-968777"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=051203215130-968777"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if you really know me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113366571596634925?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113366571596634925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113366571596634925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113366571596634925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113366571596634925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-quiz-on-quizyourfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113366010263067010</id><published>2005-12-03T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:35:02.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is it else? a madness most discreet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you feel like you know them. do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you think they're your friends. are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you love all your friends. get lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;life has taken a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've just discovered that some friends are assholes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a lighter note, i bought my books! random. i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but they don't have my long pants. so i ordered and i have to like collect next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought of going for band but then decided not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the thought of going home alone freaks me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so when i saw adam and andy, we started talking from like 2-3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fun. McDonald's seaweeed shaker fries is HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and someone's skirt looks like as if she's a hooker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113366010263067010?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113366010263067010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113366010263067010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113366010263067010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113366010263067010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/12/love-is-smoke-made-with-fume-of.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113309875195666139</id><published>2005-11-27T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T05:39:11.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgg. i just discovered that someone changed my freaking blogskin. shyt!!! i love that old skin. crayons. whoots. errm but im trying to rmb who knows my password. ohh ya. and there's this psycho bitch ranting about russell. like OMG. if i knew who was that psycho bitch, im so gonna go on Channel 5 news and announce to the whole world. but there's this person in my mind who i think is psycho bitch but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life just got stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the psycho's blog and wanted to comment and i practically fainted when i saw the comments. like what the hell. hold on. i'm gonna copy all the comments on that psycho's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113241072976127628"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3161487"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;omg... stalker sehh.&lt;br /&gt;6:32 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113241913728116605"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3952056"&gt;eaine&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;8:52 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113262017696008185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7886831"&gt;lil'ziE*&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;WOAHWOAHWOAH. ANOTHER one who like russell? you've gotta compete then girl...&lt;br /&gt;4:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113281863210967876"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15448243"&gt;toxicated&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;im not a girl. im a guy. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;11:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113292637716875519"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3628631"&gt;HELLO&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;HI ZAMEER. Major turn off. hahahahahahahah. HI PSYCHOOOO ! GO FIND IT ! u noe u noe... WINK WINK!&lt;br /&gt;5:46 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113301653748143625"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5760555"&gt;HIM&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Zameer? You mean this whoever toxicated is, its Zameer?Really?&lt;br /&gt;6:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113309562789838866"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479465"&gt;knockabout bitch&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;omggg. what the hell 'hello'.. ive a better life than to post about russell. wth.. and im soooooo NOT gay. eww.&lt;br /&gt;4:47 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c113309570047025914"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11479465"&gt;knockabout bitch&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;ermm. and knockabout bitch is zameer. whoots..&lt;br /&gt;4:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, I'M NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i don't have enough time to blog on my own blog and i'm supposed to create this fantasized story about RUSSELL??&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i'm calm.&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, i don't care what people say.&lt;br /&gt;sixthly, can you show me some evidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed off,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113309875195666139?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113309875195666139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113309875195666139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113309875195666139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113309875195666139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/11/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113184784496018610</id><published>2005-11-12T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:10:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/wendy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;episode 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Wendy's winning design modelled by Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"With exhaustion comes bitchiness, and with bitchiness comes anger, and [with] anger comes fists in the air and hair flying and all that good stuff...and I think 'yeah, bring it on'!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those who won are in pink and those who went out are in black..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 1: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;/Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 2: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kara&lt;/span&gt;/Mario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 3: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt;/Starr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 4: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;/Vanessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 5: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kara&lt;/span&gt;/Nora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 6: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;/Alexandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 7: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kara&lt;/span&gt;/Kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 8:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Kara&lt;/span&gt;/Robert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 9: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/span&gt;/Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 10: no challenge or elimination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Episode 11: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; won. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can you actually believe it? Kara won 4 challenges and she didn't win the contest. On the other hand, Jay didn't win any challenges and he WON! nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;toodles dahlinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113184784496018610?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113184784496018610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113184784496018610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113184784496018610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113184784496018610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/11/episode-3-wendys-winning-design.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113166627134069654</id><published>2005-11-10T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:44:31.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/1600/jay%20mccarroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2473/1401/320/jay%20mccarroll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/The_Designers/Jay/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/The_Designers/Jay/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg. can you actually believe that he won?? aargh! my austin and kara didn't win. BOO! and i think shida shouldn't know this.. haha. but jay's designs are quite nice lahh. but i was like rooting for kara and austin the whole time and this decision is well, devastating. he's abit weird though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohh. i went jalan raya with like lots of people on Wednesday. it was sooo fun! then we were like so behind schedule so we were rushing from one house to another. lol. we didn't want to continue another day but in the end we still had to plan for another jalan raya cos there's still 6 more houses to visit.((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think you've got what it takes to make the cut?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113166627134069654?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113166627134069654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113166627134069654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113166627134069654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113166627134069654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-113076165234000357</id><published>2005-10-31T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T04:27:32.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching the Oprah show and it brought me into tears. just like that. *snaps* the devastating effect of Hurricane Katrina hit me only when i watched the show. i only read about the hurricane in the papers but didn't see how the conditions were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing is believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was deep in thought, i realised something. the majority that was affected by the hurricane were &lt;strong&gt;african&lt;/strong&gt;-americans and the president of US is george bush. why isn't he doing all he can to help them? what if the hurricane was to hit the suburb where the whites live? wouldn't he do all he can to help them? after all, aren't they all americans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the state of the african-americans, all cramped up living in the freaking infested superdome-i was disGUSTED. have you seen the state of the superdome in the first place? there were faeces, pee, dead bodies lying around everywhere with flies and maggots infesting their body. is this the kind of conditions they should live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, is this the kind of condition YOU would want live in if you were one of those african-americans wanting help after their homes have been destroyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's sad that we can't do anything. after all, this are humans too. one of us-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftermath of the hurricane pretty much shocked me. isn't the pesident, the one that has the power to control anything, doing anything? i pretty much rest my case here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;my results have been pretty much----&lt;br /&gt;1 B3&lt;br /&gt;3 B4&lt;br /&gt;4 C5&lt;br /&gt;1 C6&lt;br /&gt;1 F9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing which subject i failed. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. i have this boook that i want to recomment.&lt;br /&gt;it's called&lt;strong&gt; 'The Au Pairs' by melissa de la cruz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the typical book that a bitch would read. haha ((: the story is mostly based in the Hamptons where the rich and famous vacation at. the cover of the book would receive much flak. it's a picture of 3 women scantily clad in bikinis overlooking the sea when the sun is setting. really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;the bitch signs off.&lt;br /&gt;zameer ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-113076165234000357?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/113076165234000357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=113076165234000357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113076165234000357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/113076165234000357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-watching-oprah-show-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112918848238355430</id><published>2005-10-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:28:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Higher Malay- B4&lt;br /&gt;English- B4&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics- F9&lt;br /&gt;Science- C6&lt;br /&gt;English Literature- B4&lt;br /&gt;History- B4&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp; Technology- A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling this are going to be my results.&lt;br /&gt;atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dieing.&lt;br /&gt;i might even do worse..&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;you know the science and maths paper was set by ms tracy lim.&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn hard lahh.&lt;br /&gt;crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather mr tan set the paper.&lt;br /&gt;and my lit cannot do well cos i for section C which i could have written 2 pages, i wrote only 6 lines before ms nurmin snatched it away from me. ripper.&lt;br /&gt;then my history, i didn't do the last question which means i just lost 15 marks??&lt;br /&gt;then, my science is a gonner cos i didn't do alott of questions. and well.. i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;my maths paper 1 totally sucked. i think i'm gonna get like 9/40? then paper 2, i think i'll get like 21/50?&lt;br /&gt;the only papers which i actually finished was higher malay, dnt and english. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i need to say smth.&lt;br /&gt;before i told everyone that i was going to quit band, and join dance, i made a pact to myself that if ever someone told me or tagged on my blog, not wanting me to join dance or saying that i can't dance when in reality, they themselves have to look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;so, one fine day, someone tagged on my blog, infesting it.&lt;br /&gt;it said that if i were to join, i would ruin the name of dance and in that i can't dance in the first place. if i can't dance, how come i won 2 dance competitions when i was in primary school. and in real fact, malays and indians are the ones who can dance the best because music is in their roots.&lt;br /&gt;and for those who want to know the other reason is because of my section. so in the mean time, i'm trying to rekindle the flame that just went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112918848238355430?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112918848238355430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112918848238355430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112918848238355430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112918848238355430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/10/higher-malay-b4-english-b4-mathematics.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112831316649330104</id><published>2005-10-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:19:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe fate was never meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now, most of you ought to know that i'm like quitting band.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting my medical cert soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like joining dance.&lt;br /&gt;surprise surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all the fun times i had with twe are over now.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to talk to mrs ho and ms raja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks zizie!&lt;br /&gt;i just read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;it touched my heart to know that people agree with what i said.&lt;br /&gt;i really had lotts of fun being in the perc section but i guess this is it now.&lt;br /&gt;sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like just yesterday that i was having fun&lt;br /&gt;bitching, gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh zizie.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know why i'm not like last time?&lt;br /&gt;so carefree and making lots of noise?&lt;br /&gt;my passion, simply said, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;and i was tired of getting scolded and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tribute&lt;br /&gt;1. balloon hat fest-me, clement, joel were holding that banner. it was a hell lot of fun. and i guess our friendship somehow bonded thru that process.&lt;br /&gt;2.my first concert-i was like 'MCing'. that was like so so fun. i missed those times.&lt;br /&gt;3.junior band fest-i rmb what mr glosz said. we were ranked like the best out of all the bands. awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;4.offstage-it was quite fun preparing for our(sec ones) first major concert with the seniors. fun! and it was fun playing latin celebration anyhow. and some of the alumni were like anyhow hitting the auxillary but it was so damn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;5.SYF 2005-i bonded a lott with my section in this time. although there were the usual tiffs and taffs, we managed to succumb through it. like me fighting with zizie and des, fighting with mamu. then was the time the whole perc section was fighting against marcus because of shima. but when i thot about the whole thing, marcus was like the best SL. like totally better than shima. i guess absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;6.istana performance for CNY-it was like so freaking hot. haha. and my parents watched me for the first time. it was fun lahh. we took pics with the pres. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;7.musical fountain performance 2005-i didn't go for the MF performance last year and i heard that the perc section cocked up like hell. haha. it was so freaking hot! went billabong shop with my fellow billabonkers and others but now, our group have split up. no more billabonkers. got some cock-ups lahh.but it was really fun lahh. but we didn't get to play john williams. my fav song.&lt;br /&gt;8.blogging fiasco-rmb alott of us got blasted on his blog? haha. that was the childish days. gone a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;9.breakfast table fiasco- rmb a lot of us when we were sec ones got shunned away from the BT? and we stupidly thought that that they willingly accepted us. talk about that? i was the one who discovered from mish that our presence was  not appreciated. vikki was the one who told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all dearies.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye till the end of the FYE.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;the credits for the previous post is to des.&lt;br /&gt;she was the one who thought of the post-expired cupcake thingey.&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112831316649330104?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112831316649330104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112831316649330104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112831316649330104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112831316649330104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-fate-was-never-meant-to-be-by.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112704752909086316</id><published>2005-09-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T05:45:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A post-expired cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;Colourful with lovely rainbow sprinkles and delightful pink hearts.&lt;br /&gt;But once you take a bite, you'd be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;yes you would.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's rotten.&lt;br /&gt;the inside is filled with filthy maggots.&lt;br /&gt;you would be vomiting and cursing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have this impression that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a happy family and one of the best cca's around.&lt;br /&gt;but little do they know about the inside cos we all try to conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer feel happy being in twe.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if twe is a family.&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe a post-expired family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if there is one, i don't feel part of it.&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have this urge, this drive to go for band as much as i used to have last time.&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i'd rather spend time studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, study.&lt;br /&gt;can you actually believe me?&lt;br /&gt;STUDY+ME=CMI(cannot make it at all)&lt;br /&gt;but yah.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda interesting to learn new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i missed tuesday's practice cos i wanted to study for my higher malay exam the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do YOU &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for band??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me i ask myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do YOU &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for band??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can list a thousand and one possible reasons. but i'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;i can list out all my good memories but somehow the bad memories just doesn't want to go away. it lingers in my mind, making my life a tad too miserable.&lt;br /&gt;1.EVERYONE's post-expired. fake people trying to show off their newly enhanced boods and dicks and what not.&lt;br /&gt;2.let's face it/ mr glosz has never liked nor will he ever like me.&lt;br /&gt;3.i feel like i'm being used for my services. though not much but still. so, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;4.of late, the band has a lot of shitess going intheir heads that makes it difficult for them to walk through the door withour banging their fugly shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't rant any longer about my one thousand and one reasons. cos it's too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but; through this cca,&lt;br /&gt;i met lovely friends that i could not have met just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think i would have met jicheng?&lt;br /&gt;do you think i would have met julie?&lt;br /&gt;do you think i could have met you wonderful peeps out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh gossh.&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do??&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really confused.&lt;br /&gt;having lots of problems with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;even in a clique, there's bound to have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to quit, what would happen to all my friends??&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling that people would be like,&lt;br /&gt;"shouldn't talk to zameer cos he quit"&lt;br /&gt;i know people will say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when you snap your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;my circle of wonderful friends would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;even if you are my bestest friend in band,&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;we would not be even talking/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my daily morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;walking up the stairs to the second floor locker;&lt;br /&gt;where i would find san, mamu, des, zie, dewi, lisha.&lt;br /&gt;sitting around, bitching, doing hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.. //&lt;br /&gt;if i were to quit, you wouldn't expect me to still meet them rite??&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;but AWKWARDNESS..&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;like chee yang.&lt;br /&gt;he used to come everyday&lt;br /&gt; but ha had nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;he felt so left out and then..&lt;br /&gt;he just stopped coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. chee yang.&lt;br /&gt;i really missed the times when we were so close.&lt;br /&gt;but now..&lt;br /&gt;we seem to be distancing from each other.&lt;br /&gt;i know we can't really be the same anymore now.&lt;br /&gt;but only if one day we could go starbucks and chat over a cup of strawberry frappe.&lt;br /&gt;or we could go study in a group kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;miss ya. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;leave a tag ya.&lt;br /&gt;comment about anything.&lt;br /&gt;scold me.&lt;br /&gt;hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;insult me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm used to this sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112704752909086316?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112704752909086316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112704752909086316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112704752909086316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112704752909086316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/09/post-expired-cupcake.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112615953132314353</id><published>2005-09-07T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:05:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life &amp; Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Consider the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;Feel a reverence for life and all that enhances life. There is nothing of which we are so fond, and yet sometimes so careless with, as life.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our lives with happiness and light, to be true to ourselves, and to hold fast to that which is good.&lt;br /&gt;If we live according to the guidance of reason, we shall desire for others the good which we seek for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Let us respect and care for each other, living our lives to the fullest without intruding on the liberty and well-being of others. And when the end comes we will leave crying aloud in a glorious song that we have lived well.&lt;br /&gt;Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a varied, dramatic life. How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy?&lt;br /&gt;Life is Opportunity, and there is no greater wealth than life. Each day is filled with beauty, offering us a chance to discover the mysteries of life, and to share happiness and warmth with those who we love.&lt;br /&gt;That sunny and frank intelligence ... that unique and perfect balance of body and soul, Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion; bread to the soul, rain where the summers parch.&lt;br /&gt;Youth is happy because it has capacity to see Beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see Beauty never grows old.&lt;br /&gt;One who has the ability to see Beauty never grows old.&lt;br /&gt;We seek to live life to it’s fullest, all the while maintaining balance and stability.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not an exact science, it is an art.&lt;br /&gt;Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.&lt;br /&gt;When we never live but hope to live, and are always hoping to be happy, it is inevitable that we will never be so.&lt;br /&gt;People seek happiness and joy, but will often settle for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Very little is needed to make a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;There is no wealth but Life.&lt;br /&gt;He who knows how to be poor knows everything.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;To live is to think.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas have to be wedded to action.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge if it does not determine action is dead to us.&lt;br /&gt;Life involves passions, faiths, doubts, and courage. You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face and do the thing which you think you cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;I use the word Humanist to mean someone who believes that man is just as much a natural phenomenon as an animal or a plant; that his body, mind, or soul were not supernaturally created but are products of evolution, and that he is not under the control or guidance of any supernatural being, but has to rely on himself and his powers.&lt;br /&gt;Compromise does not mean cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;That the earth belongs in usufruct to the living: that the dead have neither powers or rights over it.&lt;br /&gt;Tradition does not mean that the living are dead; it means the dead are living.&lt;br /&gt;No man creates from reason but from necessity.&lt;br /&gt;The true creator is necessity, which is the mother of our invention.&lt;br /&gt;Those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively. Likewise those who practice the same vice.&lt;br /&gt;It is right and necessary that all men should have work to do: work that is worth doing, work that of itself is pleasant to do, work done under conditions as would make it neither over-wearisome nor over anxious.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain makes a mockery of what human life should be.&lt;br /&gt;The struggle of life against mechanism.&lt;br /&gt;Man drags man down, or man lifts man up.&lt;br /&gt;We all have strength enough to endure the misfortune of others.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you can find some sort of loyalty, you cannot find unity and peace in your active living.&lt;br /&gt;There can be no compassion without celebration. Compassion operates at the same level as celebration because what is of most moment in compassion is not feelings of pity but feelings of togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of compassion is bases on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.&lt;br /&gt;Humanity unites us.&lt;br /&gt;A citizen of the world.&lt;br /&gt;A great soul is one who does not lose his child's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself&lt;br /&gt;A child's mind is, indeed, throughout the best clue to understanding of savage magic. A young and vital child knows no limit to their own will, and it is the only reality to them. It is not that they want at the onset to fight other wills, but that they simply do not exist for them. Like the artist, they go forth to the creation, gloriously alone.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have faith and do good works are the rightful owners of the Garden and will dwell in it.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is the furnace of transformation.&lt;br /&gt;That life is worth living is the most necessary of assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our lives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things which are sweetness and light.&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search for truth and perfection, is a poverty-stricken day, and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.&lt;br /&gt;Voluntary isolation from others can safeguard against the unhappiness of human relations.&lt;br /&gt;One can acquire everything in solitude - except character.&lt;br /&gt;Talents are best nurtured in solitude. Character is best formed in the stormy billows of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Chaos often breeds life when order breeds habit.&lt;br /&gt;Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a mighty bloodless substitute for life.&lt;br /&gt;He that studies books alone will know how things ought be; and he who studies men will know how things are.&lt;br /&gt;We are always getting ready to live but never living.&lt;br /&gt;A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. - Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;Live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;The art of life is the avoidance of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain. - Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;Never resist temptation; prove all things and hold fast to that which is good.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be too moral. You cheat yourself out of much life by doing so. Be not simply good, be good for something.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a cup to be filled not drained. - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Each small task of everyday is part of the total harmony of the universe. - St. Theresa of Lisieux&lt;br /&gt;May you live all the days of your life. - Jonathon Swift&lt;br /&gt;A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. - Lao Tzu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ps; anyone up for bowling tmr??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112615953132314353?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112615953132314353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112615953132314353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112615953132314353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112615953132314353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-anyone-up-for-bowling-tmr_07.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112588694367822624</id><published>2005-09-05T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:29:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to change my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the skin they have sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tried finding hugo boss skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i tried adding gwen stefani's rich girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i can't hear it on my com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then, i highlighted my links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see? this is my boring life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh ya. wanna tell you all a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, my parents went to my grandparents house to clean up the place lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos they coming back from India today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so they were cleaning the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then, my father opened the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know what was inside??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maggots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crawling all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mother was screaming and ran out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my aunty who was there also screamed but stayed in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know why there was maggots??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos my grandmother switched off the electricity current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, my father threw out every single thing in the fridge including the tupperwares and even plain water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so now, the fridge looks spotless for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;((: hahaha. are you freaked out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, today everyone is gonna have a blast at the bbq except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not going cos my grandparents coming back from India today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i had to reject 2 offers of going out before the bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one was for bowling ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another was for watching sharkgirl and lava boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh ya. i went johor on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bought some pirated movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 of them are vcd's since they don't have the dvd version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the wedding crashers and the longest yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the longest yard is like damn hilarious lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wanted to buy herbie but decided against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another is hilary duff's new flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the perfect man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one is dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you wanna borrow, just tag ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112588694367822624?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112588694367822624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112588694367822624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112588694367822624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112588694367822624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanted-to-change-my-skinbut-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112572187192905959</id><published>2005-09-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:31:11.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bowling totally rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahaha. but sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't really bowl. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school yesterday, went pizza hut at bedok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intending to wait for jicheng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the end she said she didn't wanna follow us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, me, kekang, elaine, gary, sophia went bowling at Pasir ris bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw like farah, benny, hid, jiaxin, ruiqi, shaun there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they came while we were playing halfway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first, supposed to play like 2 games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, got addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, played another game. wee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st game: 38 (lowest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd game:58 (2nd lowest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd game: 38 (lowest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totally rock at bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone up for bowling on thursday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sms me at 92961756.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna thank all those who bought for me presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna put up pics of the presents and thank all those who bought me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i don't have the pics yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so next post ya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh. i read to you hidayah's msg to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st sept'91.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E day strike &amp; terror began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bcos zameer was born :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14 yrs later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;became evil macs xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still e same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jus bitchier ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so his fellow gd mac wud like to wish him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D yay exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;) May e yrs to come get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay bitchy ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos zameer rocks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoyyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cute msg rite? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love all of ya lots! *muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112572187192905959?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112572187192905959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112572187192905959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112572187192905959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112572187192905959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/09/know-something-bowling-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112477416587879941</id><published>2005-08-23T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:17:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hey darlings. have you like seen the comments at the previous post?? alott rite? sorry lahh to russell. i didn't mean to draw on your book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do you like my new skin? it shows you that i LOOVEEEEE billabong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;billabong is the hottest brand i know. it's kinda affordable ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i love ya joyce! haha. X) don't jump to conclusions ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;joyce bought for me a billabong wallet. so nice right? it's kinda hot too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's black and red and white with a billabong sim card in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh ya. thanks ahh michele for helping with this HOT skin and shu han for helping me put a tag board. thanks!!&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;"&gt;i feel that life is making my head spin like a roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my problems are more of the bitchy gossipy kind where few knows the actual story and others start jumping to conclusions. its kind of irritating lahh but i must remind myself that i used to be like that. i promised myself not to tell anyone any secrets other friends have entrusted me to. so far, well done lahh. but my brain is going to explode one day with all these secrets. right now i have 20 in my mind swirling around llike in a candy floss machine.&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;"&gt;i think JBF 2005 rocks man! well me and hid rocks. haha. i find my evil laugh oh-so-enchanting! real hot. and the sec ones are planning some kind of BIG surprise for the seniors who helped them for JBF 2005 today during band. sparkles night make a speech. so put your ear plugs on dearie. *im so mean* i didn't get a flower for JBF 2005 but my lucky juniors got froses from their lovable senior, ME!! but they deserve it lahh. all the hard work put into this concert has to result in smth rite? the sec ones have certainly improved lahh. but too noisy. and there's TOOOOO many, way too many scandals for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and zai you sure made the right choice. by breaking all relations with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112477416587879941?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112477416587879941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112477416587879941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112477416587879941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112477416587879941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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-15213525.post-112416819840137289</id><published>2005-08-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:16:55.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory is hot.&lt;br /&gt;All the chocolate in the river is making my mouth drool.&lt;br /&gt;and the oompas loompas are damn cute! everytime when some kid vanishes and their parent frets over them, the OOMPAS LOOMPAS will go about dancing and singing. CUTE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so in love with willy wonka's haircut. it's so cute! see the stiffness of the hair? he looks like a cartoon character. like some psycho gone wrong everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the granny!! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;i mean the way she talks. like so desiree. like bimb like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should like watch the movie for those who haven't watch or you'll be the stupidest bitch on earth, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i in love or is it an illusion? very few know it and i INTEND to make it stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;even if i were to say, i don't think you'll understand. i don't think she will either. :) but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine with it. life's like that. -dazzle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop saying .dots. my new word will be -dazzle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like dazzle here and there. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure i'll be that close to you that much because of him. i shouldn't have really bonded with you that much but i treasure our friendship alott. I was kinda of delighted with your decision but you went back together. haiz. but ask yourself this question.&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?#adapted from michelle branch#&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where is michelle branch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having quite alott of problems with my life. but now some of my friendships just got even better. love ya all lotts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel's burfday is tmr. wish him HAPPY BIRTHDAY in advance. and don't worry, your prezzie is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112416819840137289?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112416819840137289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112416819840137289' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112416819840137289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112416819840137289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/08/charlie-and-chocolate-factory-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15213525.post-112349106592582362</id><published>2005-08-08T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:17:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh. the joy of it all. so unoriginal. welcome back!i can't believe i'm coming back to a world infested with things that's basically eww. but i kind of enjoy it. it's refreshing to see someone blog about you once in awhile instead of you blogging about them. although abit of advice here.[not for the weak hearted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents just bought a new computer that's well.. DELICIOUS! it's kinda awesome with all the latest stuffs that i simply can't figure out. i wonder how they invented all this stuff. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh people! can you all add me on msn. my email is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:balvforever@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;balvforever@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*National Day*&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun but nerve-wrecking AND very hot! i was practically on fire. i was supposed to go to the ND concert put up by the teachers. but i decided to stay and help the CHOCOLATWE. now, i'm feeling totally sick cos i think i drank too much chocolate. like THICK chocolate. ewwness. but next year we should venture into other stuff. i think only the twe peeps bought from us. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gotta go now. see ya soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15213525-112349106592582362?l=rimegleen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/feeds/112349106592582362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15213525&amp;postID=112349106592582362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112349106592582362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15213525/posts/default/112349106592582362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimegleen.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>knockabout bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18269071653458357793</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>
