<?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-29207309</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:51:20.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVOLTED LOVE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-5636923086329113973</id><published>2007-01-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:08:57.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's another goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Weilun. You want is it ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Shirleen. Yes, I've t agree. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. HAHAHAHAH ! That's a funny one ! Not bad ;)&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Thnks lovely ! I received it (:&lt;br /&gt;Jonne. Sheesh, what small world ! Okayy nvm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTICE !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year. A new start.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, a new blog (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shifted t &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://rupturedbeaute.blogspot.com/"&gt;rupturedbeaute.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Remember t change th links !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-5636923086329113973?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5636923086329113973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=5636923086329113973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/5636923086329113973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/5636923086329113973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-its-another-goodbye.html' title='And it&apos;s another goodbye.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-6411939251268093203</id><published>2006-12-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:57:49.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a rose gold closet.</title><content type='html'>Jeanette. Yes yes ?&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Santa ?&lt;br /&gt;Jayne. Yeah I will. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Welcome ! I hope it wasn't too awful lol. I only sent out t you yanno ! Ahahah. Thnks. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Happy boxing day t you too ! Relinked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. I MISS BLOGGING (:&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated t words nd MORE WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, our manager, will be dearly missed !&lt;br /&gt;She quit th job alr. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So on her last day, we took pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;Most were in th toilet ! Ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I didn't get t work on th 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Why ? Because I was chased away.&lt;br /&gt;Won't go into details unless you ask me luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my time nd transport.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went out al th time t do shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December th festive season.&lt;br /&gt;So during this everywhere-sale what I've got in al ?&lt;br /&gt;A dollie purse (Shir too !) from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;Another dress (with Shir) from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;A tee (with Shir) from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;A girlboxer from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;2 tops from Pull&amp;Bear.&lt;br /&gt;2 black leggings with/without lace from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;A new black bag from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;A green basic spagett from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;A gold necklace from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;A maroon top from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;5 honey sticks from Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Th belt from Fareast ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember th rest.&lt;br /&gt;Bugis &amp;amp; town. Always th same places.&lt;br /&gt;Er I spent more on food I think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! I took prints with my girl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got chocs from Weilun. Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;I like th rose too ! Beamms.&lt;br /&gt;Jayne gave me a present too, yet t open.&lt;br /&gt;Marmi gave me bodyshop whitemusk stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Lindt chocs, nd that hfone angel I like.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle gave me moneyy ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RZEgymXfvhI/AAAAAAAAADk/bRX_iU0KGes/s1600-h/Image%281947%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RZEgymXfvhI/AAAAAAAAADk/bRX_iU0KGes/s200/Image%281947%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012823913904717330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can get me that green dress from Topshop !&lt;br /&gt;It's green ! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrng, it's only 56bucks ?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it more ? :\&lt;br /&gt;I would like new pumps as well pretty pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;nd HAPPY BOXING DAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be my worst christmas ever.&lt;br /&gt;Right, Shir ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had t force myself not even t tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except receiving well wishes of course.&lt;br /&gt;I had delivered pizzas nd kfc with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Went t church as well with Jaslyn nd Chuwen.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown at downtown (loll) with her.&lt;br /&gt;Long island tea from Weilun (thnks).&lt;br /&gt;Went town with Shir walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with a new friend (Lester) too.&lt;br /&gt;Out after midnight at coffeeshop nd got caught.&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt so much for th 2 days ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave out small angel chocs. Hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;Feel bad not sending out cards though.&lt;br /&gt;Better do some for th new year loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In th Seventeen magazine, there's th &lt;i&gt;Guys Talk&lt;/i&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;So th question was :&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you could change about girls ?&lt;br /&gt;(It was smth t help us improve on)&lt;br /&gt;Nd this punk guy commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd like t change their legs !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most girls either have too many scars on their legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or simply have legs that are much too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just love girls with long, flawless legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTARDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;You think we girls can just anyhow change that ah ?&lt;br /&gt;At least comment on attitude, behaviour nd dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Like what th others did luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Not like we love having short legs also right.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate it when people invite,&lt;br /&gt;nd then last minute don't seem t want me there.&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't like girls who _____.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my work is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends think it's good though (wthh).&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents talk behind my back about me.&lt;br /&gt;Not having a proper job nd al.&lt;br /&gt;Then not bothering t wash th dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Like hello ? I heard whatever you al said luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not very good in dialects.&lt;br /&gt;But I still figure out most of it.&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much more t rant. But its okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;A few more days nd it's th end of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for my next entry ! Th pictures I promised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-6411939251268093203?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6411939251268093203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=6411939251268093203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6411939251268093203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6411939251268093203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-got-rose-gold-closet.html' title='I got a rose gold closet.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RZEgymXfvhI/AAAAAAAAADk/bRX_iU0KGes/s72-c/Image%281947%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-2625997003460404377</id><published>2006-12-21T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:03:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She fell in love too sudden.</title><content type='html'>Beefy. Why aren't you ? HOHO. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Omgg HOT RED. Nice ! Mine's maroon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I promise an update soon alright.&lt;br /&gt;With tonns of pictures nd happenings :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can say that.&lt;br /&gt;Jayne&amp;amp;Melody's bbq chalet was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks lovelayes !&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Christmas is in 4 days time.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on BOTH th eve nd th day itself.&lt;br /&gt;4-8pm. Bth.&lt;br /&gt;Made friends there though (:&lt;br /&gt;Jaminah Shameemah Neera June. Jenny ? Loll.&lt;br /&gt;Quitting on th 31st Dec I hope.&lt;br /&gt;But in a month I'd only earned about 800bucks.&lt;br /&gt;(whereby hundred is alr spent on shopping).&lt;br /&gt;Wthh I can only collect th rest of th pay on th 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-2625997003460404377?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2625997003460404377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=2625997003460404377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2625997003460404377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2625997003460404377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-fell-in-love-too-sudden.html' title='She fell in love too sudden.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-4639123248995394546</id><published>2006-12-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:17:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want t be here now.</title><content type='html'>Angela. Oh yes ! That sounds great (: Maybe I should learn from you ! Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia.  Hahaha, you're like confusing me little girl. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Yes girlfriend. Wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Alrights we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have zero spiffs today. Boos.&lt;br /&gt;We seriously think this company is weird luhh.&lt;br /&gt;It better close down after I get my pay nd quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I won't have a good christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;What with th late work nd al.&lt;br /&gt;No big celebrations etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading &lt;i&gt;Full House&lt;/i&gt; by Janet Evanovich.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with th previous book by Meg Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;Anw Shir asked t publicize her blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's making a comeback people !&lt;br /&gt;So do visit hers too. Thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Marmi just brought home chocs.&lt;br /&gt;My love ! Dark chocolates yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgYj2XfvgI/AAAAAAAAADM/7RXMGdevWhM/s1600-h/Image%281902%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgYj2XfvgI/AAAAAAAAADM/7RXMGdevWhM/s200/Image%281902%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010281589618228738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe you didn't bother t tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Such a close friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I'm asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it. I'm not impt afterall.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I found some old photos.&lt;br /&gt;Effing cute yanno. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was my childhood lover.&lt;br /&gt;If I was not mistaken right.&lt;br /&gt;I was th only girl from class he invited t&lt;br /&gt;HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY !&lt;br /&gt;Nd I sat in their car, ON HIS MUM'S LAP !&lt;br /&gt;Omg fun dazzle moments with him.&lt;br /&gt;Games. Pizza. Balloon flied etc.&lt;br /&gt;Th other photo I never seen before. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgXZmXfvdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vzmxOhks34I/s1600-h/Image%281896%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgXZmXfvdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vzmxOhks34I/s200/Image%281896%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010280314012941778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgXZ2XfveI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aBIcUKwIonI/s1600-h/Image%281898%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgXZ2XfveI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aBIcUKwIonI/s200/Image%281898%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010280318307909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chatting t them now.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go polish my pretty nails ltr (:&lt;br /&gt;Helping my mum too.&lt;br /&gt;See I'm fucking nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-4639123248995394546?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4639123248995394546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=4639123248995394546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/4639123248995394546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/4639123248995394546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-want-t-be-here-now.html' title='I just want t be here now.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYgYj2XfvgI/AAAAAAAAADM/7RXMGdevWhM/s72-c/Image%281902%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-6788311213686953320</id><published>2006-12-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:42:32.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystals hanging on th walls.</title><content type='html'>Jeanette. OH YES ! LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I managed t get 5 bookings in total.&lt;br /&gt;But I gave 1 t Sally nd another was for next week.&lt;br /&gt;Got back my confiscated 20bucks spiff. Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not t quit earlier or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th rain never seem t stop for long.&lt;br /&gt;Want t get new pumps.&lt;br /&gt;Change my awful wardrobe. Rarrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloghopped.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of th ways to keep myself preoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th worse way t miss someone,&lt;br /&gt;is t be sitting right beside them;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; knowing that you can't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry because its over;&lt;br /&gt;Smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I will (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging now at my private blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 11.34pm-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HURT ME BYTCHHH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH FUCKED UP THINGS T SAY.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't think you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I need t vent my anger ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-6788311213686953320?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6788311213686953320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=6788311213686953320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6788311213686953320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6788311213686953320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/crystals-hanging-on-th-walls.html' title='Crystals hanging on th walls.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-720487626419236423</id><published>2006-12-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:53:48.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle jingle bells.</title><content type='html'>Lydia. Won't be horrible. Don't worry !&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Wednesday is ? Loll.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Yeah sorry, have yet t upload. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejected going to a relative's 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I feel super bad luhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She coloured her hair alr.&lt;br /&gt;I've done my eyebrows. Beamms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had papaya, taquito (wrng flavour) nd takopaochi just now.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;So I ate cup noodles. Yayy. Tomyam seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really enjoy shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough cash. Not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;Not many nice things anw.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find th belt we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get th discount luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir I don't like shopping with you &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;You owe me one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But christmas lightings were quite beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;We took many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Though not many have our faces.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKED UP.&lt;br /&gt;Pms. Moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;But. I'm always a nice girl alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-720487626419236423?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/720487626419236423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=720487626419236423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/720487626419236423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/720487626419236423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/jingle-jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle jingle bells.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-8234828463821075032</id><published>2006-12-16T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:03:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just so hard t talk right now.</title><content type='html'>Angela. Hahaha yes ! Stupid fringeys :\&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Yes love. Who is th one who's late huh. Loll.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha I see. No luhh, don't think it's weird for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 100th post (: sticking to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear t switch over t Lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with boy today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't want t be &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;Finally collect my alterations at &lt;u&gt;Levi's&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Got two tops from &lt;u&gt;Pull&amp;amp;Bear&lt;/u&gt; ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Can you like see my smile. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then a basic top from &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for th BK meal btw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I got threatened ! Oh my mama.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back t Tampines with girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes she's MY girl hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for th cheese tofu nd sausage ya !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow out with Shir t get th &lt;u&gt;MNG&lt;/u&gt; sales.&lt;br /&gt;Then Bugis t get belts.&lt;br /&gt;Nd also th &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt; girlboxer !&lt;br /&gt;LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;She's colouring her hair as well.&lt;br /&gt;I've t shape my eyebrows again. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fuck. I look so fat in clothes though.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But somehow I feel rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;Over something. I don't know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-8234828463821075032?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8234828463821075032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=8234828463821075032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8234828463821075032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8234828463821075032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-just-so-hard-t-talk-right-now.html' title='It&apos;s just so hard t talk right now.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-6345612921097417499</id><published>2006-12-15T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:05:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants of th girl next door.</title><content type='html'>Jonne. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Weilun. Sure sure. Why not haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. No I look horrible. Lol. WHAT ? SAME ? Oh my I'm really sad alr. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;i&gt;Meg Cabot's&lt;/i&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;I still have other authors I bought last time,&lt;br /&gt;that's left untouched. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw dage called in th early morning !&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I was still lala-ing then.&lt;br /&gt;Went out t meet friend in th afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;There was this stupid guy at Whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;With those irritating questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was seriously. Super ____.&lt;br /&gt;I hate th in-charge(s) there.&lt;br /&gt;Little pay for pathetic 4 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;Even have t fork out my own transport fares.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of another job please ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking bought th wrong taquito today ):&lt;br /&gt;Then binged like shiet.&lt;br /&gt;Fries. Swensen's mint ice cream. Chicken pie. Curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;Marmi's buying home supper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop me please. I want t diet alr.&lt;br /&gt;Fruits my love, my way out.&lt;br /&gt;In this way, I can save cash for shopping too.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about shopping, maybe I should go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Before work starts of course.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tmr ! Yummy fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either coughs in th morning, or night.&lt;br /&gt;): Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my fringe growing ? Please please ?&lt;br /&gt;Bright colour sucks now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-6345612921097417499?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6345612921097417499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=6345612921097417499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6345612921097417499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6345612921097417499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/rants-of-th-girl-next-door_15.html' title='Rants of th girl next door.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-1108973072806978498</id><published>2006-12-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:42:30.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When they start screaming at you.</title><content type='html'>Hello lydia ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late luhh. Missed th shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Weilun again ! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I bought my taquito. We had mcflurry.&lt;br /&gt;Got some Meiji chocs nd Hersheys for them.&lt;br /&gt;Then off t train down t Tanah Merah.&lt;br /&gt;Went t band chalet at &lt;u&gt;NSRCC&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After work, I cabbed t go there again.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my money fluttering away.&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures. I didn't get t see others ):&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for jolly shandy. Entertainment. Bbq. Cake.&lt;br /&gt;FHORN SECTION IS TH BEST !&lt;br /&gt;I love th organiser from &lt;u&gt;Prints&lt;/u&gt; that they got for me (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you girls. My heart's out to you al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3veRVkwI/AAAAAAAAACA/3mnT3AFmdFM/s1600-h/Image%281877%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3veRVkwI/AAAAAAAAACA/3mnT3AFmdFM/s200/Image%281877%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008415918076039938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missed th last shuttle bus back.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia nd I.&lt;br /&gt;We hitched a ride to th train station. Loll.&lt;br /&gt;YES. WE &lt;i&gt;HITCHED&lt;/i&gt; A RIDE.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget it. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF95uRVkzI/AAAAAAAAACo/i5QzF14oKGk/s1600-h/LOLL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF95uRVkzI/AAAAAAAAACo/i5QzF14oKGk/s200/LOLL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008422691239465778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not feeling well these two days anw.&lt;br /&gt;Coughed. Throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nausea&lt;/s&gt;. Feel like vomiting :\&lt;br /&gt;Nd my nail broke ! Th one with th hello kitty print.&lt;br /&gt;Haruka gave it t me when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;I have t grow it back. Cryyy. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3veRVkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/cjWHQkeDYEA/s1600-h/Image%281876%29.jpg"&gt;(Click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woked up by a moron at 7.40am.&lt;br /&gt;I was still lala-ing please.&lt;br /&gt;Went late for work again. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;They are like deducting an hour pay for me again !&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;Homed early. Wanted t go out t have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I went myself ): how boring luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ate duck rice ! Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Played that memory game again lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm improving alright. Show you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3vORVkvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qGI_oMb1xSI/s1600-h/Image%281878%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3vORVkvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qGI_oMb1xSI/s200/Image%281878%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008415913781072626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha. Okays just struck midnight.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY JONNE ! (:&lt;br /&gt;You'll get my handmade card soon yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Shall send it out tmr I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those taking their poly tests !&lt;br /&gt;Do well. Esp to Weilun, then we can go have fun. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-1108973072806978498?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1108973072806978498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=1108973072806978498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/1108973072806978498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/1108973072806978498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-they-start-screaming-at-you.html' title='When they start screaming at you.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RYF3veRVkwI/AAAAAAAAACA/3mnT3AFmdFM/s72-c/Image%281877%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-8337736604977667581</id><published>2006-12-12T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:25:35.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet muffins for grabs.</title><content type='html'>Angela. Well, it's kind of too bright I guess ? Lol. Anw thnks (: But you haven't seen my face with it. Awful !&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Tmr, you're going t get a shock ! Ahah. See you.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. I think so too. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Yes. Why are you laughing ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Facial in th afternoon with marmi.&lt;br /&gt;Then she brought me t eat japanese udon ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Had this strawberry drink too.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed t work after that.&lt;br /&gt;Only had 2 bookings for weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Shir t interchange haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Weilun, walked.&lt;br /&gt;Bought pratas ! It's been a long time yummys.&lt;br /&gt;I lost on th silly memory game ): dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke super early ! But I got stuck on th comp.&lt;br /&gt;Cup noodles. Nd then I wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;So I reported late for work again.&lt;br /&gt;What's more, I wasted time getting locked outside.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't know th code t get in :\ Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Karen &amp; Shir wasn't working today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there's only Sally nd me !&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice nd chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied her t th train station.&lt;br /&gt;Left t th OCBC building again.&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner with marmi. Beef hor fun :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know puffy. My new bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I love HOTT girls.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;i&gt;Little prince&lt;/i&gt;. You know that storybook ? Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with &lt;i&gt;Stargirl&lt;/i&gt;. It's similar yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;honey&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥ &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;ya sugar ?&lt;br /&gt;(Okay th conversation was super funny !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll wait until December ends.&lt;br /&gt;Then only really. I consider t give it up.&lt;br /&gt;This is th last time-.&lt;br /&gt;(Private blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-8337736604977667581?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8337736604977667581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=8337736604977667581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8337736604977667581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8337736604977667581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweet-muffins-for-grabs.html' title='Sweet muffins for grabs.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-744953060586394405</id><published>2006-12-10T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:38:08.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he walked away she knew.</title><content type='html'>Weilun. Yeah ! You're too old right hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. MISS YOU TOO ! When can we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's work was rather slack.&lt;br /&gt;So I like it (: Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Then they were quite mean t 'jenny' luhh.&lt;br /&gt;But worth th laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in th morning with Jaslyn !&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;s&gt;tanned&lt;/s&gt; black hahahah. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back t Whitesands, had &lt;i&gt;soonkuehs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoWpyCEI/AAAAAAAAABk/33LBuhZLciA/s1600-h/HAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoWpyCEI/AAAAAAAAABk/33LBuhZLciA/s200/HAHA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006835797562886210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoGpyCCI/AAAAAAAAABU/bIudPpB896s/s1600-h/Image%281873%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoGpyCCI/AAAAAAAAABU/bIudPpB896s/s200/Image%281873%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006835793267918882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoWpyCDI/AAAAAAAAABc/1fapZ_4-ESs/s1600-h/Image%281872%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoWpyCDI/AAAAAAAAABc/1fapZ_4-ESs/s200/Image%281872%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006835797562886194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Train down. Takopaochi-d with Karen.&lt;br /&gt;Bugis t alter our jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Three of us ice cream-d after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bought another dress !&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd burst it though.&lt;br /&gt;Went Wisma. Didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ran t Fareast with Shir t get snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Munched on my taquito (:&lt;br /&gt;She had that burger thing again lol.&lt;br /&gt;Home time.&lt;br /&gt;Fried noodles, sausage rice, kangkong nd duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke late this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get t go for church :\&lt;br /&gt;Ate 2 hotdog buns nd cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. I feel super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think eating is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get back t dieting.&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating fruits too ):&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry. Grapes. Watermelon. Papaya. Honeydew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-/ Edit.&lt;br /&gt;WTHH. I didn't perm my hair luhh.&lt;br /&gt;It's just coloured. Yeah, brightly dyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from Sakae !&lt;br /&gt;Very filling please. Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;Then went t &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;Effing disappointed, i think it's th last day.&lt;br /&gt;Omgg luhh ? I only got a sticker pad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-744953060586394405?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/744953060586394405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=744953060586394405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/744953060586394405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/744953060586394405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-he-walked-away-she-knew.html' title='When he walked away she knew.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXvaoWpyCEI/AAAAAAAAABk/33LBuhZLciA/s72-c/HAHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-3762691983565017792</id><published>2006-12-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:23:00.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little trinklets on tiny shoes.</title><content type='html'>Weilun. Fine fine. Hahahaha. Don't fool me again !&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Yes girlfriend, when huh ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now say hi to dollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, I was out after work.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying marmi t find places.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dimsums for dinner ! Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;But when I got home, I couldn't get t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So I ate pork chops with rice at 3am. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I went giddy nd almost fell out of my window luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Like omgg ? Really.&lt;br /&gt;Then th next thing I knew, I was plopped into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early yesterday morning t sms Jaslyn.&lt;br /&gt;Th pokey was still in beauty sleep !&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tiann luhh. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;So in th end, we met up at downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Some inside jokes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then bought our korean food (: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Work was so shiet please.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with NFF, then home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Throat hurts ):&lt;br /&gt;But new flavour t try out. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ltr going t meet Jaslyn again lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then out t Bugis t alter jeans with Karen.&lt;br /&gt;Town after work with Shir nd Karen for topshop !&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tight schedule tmr ehs ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be th end of th 2nd week of work.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song's up on th left !&lt;br /&gt;Just click play (: Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-3762691983565017792?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3762691983565017792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=3762691983565017792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/3762691983565017792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/3762691983565017792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-trinklets-on-tiny-shoes.html' title='Little trinklets on tiny shoes.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-3163642745434799570</id><published>2006-12-07T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:00:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play th funky music.</title><content type='html'>Back to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Flow! @ mos was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;Th gigs nd al those weirdly-dressed people haha.&lt;br /&gt;But there's Saw Loser ! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Dancefloor only started at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Smoove was crowded :\&lt;br /&gt;Saw some faces, I don't think they're pretty, really.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, still considered hott.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around outside, took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Then we also joined Melody's friend with others (loll).&lt;br /&gt;To a pub at Clark quay.&lt;br /&gt;Nd I was so surprised, that I actually trained down ?&lt;br /&gt;When I could have just walked from my working place.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Drank. Chat. Stone. That's al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for work again yesterday ):&lt;br /&gt;I can't be late for today or else-.&lt;br /&gt;Got my stupid pay luhh. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;So anw. Went for satayys &amp;amp; drink at night !&lt;br /&gt;NFF eh ? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We had free entertainment by some people.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that S'pore have satellites (dumb) too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm still learning &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cough coughs. Not bad alr luhh ? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for th treats !&lt;br /&gt;Lucky there was still a bus home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By th time I reached home for th past two days,&lt;br /&gt;everyone was alr asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Why ? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;She only know how t &lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; t me in th early morning.&lt;br /&gt;Rarrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne's off t Bali ! Come backk soon.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going off t eat then shall leave for work ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-3163642745434799570?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3163642745434799570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=3163642745434799570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/3163642745434799570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/3163642745434799570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/play-th-funky-music.html' title='Play th funky music.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-6166445114449128787</id><published>2006-12-05T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:30:39.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not here we go.</title><content type='html'>Beefy. Really ? Haha we should eat out someday (: Finding job ?&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Yesss ! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still helping my marmi's slideshow,&lt;br /&gt;got t pass t her ltr at th OCBC office building. Rarh.&lt;br /&gt;Alright get straight t th point.&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared alr.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;MY HAIR. MY HAIR ! She cries out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Dark blonde mohagany light copper reflect.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS BRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;New fringe.&lt;br /&gt;TOO SHORTTT. AWFUL CONTRAST !&lt;br /&gt;Omgg omg oh me oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I've got t get used t it.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some fake doll hair.&lt;br /&gt;Need t grow it longerrr by th 20th Dec pls.&lt;br /&gt;Going off t work now. Bth.&lt;br /&gt;(John : Nutella what happened t your hair ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't look like nutella anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;Catch me soon. Flow ! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guanwei says:&lt;br /&gt;haven seen u for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;YES ! hahahahahs&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm luh ?&lt;br /&gt;- guanwei says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm? how can?!&lt;br /&gt;- guanwei says:&lt;br /&gt;miss u alot ah. ):&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas really ah&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;tats hot to hear.&lt;br /&gt;- guanwei says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA WAD THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;(Caught up (: after so long being mia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;honey&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;ya sugar ?&lt;br /&gt;(Too sweet. Too sweet. Loll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;wtff&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;its okay&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;you still got dollie&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I love my dollie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding.behind.my.hair.with.eyes.closed.Just.a.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok... fine... i agree... that ur previous 1 was nicer&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OH MY OH MY SH!ET&lt;br /&gt;(I knew it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame shame all the blame says:&lt;br /&gt;hey natalie&lt;br /&gt;shame shame all the blame says:&lt;br /&gt;u okay?&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . ♥  &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;shame shame all the blame says:&lt;br /&gt;ur nick,silly&lt;br /&gt;(Aww LITTLE brother ! Haha. (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delusional of Sorrow - i love my pretty girl~ says:&lt;br /&gt;why arent u aslp&lt;br /&gt;Delusional of Sorrow - i love my pretty girl~ says:&lt;br /&gt;nite nat&lt;br /&gt;(GOODNIGHT.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-6166445114449128787?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6166445114449128787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=6166445114449128787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6166445114449128787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/6166445114449128787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/ready-or-not-here-we-go.html' title='Ready or not here we go.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-984932425559248131</id><published>2006-12-03T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:20:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain th clowns instead.</title><content type='html'>Agnes. Haha u mean that conversation ? Someone's house ? Lol. You've got a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Hellos ! Yeap okay then. You planning t go ? Keep me updated pls (:&lt;br /&gt;Shir. You could be (: Ahaha. Alright I'm seeing you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Hey girl. So what's your job like ! Haha. Mine's quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I can never be pretty enough.&lt;br /&gt;Neither will my brains do me any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let th pictures do most of th talking.&lt;br /&gt;So it was Ikea with Jaslyn on Friday afternoon (:&lt;br /&gt;I made her carry th yellow bag !&lt;br /&gt;Many many funky decos.&lt;br /&gt;She loves th BLUE kiddy closet most. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Nd we popped by &lt;u&gt;Coffeebean&lt;/u&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2jwk-zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eXFnXhUrawo/s1600-h/IKEAA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2jwk-zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eXFnXhUrawo/s200/IKEAA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003994903553047346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then off t work as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Received a 5bucks spiff. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;1 booking for next next Saturday only. 1 fax.&lt;br /&gt;A fucking &lt;s&gt;bastard&lt;/s&gt; guy shouted at me over th fone ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my fault really. Boohoos.&lt;br /&gt;It was so horrible. Wasn't it, Shir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of went down t Bugis after.&lt;br /&gt;Collected my jeans like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Bought th leggings at this other shop.&lt;br /&gt;Th ahma I bargained with was so nyce t me (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Shir nd I got Topshop purses too.&lt;br /&gt;It's effing dope (?) ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;So Karen's t manager, we're th dollies !&lt;br /&gt;Along with our signature purses,&lt;br /&gt;AND soon-to-be-hairstyles. Lol.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2Twk-xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnjhOkYdaZU/s1600-h/Image%281847%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2Twk-xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnjhOkYdaZU/s200/Image%281847%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003994899258080018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHIXzwk-1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iE5GuKoUnsQ/s1600-h/dollies+purses+%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHIXzwk-1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iE5GuKoUnsQ/s200/dollies+purses+%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004000972341836626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHIXzwk-2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eF2S4dJVpDg/s1600-h/BAGGS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHIXzwk-2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/eF2S4dJVpDg/s200/BAGGS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004000972341836642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with Shir at Tamp.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jeanette ! :DD Excitingly happy t see her.&lt;br /&gt;I think her hair colour's not bad yanno. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch at Century Sq.&lt;br /&gt;We had our Korean cuisines again. Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2Twk-yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D-0Qc-pOzEE/s1600-h/Image%281849%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2Twk-yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D-0Qc-pOzEE/s200/Image%281849%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003994899258080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Train down t meet Karen, it was rushy.&lt;br /&gt;Very very late ):&lt;br /&gt;1 booking for next day, 1 booking for next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;1 booking for next next Saturday &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they'd turn up pls.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so sleepy luhh.&lt;br /&gt;John (in-charge) now calls me nutella.&lt;br /&gt;Amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Karen has yet t show me TH PERM.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So I kind of figured that.&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't show me th picture or something,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep thinking that it's like :&lt;br /&gt;PHUA CHU KANG'S. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with Luke for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting online with friends.&lt;br /&gt;As well as Shir &amp; Mr handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss u erika&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss u faizal&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;tats hot to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow wow loll.)&lt;br /&gt;-//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;then ltr go colour my hairrr&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;oh colour pencils or crayon&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;colour pencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha funny. Yes, dye my hair ltr.)&lt;br /&gt;-//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MISS YOU ABANG&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; lips of an angel                . &amp;hearts &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;PLS TALK T ME AGAIN SOON !&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;U SOUND LIKE MALAY SIA&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;SO POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mann, am I glad.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-984932425559248131?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/984932425559248131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=984932425559248131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/984932425559248131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/984932425559248131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/entertain-th-clowns-instead.html' title='Entertain th clowns instead.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwcITjZniP0/RXHC2jwk-zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eXFnXhUrawo/s72-c/IKEAA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207309.post-5338993152141264672</id><published>2006-11-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:52:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my candy girl.</title><content type='html'>Weilun. Yeah beef !&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Wow, not bad ah ! Easy to contact you. Ahahah. Hurry so who's planning th get together ?&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Haha yeap, thnks. Have you gone back t band yet ?&lt;br /&gt;Melle. Lol. Okay thnks.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Yeap I hope so, it's near th Tanah Merah one. I don't know whats th name ? Lol. Th section going is it. When are they free huh ? I'm waiting haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's this Japanese girl called Akemi ?&lt;br /&gt;I think she's HOTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I've got news.&lt;br /&gt;SHIR IS BACKK FROM HK ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Can you like see my smile. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Nd she bought me an oriental belt.&lt;br /&gt;This time its green with butterflies ! Lalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/152420/Image%281825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/819172/Image%281825%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/101462/Image%281823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/797547/Image%281823%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/620639/Image%281821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/586918/Image%281821%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was her first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;It was Karen's nd my 4th day only.&lt;br /&gt;I've collected a 10bucks spiff, that's good !&lt;br /&gt;But only did 1 booking nd 3 fax today.&lt;br /&gt;You know people, being a telemarketer is not easy ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had th kimchi cup noodles again. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I got t ate it al. Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry. There was a spelling mistake previously.&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay spotted. HINDER.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for those who told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got mixed up with th dates.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130am-3pm : Ikea with Jaslyn !&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm : Work&lt;br /&gt;After 8pm : Bugis with Karen &amp; Shir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm : Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going t Th Scene again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday Schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-confirming : Out with Jayne &amp;amp; Jaslyn !&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm : Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday Schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm : Work (Pay day !)&lt;br /&gt;After 8pm : Out with Jayne !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday Schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm-8pm : Work&lt;br /&gt;After 8pm : Satays nd drink !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤`fai/zÂL `          If we could live without a care » says:&lt;br /&gt;nat u melt so many guys there&lt;br /&gt;*                    ; lips of an angel                . ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;*                    ; lips of an angel                . ♥ &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;because i gave them ice cubes under th hot sun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-5338993152141264672?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5338993152141264672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=5338993152141264672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/5338993152141264672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/5338993152141264672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-my-candy-girl.html' title='You&apos;re my candy girl.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-8910648862965729556</id><published>2006-11-29T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:13:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Th word a heart shant speak of.</title><content type='html'>Angela. Yes girl ! But it's not interesting. Have you ? (:&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. YES ! Super. Should sms yanno haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;              Hoistapolosis. I sleep okay ! Really hahas. Sorry I don't really want tagboards again x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke late. Few bites of dougnut.&lt;br /&gt;Just th 3rd day. Not really good.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 &lt;i&gt;freaky&lt;/i&gt; client.&lt;br /&gt;Then my colleague pranked me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Bought th kimchi cup noodles for break.&lt;br /&gt;Karen introduced ! Yummy nice.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even finish half of it.&lt;br /&gt;Threw it away. Rarh ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then trained back nd bought bubble tea !&lt;br /&gt;First drink of th day. Woahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait t colour my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hurryyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait t get t partying.&lt;br /&gt;Hurryyyyy. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m waiting for Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;After work I have something t look forward t.&lt;br /&gt;My 2-chicken-2-mutton-2-dunno-what-satays.&lt;br /&gt;As well as th drink !&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I shall only pick out 1 drink (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Was watching th ‘Voices’ mv on Mtv.&lt;br /&gt;Saosin’s vocalist has a good voice I realised.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avu9oeqeD2k"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this band HINDER ! Nice song.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time recalling th name.&lt;br /&gt;'Lips of an Angel'. Loveeee it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think yeap ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gtnf9EqijT0"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click here!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anw.&lt;br /&gt;I heard another song that somehow appeals me (:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe th video seems interesting too.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9Yqp5E14B4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click here!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Molly - Incubus.&lt;/p&gt; Update-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of band ):&lt;br /&gt;Th drills nd song pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I really miss it. Esp th section.&lt;br /&gt;I miss th seniors nd juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Those fun times we bonded together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I abhorred going for practices.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it wasn't my choice cca.&lt;br /&gt;Oh nd I never fitted in anw.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Others influenced me not t attend too.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 &amp; 2, I ponned nd went out instead.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 onwards however,&lt;br /&gt;didn't expect myself t change.&lt;br /&gt;I grew a liking towards th band music.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, why should I care about what others think ?&lt;br /&gt;Or even about who I should hang out with ?&lt;br /&gt;But of course, th people were al nice.&lt;br /&gt;Arts Alive! &amp;amp; band camp nd VCH.&lt;br /&gt;Balloon hats was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then Panther Fire came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I started humming th tune to it.&lt;br /&gt;Th greatest performance with sir.&lt;br /&gt;He was a big impact.&lt;br /&gt;Though a man of few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors we've left.&lt;br /&gt;Despite many changes now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure SACCB will always make us proud.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back nd visit (:&lt;br /&gt;But I need t find time as well.&lt;br /&gt;Nd I want to find others t go with.&lt;br /&gt;Would love t hear th juniors,&lt;br /&gt;play a few lovely pieces for us. Yes ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-8910648862965729556?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8910648862965729556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=8910648862965729556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8910648862965729556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8910648862965729556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/th-word-heart-shant-speak-of_29.html' title='Th word a heart shant speak of.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-2053574512591445054</id><published>2006-11-28T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:02:42.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for christmas was.</title><content type='html'>Cindy. Yes girlfriend, haha ! Linked alr :D&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Hey hottie. I've prepared t email long time ago alr just that I've got this stucked job now it seems impossible t change. Lol. Thnks btw.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. Yeap ! With al th pretty lightings in town (:&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. That's th way ! Ahahah. Lovely name for th blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness it's only th 2nd dayy.&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt; hours per dayy.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine ? Nd I'm dreading alr.&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite good for us luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Considering I'm still quite new nd slow,&lt;br /&gt;I've got 3 bookings nd 1 fax ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Shirrrrr, when you come back from HK.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hurry come join me &amp; Karen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we found out public holidays still have t work.&lt;br /&gt;Even CHRISTMAS ! That's nuts luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met marmi nd Cassan in town at OG.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;u&gt;Cartel's&lt;/u&gt; super yummy haha.&lt;br /&gt;I only had kinder buenos nd sweets th entire day.&lt;br /&gt;My life is becoming so mundane.&lt;br /&gt;No interesting fooddd.&lt;br /&gt;I so miss Jaslyn &amp;amp; Jayne too ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-2053574512591445054?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2053574512591445054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=2053574512591445054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2053574512591445054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2053574512591445054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-was.html' title='All I want for christmas was.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-2106994507745379534</id><published>2006-11-28T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:40:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant striking codes.</title><content type='html'>Melody. Hahaha no, I'm not jealous. I think she misses us. Lol !&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Ahahah, how did you find out.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. Yaaaa. We should get together yanno (:&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Yeap, enjoy reading ? Lol. Where's your new url ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my time going out with them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went t &lt;u&gt;Th Scene&lt;/u&gt; eager for colour.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get t do my hair in th end &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Price was so costly nd th person wasn't in.&lt;br /&gt;Had t go back again. Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;Bought this necklace at Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some plastic jewellery w swavroski crystal.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like expensive luhh.&lt;br /&gt;My brother became so gayyy as well ?&lt;br /&gt;He bought a 179bucks bracelet. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Then he completed th time crisis thing again.&lt;br /&gt;Gayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke late in th afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth, nobody was at home alr.&lt;br /&gt;ND I WAS GIVEN NO MONEY T EAT.&lt;br /&gt;So I went out soon after t meet Karen.&lt;br /&gt;First day of work after briefing.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring nd al ? Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't survive for long in there ):&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it isn't my forte.&lt;br /&gt;Not what I'm suited for.&lt;br /&gt;All th while I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;of B&amp;amp;J's as well as Zara. Should I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had th ability. Darnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home, ate a lot !&lt;br /&gt;Since I only had 7eleven mash potato earlier,&lt;br /&gt;I ate cup noodles, porridge nd rice.&lt;br /&gt;So junky.&lt;br /&gt;High in carbos. Screeeaamm.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr same routine.&lt;br /&gt;Parents questioned about my job.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so frustrated telling them about it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck mann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-2106994507745379534?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2106994507745379534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=2106994507745379534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2106994507745379534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2106994507745379534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/vibrant-striking-codes.html' title='Vibrant striking codes.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-8328296158547406519</id><published>2006-11-25T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:01:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History of fashion.</title><content type='html'>Jonne. Aiya, nvm luhh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. But workinig after school is tough ! Haha, th in-charge said that there is a need t still fufill "2 weekdays &amp; 1weekend" from 6pm-11pm. $30 deducted for uniform. $45 for 24hours as stated on application form. If I'm not wrong, I calculated it t be $3.75 per hour. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha ! Talk t me about it ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want t go back, blogging about my dailys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING!&lt;/u&gt; : It's going t be a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th past 2 days I actually remembered my dreams !&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE 'CAUSE I WORRIED WHAT T GET FOR SIS.&lt;br /&gt;So like I dreamt I went out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Along with her friends (erm Pamela nd ?)&lt;br /&gt;Then they got her presents.&lt;br /&gt;Not me ! I couldn't find any.&lt;br /&gt;Nd that Nicolette pierced her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;So I was very shocked.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much about it.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE 'CAUSE I'M GUILTY ABOUT STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;So like I had t meet this tcher after Olevel sci.&lt;br /&gt;Then another handed me my book.&lt;br /&gt;So I exclaimed "I like this book ! How you know ?"&lt;br /&gt;I flipped t th cover, it was.&lt;br /&gt;My Primary 6 mathematics workbook. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So I was forced t finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;That I missed my next day Olevel math papers.&lt;br /&gt;So I was th last 10 girls who failed th Os ?&lt;br /&gt;I had to migrate nd I was crying like shiet ):&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE 'CAUSE I WANT IT T HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;.. (More on my private blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis with Marmi nd Cassan for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Tauhu Telor was yummily crisp.&lt;br /&gt;Then collected their Swatch watches.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my ezlink became invalid :\&lt;br /&gt;Job-seeking again with Shir nd Karen at Raffles.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Then walked t th concert hall before it started t rain.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed t Harbourfront before training back.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy called me out.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with her at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend nd I were &lt;i&gt;ah-lianing&lt;/i&gt; with each other AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious luhh. Laughed so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/942975/Image%281805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/159108/Image%281805%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/860912/Copy%20of%20New%20twist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/270026/Copy%20of%20New%20twist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Replaced my ezlink in th afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Bugis yesterday with Jayne &amp; Jaslyn !&lt;br /&gt;So like we had our set meals at th Bugiscafe. Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;Nd Jaslyn bought a dress t wear ! Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Saw tees at this shop, th young girl's super friendly (:&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2, one for my sister nd one for me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Got some sushis, walked around before heading town.&lt;br /&gt;Met marmi t go Paragon's Metro for night sales.&lt;br /&gt;Fashion showcase. Everything was at 20%.&lt;br /&gt;Girl's favourite &lt;u&gt;Pierre Cardin&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dorothy Perkins&lt;/u&gt; ! Bought a basic nd th other.&lt;br /&gt;Then also bought &lt;u&gt;Chomel&lt;/u&gt; hair accesories.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by &lt;u&gt;Coffeebean&lt;/u&gt; for our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Pure chocolate ice blended with whipped cream ! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/524977/Image%281809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/383448/Image%281809%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went down t dad's pub.&lt;br /&gt;There was this &lt;i&gt;not-young&lt;/i&gt; butch.&lt;br /&gt;Said I look like my dad, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anw most were Malays as th songs were Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Then a Caucasian came in t drink.&lt;br /&gt;He went drunk pls. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Offered us each a small glass of beer.&lt;br /&gt;Started dancing t himself nd talked t us al !&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I was busy laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;Th bartop dancers were quite good :\&lt;br /&gt;First time upclose t such a scene.&lt;br /&gt;They danced. One was showing her butt luhh ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;A guy was pleasingly upskirting her.&lt;br /&gt;Another lifted up her top.&lt;br /&gt;The guys went up, slipped money into her bra.&lt;br /&gt;Like wow, I could see her -ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Since they pulled open her bra. I think they enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Urhh, eww ?&lt;br /&gt;So we went off for supper at 2.15am.&lt;br /&gt;I had wonton noodles, omgg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;At th end of th day, my clothes smelled of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading 'Queen of Babble' - Meg Cabot in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early t use th laptop (:&lt;br /&gt;Then without notice, marmi says t go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone washed up nd dashed out.&lt;br /&gt;What's with al th rushing eh.&lt;br /&gt;Like wth ? I'm not even prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted t change nd she told me off.&lt;br /&gt;So fine, I'm not going out, not eating.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it meant th whole day, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT T BE RECRUITED INTO B&amp;amp;J'S.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY PLS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-8328296158547406519?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8328296158547406519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=8328296158547406519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8328296158547406519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/8328296158547406519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/history-of-fashion.html' title='History of fashion.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-7329653582513689580</id><published>2006-11-22T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:52:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken tiles.</title><content type='html'>Cindy. Please wait for th poor girl here.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Hahas, thnks babe ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Changed.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Where is she now. Haha ! Quite a while luhh ? Not bad right.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Yes ! Ms Burberyy when will you pass t me ! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Jonne. Difficult luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia asked me t update. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jaslyn on Sunday at Whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find any job vacancies at downtown ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of th Olevels on Monday ! Three cheers.&lt;br /&gt;But how I wish I could retake al over again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd promise t study properly. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Replaced my atm card like finally.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the movie 'Step Up' !&lt;br /&gt;HOTT.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Channing Tatum. Omgg.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Vivo, was looking for jobs at th same time.&lt;br /&gt;Ate my grilled fish pasta at &lt;u&gt;Food Republic&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the FUNNIEST.&lt;br /&gt;I supposed t attend th briefing for th first 3mth thing ?&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up at 8.30am when it starts at 9am !&lt;br /&gt;Nd I just sat up on bed, stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Marmi came in t ask, but I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;By th time I reached th school hall it was 9.45am&lt;br /&gt;Al I saw was "Happy Holidays!"&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was walking out so&lt;br /&gt;I ran t th toilet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassing luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Collect th form nd went t Melody's place.&lt;br /&gt;Had yummy pizzas ! (Thnks)&lt;br /&gt;Went home t change then meet Jaslyn.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote our applications at &lt;u&gt;ToysRus&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think its useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview today at &lt;u&gt;Fish&amp;Co.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty alright, super short.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT PLACE LUHH.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, they'd only take me if I can work&lt;br /&gt;even after getting results.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Shir at &lt;u&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bought takoballs &amp;amp; carrot juice ! Yums.&lt;br /&gt;Headed t Vivo again.&lt;br /&gt;Aldo's too classy for me luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we shopped at &lt;u&gt;Diva&lt;/u&gt;, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Karen nd Feebs at Cityhall&lt;br /&gt;then trained back t Dhouby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;Job-seeking at some place, quite weird ?&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Raffles City,&lt;br /&gt;not realising its th wrong place ! Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So trained t Raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;This one not so good :\ sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich both of us left for Bugis !&lt;br /&gt;Bought more lovely earrings (:&lt;br /&gt;I reserved my jeans, Shir got hers alr.&lt;br /&gt;So we spotted many lovely clothes today.&lt;br /&gt;NEED MONEYYYY ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did hanging of th laundry nd vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;Yet she still complain I do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I asked about my hair t be coloured she says t wait&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her about th vacancies she says tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck luhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired alrights ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another tomorrow. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find any suitable one.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time nd money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-7329653582513689580?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7329653582513689580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=7329653582513689580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/7329653582513689580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/7329653582513689580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/broken-tiles.html' title='Broken tiles.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-1564190791700511530</id><published>2006-11-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:45:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amore love.</title><content type='html'>Jonne. Haha okay.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Bengz ! Yes I did it haha. Want t see ? Hey th girl's mine, hands off lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/891591/Image%281786%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/682337/Image%281786%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping yesterday was enjoyable :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met up with girlfriend nd marmi t Vivocity !&lt;br /&gt;So we ate a lot a lot at &lt;u&gt;Food Republic&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Th place where th antic decos cost a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then marmi had t leave for work alr.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around th place, got pretty bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/594914/watercolourr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/765143/watercolourr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anw, we bought dresses EHEHHHEH.&lt;br /&gt;Think it's sweet luhh. I like.&lt;br /&gt;Okay th picture is horrible. Stupid face.&lt;br /&gt;Mine's pink nd brown.&lt;br /&gt;I yearning t get more (though I may look awful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown wasn't really good ? Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know where t get my belt &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Nd our shoes ! Can't find.&lt;br /&gt;Bought th mix&amp;match for diy though.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show my necklace soon.&lt;br /&gt;Went t Bugis nd there's this super fashion thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;Bought another pair of denims with Cindy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/1600/875217/Copy%20of%20Image%281792%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2829/3565/200/389837/Copy%20of%20Image%281792%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So like we were training home ?&lt;br /&gt;There was this 2 &lt;i&gt;indian mama sisters&lt;/i&gt; who came in.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. So INFURIATING.&lt;br /&gt;They kept pushing us away nd that one.&lt;br /&gt;That yellow shirt one stomped on my feet !&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck man. She didn't even apologise when I screammedd.&lt;br /&gt;Nd they also gripped th pole,&lt;br /&gt;more likely gripping our hands.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEWWW PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten Jayne's nd sister's present.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what t get for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A JOB SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;Hunting. Anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;(No one wants B&amp;amp;J with me :\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entries with peektures are love.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with heels is a PAINFUL experience.&lt;br /&gt;Updating again ltr, off t church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was so very late for church haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines equivalent t boring.&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner at &lt;u&gt;block85&lt;/u&gt;. FOOD !&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pork nd mutton satays.&lt;br /&gt;Bbq wings nd carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my ba chor mee ! Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn promised t bring me t Simpang (:&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her that we MUST go shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;It better be soon, lovely !&lt;br /&gt;Nd I get t choose her clothes for her. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I can't wait luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home late.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like cursing now, can't stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-1564190791700511530?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1564190791700511530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=1564190791700511530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/1564190791700511530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/1564190791700511530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/amore-love.html' title='Amore love.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-2007308208477524401</id><published>2006-11-17T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:54:55.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step up.</title><content type='html'>Shir. For you I will. Haha. Thnks so much for th mash potato.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Don't worry, it's not your fault. It's just me. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Thnks alot babe. Btw, that's a nice dress in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. I meant those chewing gums !&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Why KK ? Whyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still blogging, nd I'd better do it more often, I know.&lt;br /&gt;My blogging style &lt;i&gt;changed&lt;/i&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a free time ?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice was yummy (: Fruits nd pockys too.&lt;br /&gt;Studied at th foodcourt myself. Quite productive.&lt;br /&gt;I managed t read th text in a few hours. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Amath yesterday went horrible. So did Pure Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like screaminggg. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Th good thing is that it's al over now.&lt;br /&gt;One last paper on th 20th Nov !&lt;br /&gt;Only by then will I not waste cab fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met up with them at Tampines for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks for th marshmellows (:&lt;br /&gt;We went t &lt;u&gt;Cartel's&lt;/u&gt; for desserts.&lt;br /&gt;I tied a cherry knot again HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It took quite some time luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binged like th usual. Going out ltr with girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I must not anyhow spennndddd :\&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't even have enough cash too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Cassan !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-2007308208477524401?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2007308208477524401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=2007308208477524401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2007308208477524401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2007308208477524401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-up.html' title='Step up.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-2602285126732714475</id><published>2006-11-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:09:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the mismatched stuffs they did.</title><content type='html'>Chener. Hope so. Go out soon ya (:&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. HAHA ! It's yummilicious. You must try.&lt;br /&gt;Ying. Yeap a regular, she even commented on your video. Don't worry I won't alr (:&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Woah thnks. Maybe you want t show me first ? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. What idiot ? Just throw it over lol. Haha, I think I'm doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Shir on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;We had our Korean food at &lt;u&gt;Downtown&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY LUHH.&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches at &lt;/u&gt;Han's&lt;/u&gt; in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep before studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened a private blog. Words from th heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a messy little girl today.&lt;br /&gt;Amath ppr 1 was blah.&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw Marcus ? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He still looks good.&lt;br /&gt;Then snacked at &lt;u&gt;Cafe Galilee&lt;/u&gt; with th two.&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly asked me about my Os.&lt;br /&gt;FOR TH FIRST TIME OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing much t say so I just shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;Have to read my Pure Chemistry text now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had taken a look at my pprs, you would then understand. Even if I don't land into &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;, obviously no one would want to take up a course in a poly that is not very good right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dull person with horrible bloggings.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would be sincerely interested anw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-2602285126732714475?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2602285126732714475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=2602285126732714475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2602285126732714475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/2602285126732714475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-mismatched-stuffs-they-did.html' title='It was the mismatched stuffs they did.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-4499248354895221462</id><published>2006-11-12T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:27:52.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot dead twice.</title><content type='html'>Jonne. Yeap. Tried.&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Saw you ytd. Haha ! Funny meh, aiyo. So who's blog is nicer ? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Hello ! Everything's a mess.  Anw, I want my chewing gum ! Lol. Both of you found each other at a site right ?&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Yeap (:&lt;br /&gt;Shir. What are you laughing at HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't complete my English.&lt;br /&gt;Physics had many careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Chose th wrong question for Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Emath is so out of point. Th whole of section B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20&lt;/u&gt; points nd above. Karen told me not t go &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt; because everyone will look down on me straightaway, nd I might get influenced. No one told me that before, HAHA. (Thnks anw) Jayne said that nursing courses would be lyk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cleaning shit&lt;/span&gt; nd al. (Wtf ?) I won't want that. Jaslyn added that there are other courses available but they are like technicians nd al which people wouldn't consider going (I have nothing t say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Yk's place on Thursday night, reached home around 7am :\&lt;br /&gt;Went Shir's place on Friday evening, reached home past midnight :\&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so retarhded at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Shir's computer is so UNIQUE ?&lt;br /&gt;It taught me an impt value : Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Malay wedding a few blocks near my home. It was so nice ! There was like this Dj person playing music, then there were quite a number of people, nd al those yummy food. How I wish I could join them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti pratas with milopeng.&lt;br /&gt;Ljs combo meals.&lt;br /&gt;Bbq food.&lt;br /&gt;Korean set meals.&lt;br /&gt;Charsiew rice is th LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binged a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-4499248354895221462?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4499248354895221462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=4499248354895221462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/4499248354895221462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/4499248354895221462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/shot-dead-twice.html' title='Shot dead twice.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116291761172896529</id><published>2006-11-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:42.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I let it go.</title><content type='html'>Kimberly. Thnks partner (: you too. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. SUPER. I hope so then.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. I think so too haha. But we like whatt. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Thnks. Ahahah yeap. Remember okays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute before 7th November ends !&lt;br /&gt;Shall message Agnes now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice slp last night.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been using the air-conditioner for days.&lt;br /&gt;Like wow. Th weather's so cold. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream, so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;Right, Cindy ? Moon ? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going t give up on th Os alr.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's helping me much.&lt;br /&gt;I've only have that &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; humanities,&lt;br /&gt;but it got screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I cringe at th word &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anw.&lt;br /&gt;Out with Cindy today afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Binged so many nights.&lt;br /&gt;It's t be come t a hault !&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I reaalllyy will become a SUMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most was being so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks Elle Geng Chener for the Eng notes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. She found out that I peeked at her blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hey sister ! Here's something for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't help it,&lt;br /&gt;but just love t read my blog right.&lt;br /&gt;I think mine's much more better than yours luhh.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So you had to open your stupid mouth nd tell marmi.&lt;br /&gt;You think you are so good ?&lt;br /&gt;You nd your gayyyness hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116291761172896529?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116291761172896529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116291761172896529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116291761172896529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116291761172896529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-cant-i-let-it-go.html' title='Why can&apos;t I let it go.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116280587193457105</id><published>2006-11-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura my love fell.</title><content type='html'>Omg. Don't read the previous entry alr.&lt;br /&gt;A story that's al I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much t say-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. See how. We'll burn books !&lt;br /&gt;Ying. I miss having korean food together.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Haha, relinked. Thnks, you too.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. I LOVE YOUUU. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. So sweet. Thnks little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Well (: I hope I still have you.&lt;br /&gt;Melle. Thnks. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Chener for &lt;u&gt;3&lt;/u&gt; consecutive days ?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, she's nice (:&lt;br /&gt;HI ELLE ! lalalaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed t school AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Put it nicely, th taxi uncle drives differently.&lt;br /&gt;In awful terms,&lt;br /&gt;HE FUCKING CHEATED MY TIME &amp; MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KNNBCCB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to control my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, he's an old man who's contributing t th society.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Emath ? I don't know. I hope it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;SS ? It killed me. I was dead then.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a girl who left 1 qn of SBQ &lt;i&gt;blanked&lt;/i&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Nd everything was senseless answers with no links ?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks t Denyse, Syy &amp;amp; Beefy (:&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday stuffs. Love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study at home. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Televisions blasting. Room too comfy.&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere else I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; crashed                . &amp;heart; &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;helpppppp. i think i died&lt;br /&gt;misspoon* says:&lt;br /&gt;saving saving&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; crashed                . &amp;heart; &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;drowning drowning&lt;br /&gt;misspoon* says:&lt;br /&gt;floating. i jus threw a float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go t Cindy's home today !&lt;br /&gt;I love her nd she knows :DD&lt;br /&gt;I shall stay late past midnight no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;BANGALA STAY AWAYY. Ahbish !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116280587193457105?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116280587193457105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116280587193457105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116280587193457105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116280587193457105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/sakura-my-love-fell.html' title='Sakura my love fell.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116257532782576483</id><published>2006-11-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from a heart.</title><content type='html'>I've had a complicated past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there lived a ragdoll, a very naive one. She wasn't th type of girl guys would fall for, she didn't have a pretty face. But a knight came nd they got t know each other nd developed feelings. Ragdoll knew of another friend as well, she treated him like a big brother. But things messed up, pranks hurt knight. It was hard t trust again, no matter what. Knight promised a letter before, but decided not t sent it out t ragdoll after what happened. She was fucking sad nd al. Years. They were so close, so close t sparks. Yet they never had a chance to be together in th end. About a year passed since, she met into a partner, someone who shared some similarities with her. They had many messagings nd talks on th hfone, despite her bills. They got together after, but ragdoll realised he wasn't th one she was looking for. Partner was too possessive like a nightmare. Partner can be a desperado. Ragdoll always had t let him have his ways. On Vday, partner couldn't even be bothered t put in effort. Feelings faded. Ragdoll decided t leave him. She was shocked by this relationship she never wanted. One fine day, prince charming walked into her life. He had th looks nd al, ragdoll fell for him. He promised t teach her how t play pool one day. They had cute nicknames for each other, everything was so sweet. Too sweet t be true, she always had this thinking that she wasn't good enough for him. Prince charming asked for her hand so many times, but ragdoll, afraid of the history repeating, didn't give him affirmation. So prince charming told her he didn't mind, "loving someone doesn't mean need t be with her". Friends assured, so ragdoll wanted t try. But somehow after weeks without messaging, prince charming told her he had another girl. It was al so sudden. Maybe there isn't such a thing called waiting ? Ragdoll was heartbroken, but she was happy for prince charming. At least someone she loved, found happiness. Then, she got t know a rich guy, he was quite a sweet person. Really. There was once ragdoll's nd guy's train passed each other nd they didn't know. He wanted to find her but she always make up excuses. Guy would talk t her nd accompany her till late hours. But then she found out he had many other girls too. Ragdoll didn't feel secure. She felt like she was being played with like a toy. Nd he didn't rmb special days. So she initiated a breakup. Sadly they never met up before, nd perhaps never will have t. Soon enough, * popped into ragdoll's life as well. Actually, ragdoll somehow noticed * before. So then, ragdoll nd * had lots of fun being together. They had these rings but careless ragdoll dropped it somewhere. She cried so much, * understood nd told her its okay. But ragdoll knows that he is sad about it. Neoprints. Cheesecakes. Parks. Cab rides home. Less smoking. He made her felt so loved like a princess, nd they loved each other so. Just that they didn't know how t communicate well enough ? More like ragdoll didn't show how much she loved him. She kept wondering what when wrong when they didn't message each other for weeks. She only knew how t wait. It was so long. Regrets. Times she cried, times she asked her friends what t do. She even went t th park nd graffitied, made the short video etc. Will * know ? A sudden night, he initiated t part. That's how the relationship ended. So very quickly. Nd this, was a relationship she truly loved. Ragdoll had her heart broken nd stabbed, the tears falled. Even up till now, though only a short period together, everything around brings back memories-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha please laugh. Now goodnight. It was a long bedtime story. Though I summarised a lot. No studies again today, tmr luhh. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;(Want to hear more ? I doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is so fat ): th weighing scale went bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Who can I rely on ?&lt;br /&gt;I've cried t myself so many times.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was better t share.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged nd al.&lt;br /&gt;But no ones there.&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116257532782576483?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116257532782576483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116257532782576483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116257532782576483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116257532782576483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/confessions-from-heart.html' title='Confessions from a heart.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116246937097766107</id><published>2006-11-02T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me like you meant it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a sweet dream on October the effing 24th. Yet it was only a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling sick nd al. I ended sleeping th whole night before my first ppr. So, Biology turned out horrible (though I said it was okay). It was so unexpected for us ? Yes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went t church with Jaslyn yesterday. Had ljs too, yumyums. My sore throat got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281752%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281752%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awoke late in the afternoon, bad headaches. Lazy t get out of th house. I only ate my korean noodles today. Then got stuck to th computer screen. No studying, perhaps tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so LOVE myself luhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never do anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have t envy or get jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;I always mug hard.&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there's never such a thing as regret.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lied so many times in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I've alr given up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at this photograph. Everytime I do it makes me laugh. Everytime I do it makes me-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to cook ur hair&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                headaches&amp;flu&amp;amp;sorethroat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to bake ur smile&lt;br /&gt;`fai/zÂL `              If we could live without a care says:&lt;br /&gt;nat today got any story ?&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                headaches&amp;flu&amp;amp;sorethroat. &amp;hearts;&amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;oh title : FAI'S BAKED SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah this hottie makes me (:&lt;br /&gt;Super.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116246937097766107?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116246937097766107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116246937097766107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116246937097766107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116246937097766107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-me-like-you-meant-it.html' title='Kiss me like you meant it.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116230777273734623</id><published>2006-10-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning madness.</title><content type='html'>Bought myself a prettaye necklace on Sunday, while out with Jaslyn at &lt;u&gt;Marina Sq&lt;/u&gt; (yes, this crazy shopping in the midst of the Os) nd I love it ! We had our marshmellows nd gummies, then &lt;u&gt;Shilin's&lt;/u&gt; again at Tampines. Going back t &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt; after th Os t get our stuffs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back t school on Monday t see Mdm Aznah. After dinner with th usuals at Whitesands, met up with Cindy at her house. Last minute studying for today's Pure Chemistry pracs. My goodness lah ? Lol. Turned out alright except for a few mistakes. Rarh. Anw. I was lucky enough t catch the LAST bus home at 1.08am from her stop yesterday. There wasn't anymore bus service after about 12.49am actually. Haha imagine walking al the way home at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm home again, feeling sick al of th sudden today morning ): Hai. I sneezed so many times. Awful to have bad flu nd sore throat when the Os are here.  Can't seem to complete Biology revision. But Yk (my girlfriend ahahah) was so sweet luhh ! He came al th way to pass me 5 panadol tablets since I had no medicine. Hahas, thnks so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Paper4 tomorrow. Wish me luck nd to get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Al th best to those taking Os !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Haha are you sure ? Why wish ?&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Haha that is just a silly quiz yeap. He will be my prince ! Lol. Sure, you tk care too ! Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;Gen. Ahahahah ! Yeap I know. But it's kind of interesting right ? Heh. See you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116230777273734623?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116230777273734623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116230777273734623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116230777273734623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116230777273734623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-morning-madness.html' title='My morning madness.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116205611527342710</id><published>2006-10-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:40.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was more than words alone.</title><content type='html'>Oh my tian ? My death would never be such perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Natalie-9-10-0.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Chener in the afternoon at Tampines &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt;, did some science reading. I havent started my TYS at al ! Ahahah. But its alright. Ate at &lt;u&gt;Shilin's&lt;/u&gt; as well. Girl talks. Goodness, I love this girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homed pretty late I suppose. No naggings though. I'm happy luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;shir is a teenie weenie girl nd she has a fatty friend naat&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;they are the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;aren't they ?&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;they make a great pair.&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;super&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;duper.&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;u know, we have this connection thing&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;// ;shirleen. says:&lt;br /&gt;is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;*                        ; nat                everything is effed up straight from the heart. ♥ &amp;amp;screammmm says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty good nd bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116205611527342710?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116205611527342710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116205611527342710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116205611527342710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116205611527342710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-there-was-more-than-words-alone.html' title='If there was more than words alone.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116195832608601635</id><published>2006-10-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:40.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll stop th world nd melt with you.</title><content type='html'>Maybe my entries should be a wee-bit shorter from now onwards. I guess it seems kind of draggy. Nd not that I speak perfect English. I shall blog my style, nd stop al those rubbish about what I do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology tutorial was horrible. I was the only one who had not attempted th TYS nd other papers. So I just sat there nd listen, HAHA. Rather saddened that I was so lazyy. Then my eyes were swelling with tears nd lalas. I have been having fun these few days going out shopping nd al. I &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; do revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only started with Physics nd Biology. My goodness ? Damn &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. No worries ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Jeanetteeee. Miss you too !&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Finally you wish me. Hahaha thnks, not bad luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do I look like a smoker ? Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing sexyback.&lt;br /&gt;You motherfuckers don't know how t act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116195832608601635?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116195832608601635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116195832608601635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116195832608601635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116195832608601635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-stop-th-world-nd-melt-with-you.html' title='I&apos;ll stop th world nd melt with you.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116178674229456860</id><published>2006-10-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let it fade away.</title><content type='html'>Agnes. Thnks. Yes, got it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Yes, I love those too ! At Vivo's &lt;u&gt;Forever21&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Yes bengzz. Haha !&lt;br /&gt;Jonne. Thnks.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. It's okay ! Haha. See you soon dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that falled ;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22nd October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my wallet again, this time at downtown's arcade. Suspected this fat bitch who behaved so weirdly lah. She even spoke some &lt;i&gt;colourful&lt;/i&gt; chinese language. Haha. Effing sad about it, al those stuff in my burberry. Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23rd October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around at home till evening, couldn't be bothered about books. Sister nd cousin bought me the voodoo doll (heehee) nd goodness, it cost a lot for a toy made of strings. Jaslyn was super nice, waited for me at Whitesands nd we walked the whole of pasir ris park in the night, almost got lost ! Then we went to have some bbq food. High on vodka nd jokes, her face turned &lt;u&gt;red&lt;/u&gt; ! It was alr past midnight by then, so I walked her out to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially 16. Shirleen came over my house as a surprise (though she got lost at block -64 so she needed help) hahah. Then we caught up with each other before she left for her piano I suppose. Birthday ? Big deal. Went back to my sleep till evening, somehow rather sad lah. Called out Cindy in the night. My girlfriend took a cab down to my home ! Ahahah. So we went to Tampines for a while nd met ben nd kr. After which girlfriend nd I headed to downtown. My birthday drinks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281735%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281735%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great time chatting with Jacintha nd &lt;i&gt;biao ge&lt;/i&gt;. Homed before 5am. Super tired haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;25th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study session with Cindy from morning till evening, wasn't really productive. Most of the time, we end up sleeping. But she's the one that makes me start my studies. Haha. Faizal nd Junsheng are nice people as well ! They made this birthday card for me ahahah. Effing cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad. Better eat less alr, FATTY. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;-//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syy called 30min before 12 (she even sang me the song in English nd Korean !) Cindy my girlfriend smsed 1 min before 12 ! Jayne my bestest was on the dot ! Melody my bengzz was 1 min after her. Shir my dear girl. Jon. Noorain my pretty wished too (she rmb !) Beefy too. Jeanette was up early to wish me in the morning haha. Geraldine, Chu Wen, Kim, Kelsey, Clarissa my juniorrr nd Agnes smsed in the afternoon. Ben nd Faizal korkor (haha !) ltr. Then Marcia nd Denyse my dear wished late, but its alright. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Online - Zhen. Timothy. Weilun. Yinkhuan. Casxn darling. Melle. Denise. Edwin. Lydia my little girl. Carmen my sweet. Sheryl. Chener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks to those who wished me on my birthday ! Much love. But some forgotten about my birthday lah ? SCREEAAAAMMM. (gave allowance alr hor) Dissappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHIR &amp;amp; CINDY MANY. Nice cakes, same types lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116178674229456860?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116178674229456860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116178674229456860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116178674229456860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116178674229456860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/never-let-it-fade-away.html' title='Never let it fade away.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116146081452513385</id><published>2006-10-21T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:40.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me when I fall once more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281713%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281713%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281714%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281714%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281706%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281706%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying. No ! I eat too much. I LOVE SYY ! To bits nd pieces (:&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. What's funny with sillyness ? Lol. We enjoyed sudoku ! Really getting me one ? Ahah. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I show you the sandwich Cassandra (sister) made for yesterday night ? Ta-da-da-daaaah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281715%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281715%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Effing sweetums. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lazy to get out of bed today ! I washed up nd bathed by 230pm. I've packed my room again, pretty neat I suppose. Had to go family outing last minute. Drove down to &lt;u&gt;Vivocity&lt;/u&gt; but there was a very long jam route ? So we changed our minds, got out of the traffic nd had our dinner. Dad nd I shared the bbq stingray nd fried &lt;i&gt;kangkong&lt;/i&gt;, it was yummy yums. The others ate &lt;i&gt;wanton&lt;/i&gt; noodles. Prolly my birthday meal ? AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Orchard. Brother bought his Ipod Nano video (?) nd sister bought her stuff from Surfergirl nd Esprit. Me ? I got this white Ripcurl tee at &lt;u&gt;46&lt;/u&gt;bucks. Not a good deal, considering that the material wasn't good quality, nd the size was a little big. Went into Wisma's Forever21, the outlet isn't as good as the one at Vivo. Oh wells. They wanted to eat dessert later on, after which we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the time, I had a tiff with marmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must you call me stupid ? When will you stop nagging at me so much. You say so much negativities that makes me cry. I can be very sensitive alright. Fine, I'm such a useless girl to you huh ? If I flunk my Os then it won't be a surprise, because I'm so STUPID. You said I was. That you would rather me get out of the house nd marry a rich guy. You always accuse me even if I did nothing wrong. At the mall, you banged into me nd didn't even bother to say sorry, you didn't even realise I was there nd walked off with the others. You couldn't retrieve back dad's contact list after meddling with his handfone, didn't even apologise as well. What's with al this nonsense lah ? I had enough. I really couldn't stand it anymore, that's why I resorted to shouting back though I wasn't strong enough. It wasn't all my fault yanno. At least dad isn't as harsh to me, because like what you said, he thinks you treat me unfairly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nth else to say. She just don't understand what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3&lt;/u&gt; more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116146081452513385?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116146081452513385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116146081452513385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116146081452513385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116146081452513385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/hold-me-when-i-fall-once-more.html' title='Hold me when I fall once more.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116136333738838093</id><published>2006-10-20T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch the scent of roses.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Happy birthday brother Faizal ! Hahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to accompany sister to meet marmi to pass her handfone, after which we thought of heading down to &lt;u&gt;Vivocity&lt;/u&gt;. Met into Catherine (senior) on the train. Saw Marcus too. Anw, the place is huge nd flooded with crowds lah ? My goodness. Got my chocolate marshmellow from candy empire, then tried on some clothes from forever21. Ahahah. Trained back to town nd Bugis as well. Window shopping can be quite boring nd waste of time. No study plans today. There's a lot of shopping to be done after the Os. Aww money needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I ate today :&lt;br /&gt;One sausage, &lt;i&gt;beardpapa's&lt;/i&gt; cream puff, home-made sandwich, &lt;i&gt;don's&lt;/i&gt; chicken pie.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a little too much ? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm so retarhded. I tell people dos &amp; donts, but I won't apply it to myself, I realised. Silly naat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. But the glow of their memories was far too weak. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116136333738838093?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116136333738838093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116136333738838093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116136333738838093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116136333738838093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/catch-scent-of-roses.html' title='Catch the scent of roses.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116125551023930451</id><published>2006-10-19T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black nd purple gems.</title><content type='html'>This very day could be the worst way to start my Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent &lt;u&gt;9&lt;/u&gt; bucks on my cab fare to school. I had to pay &lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; bucks for another entry proof since I misplaced it in the morning. Due to lateness by a few mere minutes while purchasing the stupid costly entry proof, there was a need to see the vice-principal after the practicals. My pracs were all screwed (yes like what beefy said, it was not the &lt;i&gt;oh-I'm-going-to-fail&lt;/i&gt;  kind of thing which everyone would say). For Biology, imagine leaving the table drawing nd question blank, that's alr -4 marks. Then wrong labelling for the maize seed, -1 mark. Time for cobalt(II) test way off, -2 marks. For Physics, no 3 significant figures means -2 marks. Wrong labelling of points on graph -1 mark. Resulted in gradient nd acceleration incorrect, -3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have wasted my time on remembering the different fruits, enzymes nd food tests. Rate of transpiration nd maize seed came out. I took Cindy's words for granted, that pendulum bob really was the topic. Sheesh. Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm not surprised if I don't do well (that includes failing) for this easiest component. Better not think too much or it'll affect my written work even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first bite when Jeanette offered me her chocolate, thnks ! Jeanette, Agnes nd I were so into Sudoku (sp?). The rest came to join in ltr. Haha it's addictive lor ? We were in the music room locked-in for &lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt; long hours, might as well have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be alright now. Back with the usuals. The proper meal I had was at Whitesands with them. No offence but, the place seems to become more of a hangout area for the &lt;i&gt;lianzz, bengzz, muds nd minahs&lt;/i&gt; (sp?). Overwhelming response from the student population. Quite frightening actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking broke again, I still owe Jayne nd Kelsey their birthday presents. Though I still have yet to think of what to get them. Nd mine's coming up in just &lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; days too (though I don't want to be reminded of, still I need to pamper myself eh ? ) Ahahah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would they remember to wish me at least ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determine to go on a diet (: Give me your support ya ! I hope it can really work, at the same time, helps me to save kachinks to go shopping nd presents hunting. I'll share my food plan soon. Stop tempting me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne. It's alright now. I overreact at times ? Partly to be blamed for. See you soon !&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Hey ! Where have you ran off to ah ? Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Hellos there. Oh, good luck to the rest of the papers yeap !&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Yes, what joke eu want ? Ahahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116125551023930451?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116125551023930451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116125551023930451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116125551023930451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116125551023930451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/black-nd-purple-gems.html' title='Black nd purple gems.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116108435897315063</id><published>2006-10-17T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake up by the makeup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday Oct 13th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised it was the &lt;i&gt;Friday Thirteenth&lt;/i&gt;. Had my haircut with Jaslyn. Disaster to speak ? After which we met up with Shir, Jayne nd Melody to go for the MJC Openhouse. It was quite alright lah. I was busy making fun of --SS's uniform. I so cannot imagine me wearing it to school like everyday. Lol. Saw my ex-primary classmate , Sharlene. She's so pretty now ya ! Jaslyn's friend came to join us at Tamp &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt;, then we excused ourselves for &lt;u&gt;Cartel's&lt;/u&gt; cheesecakes, ordering four at a go. Super yummy nd full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday Oct 14th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to CJC Openhouse, met my seniors there. We skipped SAJC, upon hearing that the students there are &lt;s&gt;arrogant&lt;/s&gt;. Trained back to Tampines, walked around before heading home. Changed nd al for the &lt;i&gt;'Dim Sum Dollies gotodinner'&lt;/i&gt; gala at &lt;u&gt;Ritz Carlton's&lt;/u&gt; Grand Ballroom with my parents. Enjoyable food with red wine. The performance was hilarious. Nd there was this good-looking waiter that caught my eye. Ahahahah. Cabbed down to a pub after that, nd stoned for hours with my vodka orange, while watching ahkor, his girlfriend nd &lt;i&gt;biaoge&lt;/i&gt; play pool. Supper at Geylang with family until 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday Oct 15th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amath tuition in the morning. Thnks Syy for the free &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; breakfast. -Hugs. Jaslyn nd I met up with Shir after class to have a study session. But we ended up talking nd cam-whoring as usual. Homed pretty early. Had maggi mee for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday  Oct 16th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bother getting out of the house. I was busy sleeping in till the evening. Decided to download &lt;u&gt;o2jam&lt;/u&gt; like finally. Hahahahs. Then cook my maggi mee for lunch (dropping hair lo ?) nd watched &lt;i&gt;Goong&lt;/i&gt;, the korean drama followed by &lt;i&gt;Mtv Made&lt;/i&gt;. I'm stuck on my computer 24/7. Shir came online so we chat the most retarhded of al time. We were talking to ourselves lah ? Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday Oct 17th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; breakfast. They didn't even bother asking me. Sheesh. The morning group slot for Social Studies was supposedly cancelled by Mrs Lopez as she's not feeling well. &lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; was being so irresponsible not to pass the message to us yesterday. Geography tutorial didn't finish up going through al the papers. Then I wanted to eat prata for lunch since I had no breakfast but they didn't want, so forget it. Bus ride to downtown. I wanted Korean cuisine or Kway Chap, the stalls were closed. How unlucky can I get. It made me super &lt;i&gt;qi ren&lt;/i&gt;. I resorted to junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am over sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay, nd you both just ignored nd talked to yourselves. Fine. But why tell me that you would go to the park with me nd in the end we didn't ? You don't even look certain if you would want to go in the first place. She couldn't even be bothered as well. I might as well just walk away. I'm better off this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. This tears weren't supposed to fall so easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116108435897315063?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116108435897315063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116108435897315063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116108435897315063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116108435897315063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/cake-up-by-makeup.html' title='Cake up by the makeup.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116070968898376036</id><published>2006-10-12T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An army for the broken hearted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;[As continued from the previous entry]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school. 12 October 2006. Took pictures wit many. Four eight &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; IS a bonded class, despite the different cliques. It will always be this way. More to say ? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear table nd chair, you will be dearly missed. I could always rely on you, when those tears fall, when I am tired, or just lazy. I could graffiti on you, nd you would not even scream at me or try to run away. You're just &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. 2nd row down from the visualizer's screen. After this day, I would not be able to have you by my side alr. Goodbye my good companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarize others :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sitting partner, Cindy. Thnks for al those chats nd gossips we shared in class. Thnks for helping me with my studies as well. I enjoyed your companion in four eight. But now, no more sitting beside you alr. No more scribblings on your table or papers. Nd I'll miss waking you up when you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Noorain nd Samantha. I'll miss seeing both of you turn around to talk to us. Aynn with the wacky-ness nd Sam with her funny side. Aynn, thnks for the cake you shared, nd teaching us Malay. Haha. Don't cry but work harder ya, Sam ? You've got great dancing btw. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I turn around, I see Jan nd Charmaine. Jan who lends me her handfone to hear songs nd Charzzy who would sing Korean songs. I like it when Charzzy always smiles. Jan, I will remember you, your emotional side, nd '&lt;i&gt;the new orchard road&lt;/i&gt;' etc. You're my favourite chemistry partner I love. Thnks for the junk food as well, that we often take from both of you.&lt;br /&gt;Next row to me would be Victoria. The girl who would conveniently give us tissues whenever we need it. Yesterday was the last time I could ask her for a tissue. I'll miss you, my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Diagonally infront of me would be Angela nd Carmen. The two sweetest girls in class. Carmen, my PC monitress partner (I'm for welfare she's for environment). Angela, always staying in class during recess haha. But there won't be anymore PC, neither recess breaks for us. I'll miss you both.&lt;br /&gt;Diagonally behind of me would be Shir nd Sheryl. Shir nd her nonsense, her girl talks with me, nd her singing with Sheryl. My true friend, the '&lt;i&gt;hongkong&lt;/i&gt;' bestie I have. Sheryl with her funny side too. I still remember that occasion when you were sitting on the floor nd Mr Tan asked to pick up you, the rubbish nd throw away. Ahahah. Nd you laughed at my singing just recently. Oh man, I'll miss al the fun nd jokes we had.&lt;br /&gt;At the other side of the class, there would be Agnes, Tiffany, Sam Kee, Felchy, Pei Wen, Jeanette, Ying, Chantel, Jolie, Alena, Stephanie, Kimberly, Delvinder. Agnes my ex-best, but still a friend who made an impact in my life. Tiffany the attendance monitress who plays captain's ball quite well. Sam Kee the treasurer with her $2 bread nd waterpole dancing men (inside jokes). Felchy the pretty babe with her great voice for singing. Pei Wen the discipline monitress, the loud nd funny girl who makes lessons interesting. Jeanette with her brilliant ideas for the green tea advertisement. Haha. Ying, the girl whom I was very close to, never fails to share food nd Korean songs with me, nd I can always confide in her. Chantel, seeing her talking on the hfone during breaks. Jolie, who have the index number after mine, nd I always come to school asking her what homework that is due every morning during assembly. Alena, the unique one who introduces songs nd games, one of my favourite companion for years. Stephanie, whom I still have a recollection of talking to her &lt;u&gt;every night&lt;/u&gt; when we were in primary school, nd I like her hair lah. Kimberly, my favourite science practical partner I love, the class chairperson who put in a lot of effort work. Delvinder, with her nick as '&lt;i&gt;pervert&lt;/i&gt;' because of her bag. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nd of course, I can never forget &lt;u&gt;thedirections&lt;/u&gt;. We'd have meals together during breaks. We'd do projects as one group. Jaslyn who's like my all-time love, I can always &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; depend on as my confidante. We'd have many girl talks nd fun times. Geraldine with her humourous side nd wild wild wet experiences. Jayne who never fails to cheer me up, nd I haven't got a chance to thnk her for that. Beefy with her wondeeful blog nd her love for cooking chicken wings during bbqs. I hope we can al meet up from time to time after the Os. Even if it's difficult, we'll give it a try alright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'll miss all my friends to tiny bits nd pieces. We've gone through so much together. After 10 years in an al-girls school, I wonder how life our there would be like ? Part of me feels uneasy, nd there's another part of me eager to see it for myself. It would be difficult to adapt to I know, because everything would be unfamiliar alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. It was Sheryl's sweet 16 nd Ahkor's 18th birthday ! (: Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usuals went to Whitesands again. We had our last afternoon meal together. Sigh. Made us so emo. Bought a pen from &lt;u&gt;More than words&lt;/u&gt;. Effing cute. Then we went to the library to fold straws. Geraldine came along soon after. Taught them how to fold stars. Pretty alright I suppose. We walked around nd got quite bored. Geraldine left to meet her family, so we went home to change before meeting up again in Tampines. They left for me gummies although I was late. So sweet right ? Then walked around the shops before heading to cafe cartel for cheesecakes. Gosh, it was yummy yums. Took pictures. Homed after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Yeap. I care okay ?&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Hahas you take care too ! See you babe.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Really ? Lol oops.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. I haven't started 4th gear. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl. I will miss you too ! Visit my blog more often yeap ? Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Past midnight. Early morning.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to switch off the computer since yesterday. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like a sec4. I don't want to sit for Os.&lt;br /&gt;Can we turn back time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Going out with Jaslyn nd Shir soon ! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116070968898376036?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116070968898376036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116070968898376036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116070968898376036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116070968898376036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/army-for-broken-hearted.html' title='An army for the broken hearted.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116058550225012181</id><published>2006-10-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me that you feel the same way.</title><content type='html'>I woke up late this morning at 5.23am, nd was caught by surprise to see a bouquet of flowers (with sunflowers !) layed on my desk. Ahahah. Realised that my marmi gave them to me last night while I was asleep or something. Hrm, sort of weird thing to do. Still, it was beauuutifuuull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/flowerr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/flowerr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. The arrow gang was formed. Ehehehheh. We had our thrills in the afternoon once more. Credits to Chantel's equipment - the screwdriver. Lol. Here's the group picture with our wonderful &lt;i&gt;findings&lt;/i&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281624%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281624%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/11102006%28001%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/11102006%28001%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;u&gt;officially&lt;/u&gt; the last day for our class. Surely there would be alot of mixed emotions nd al. SAC will become our ex-school. Friends will be dearly missed. But there's so much more to say. Sighs. Time just flies so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were having glances around the school. The familiarized environment that we used to study nd play in. 4/8's classroom with its decorations. The toilets we never fail to visit everyday between intervals. The canteen nd hall which are always filled with students. Soon, we won't be able to do al of these alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281599%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281599%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shir. I'm here for you (:&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116058550225012181?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116058550225012181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116058550225012181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116058550225012181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116058550225012181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/tell-me-that-you-feel-same-way.html' title='Tell me that you feel the same way.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116049254119576604</id><published>2006-10-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll bring your sexy back.</title><content type='html'>Headline news. I &lt;u&gt;tored&lt;/u&gt; my school blouse while ironing it. Loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to raid the classroom yesterday in the afternoon. Found those &lt;i&gt;skm&lt;/i&gt; badges in bulks. Shared my joy with the class ! Ahahah. Noorain found the certificates as well. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn, Jayne nd I &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; have dinner together everyday, after which we'll go walking around the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie had some interesting &lt;i&gt;fun moments&lt;/i&gt; after so long. She needed her thrills. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have my limits alright. I know when to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I didn't start my studying until Sunday ? This is how slow I am, yet nobody chose to believe a fuck. Even so, Sunday was not really productive. Met into chener again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I don't know what's wrong with friends. Why can't just simply say a 'HI', smile or wave ? It's not anything difficult or demanding right. Nd some don't even bother talking to us already. Makes me super angry only. Like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Yeap bengzz, I got it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Alright ! No problem at al. But what's with the sad face huh ?&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Lol don't worry I'm always slow at things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116049254119576604?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116049254119576604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116049254119576604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116049254119576604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116049254119576604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-bring-your-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;ll bring your sexy back.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116018687123444808</id><published>2006-10-07T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:39.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet little girl.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY ZESHENG. Haha. Yesterday was a long day. Went with Cindy nd them to his birthday bbq after hanging around whitesands with the usuals. I thought it was quite awkward. But I enjoyed the &lt;i&gt;roundings&lt;/i&gt; (?). Heehee. Bike rides are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't you tell me the reason why ? Wo hai shi bu dong.&lt;br /&gt;Is everything okay ? Ni zui jing hai hao ba.&lt;br /&gt;If only time could stop then. Wo xiang duo kan ni yi dian.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my selfish wishful thinking. Dan shi wo hen xiang ni.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone please &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; remind me. Of &lt;i&gt;my birthday&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop it. I will breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Shir ltr to Tampines. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. They said that if CCA pts were taken into account, there'd be lesser choices ? Oh btw thnks. Nd I can't stop blogging. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Haha. Isn't it fun ? I know you like it, you bengzz.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. Yeap, I'm so glad (: have you stopped blogging ? How are you.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. So gum day how ? I can't wait till Os are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Back home. Shir nd I had a great time together, simple things makes me smile. It's been years since I bought a &lt;i&gt;friendship band&lt;/i&gt; ? Lol. We shared &lt;u&gt;KFC&lt;/u&gt; popcorn chicken meal. It was super funny lah. She refused to eat the poppers or m&amp;amp;ms that dropped into the chilli sauce ? Ahahah. Then we also got our hairclips from &lt;u&gt;Montip&lt;/u&gt;. We talked, we thought a hell lot, nd joke around in the shops. Oh saw da ge nd hw at Tampines mall too ? Ahahah. Then saw them again on their bikes while we were waiting to cross the road. Lol. Shir even went to church with me. Haha, so nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. I love you ! You're always there for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, not as substitute or whatsoever okay ?&lt;/span&gt; As a true friend I can rely on. Nd vice versa ? Thnks so much my girl, for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, Shir was off to her cousin's birthday bbq, so I went to meet Jaslyn. Wanted to eat our favourite ice-creams, but they weren't selling alr ! Hai. So we were like walking long distances to go back to &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; at the mall to get our milkshake nd ice cream. Had girl talks with her. Met into Chener too (: She's studying real hard ! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn. Do remember, it's not your fault, bi bu kai de. Zhi dao ma ? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would have felt the same way.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm. Anw, thnks. It's nice to share problems together. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because you're the few I can confide in.&lt;/span&gt; Loves.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116018687123444808?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116018687123444808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116018687123444808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116018687123444808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116018687123444808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sweet-little-girl.html' title='My sweet little girl.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-116005424741723286</id><published>2006-10-05T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the tangles of love.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need to complete my Emath test on Loci &amp;amp; Transformation worksheet, Emath exam ppr nd English Comprehension ppr which are al due tomorrow. Can I ? So difficult. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been given stacks nd stacks of many exam pprs from different schools. Got a headache, I don't know where to start from. I don't know what to do. Like so lost ? Oh my tiann lah. Nd to think next week would be our last days in SAC. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time flies. I still remember those days-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just packed my notes nd books into the &lt;i&gt;books gallery&lt;/i&gt;. Lol. I've quite a lot more in the school locker. Oh wells, I'd have to bring it al home soon. Anw. I found my &lt;u&gt;Mickeymouse&lt;/u&gt; diary Shir gave to me. It has been more than &lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; mths since I touched it ? Looking at the empty old pages, I've got an urge to continue using it again. Maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School food's getting worse. Stalls are closing early due to the examination period, depriving us sec4s of our lunch ! Gosh. Prata-ed at last after lessons, then my pancake pizza. Dinner's hokkien prawn mee. Have been gorging myself with food. I gained weight in kilograms. People irritate nd piss me off so easily. I can't stand it. Depression huants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm lazy. I'll plop straight into bed right after this. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19moredays. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-116005424741723286?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116005424741723286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=116005424741723286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116005424741723286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/116005424741723286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-tangles-of-love.html' title='On the tangles of love.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115988154069836039</id><published>2006-10-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco diva dance to the beat.</title><content type='html'>Somehow I haven't got sick of &lt;u&gt;disdainedheart&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. I've got a lot to blog about, but so little time. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st October - Happy Children's Day. We are the deprived little girls. We love WWW to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/powerpuff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/powerpuff.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was back to tuition. After which we went to Tampines CPF building for &lt;u&gt;KFC&lt;/u&gt; before heading home. There was prelim corrections to be done on Microsoft Word. I took hours to complete it with Shir, nd by the time I was done with saving it, it was alr past midnight. Yawns. There goes my time for studying. Monday blues ? New timetable schedule to follow. Social Studies tutorials was pretty alright. I sat between Beefy nd Geraldine ! Hee. School ended at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; muffin nd iced milo this morning. Bus ride with Geraldine to school, so we discussed on Geography. Lol. Walked in together with Jaslyn, seems like we need not go to school that early on Tuesdays ? Oh wells its alright lah. The time was used on completing homeworks. Haha. Going school at 9am seems awkward anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed up my dance-a-thon fundraising card today. 45bucks is alot alright ! I don't even know why we are asking for donations since we're already graduants nd won't be enjoying the &lt;i&gt;previledges&lt;/i&gt; of the school. Sheesh. Lessons as normal. Goodness, they gave us so many papers to complete as homeworks. Amath lesson, had an extra mark for the question on functions. So yes, we also got back our official tabulated prelim results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only passed 6 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;My L1R4 is &lt;u&gt;19&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seems alright ? (But its because they fucking took cca pts as a subject)&lt;br /&gt;In this way. I can't go to any good course.&lt;br /&gt;My L1R5 is &lt;u&gt;31&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bye JCs. Ahahah. I'm hopeless case. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm below expectations.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should draw out a personal schedule for myself ? Aye. I feel lazy again. Marmi's buying home more food tonight. I'm putting on serious weight, horribly true. Food makes me happy though. I got a little sane the whole day, friends think I'm mad. I don't know what's up with al the retarhdness. Just being silly. I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; tutorial slots :&lt;br /&gt;Geography (for the F9s)&lt;br /&gt;Biology (for the failures)&lt;br /&gt;Physics (band 1)&lt;br /&gt;Amath (huh, band1 ?)&lt;br /&gt;English (goodness me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's only &lt;u&gt;21&lt;/u&gt; days to my &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;What's it like ? Just a normal day to go by.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me. Bang bang. I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends late at 4pm everyday. Al the daily routines are making me sleep so much. Cindy say she's going to do critical study sessions with me after we're let off from 12th October onwards. She even help me do some plannings. I hope it'll be intensive nd productive, at the same time fun. Lol. Girlfriend, help me please ? But let me off on &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; day. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir's entry. It got me thinking. I'll blog about those when I have my free mind. Takes courage to overcome those emotions. Sighs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A place that will never be the same anymore-.&lt;/span&gt; So this is where I end my entry with replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim. Haha I'm worse than you remember ? I love you too, partner (: Nd sorry for the times I got angry nd refused to do things. It was so inconsiderate of me.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. I hope so too. Hmm, if only they have maintenence for this few weeks right ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. Yes ! I missed the fun too. You take care alrights ?&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Got it, you &lt;i&gt;bengzz&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Sorry wrong calculation ! Amath is a C. I would like my chewy gums soon. Heehee,&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Lol. You can have N alrights ? I'm glad to share my 'joy'. Hur. One love girl.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Oh I didn't sport you. Nah it's okay yeap ? I'm much better I guess. Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Haha what not bad ! It's BAD enough. You've mistaken the marks alr. Anw, jia yous !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115988154069836039?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115988154069836039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115988154069836039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115988154069836039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115988154069836039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/disco-diva-dance-to-beat.html' title='Disco diva dance to the beat.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115958012387664818</id><published>2006-09-30T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat my heart.</title><content type='html'>Back. I just can't bear to part with my beloved blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I isolated.  Yes, I was emotionally unstable. Didn't have much sincere concerns. It was an awful sight I know. How embarrassing. I'll put it aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Learning journey was alright lah. We had Youth Mission for the two days. A worthwhile experience. It was really fun nd enjoyable, especially with the speakers with their entertaining nd hilarious jokes. Lol. It was lame nd al, but great ya ! I liked the last session, whereby we were supposed to write messages for friends. It was rather sweet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss denyse-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten back al our scripts alr. I dropped a hell lot for my used-to-be best subjects, while the used-to-be lousiest subjects improved. The results are below, not that I'm proud of it, but because it's super horrible : (Amath was moderated nd Chinese is taken from the Os)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - C5&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B3&lt;br /&gt;Emath - B4&lt;br /&gt;Amath - B4&lt;br /&gt;Combined Physics - A2&lt;br /&gt;Combined Biology - E8&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry - C6&lt;br /&gt;Geography Elective - Ugrade (?)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my L1R5 is like a fucking &lt;u&gt;29&lt;/u&gt; nd L1R4 is a fucking &lt;u&gt;25&lt;/u&gt;. I can't go anywhere. I want to try one last tym to do better for the Os, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with the usuals at Whitesands on Friday. We unfortunately met into the whole group of &lt;i&gt;retarhds&lt;/i&gt;. They were shouting al the way from the third level, making everyone look towards their direction. Big attention-seeking gang ? Like oh, we're so scared ? &lt;i&gt;Ha ha&lt;/i&gt;. You want to embarrass my friend, it pissed me off like shiet, so you got it back. Must have traumatised you guys to shut up. We can't stand that particular girl's face either. For goodness sake, don't act &lt;i&gt;beng or lian&lt;/i&gt; when u're not lah ? It effing irritated us. Such a turnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be studying last night. But Jaslyn nd I only completed our Biology tutorial questions by 11pm ahah. Not productive. We ate m&amp;amp;ms, tuna with biscuit, nd twiggies ! I even had beef MOS riceburger when I went home. Sheesh, ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Maybe u can upload somewhere ? Oh. What's so scary. Journal ? It IS fun. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Ahaha alrights. Thnks.&lt;br /&gt;Melody. Okays no problem (:&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Haha don't worry everything's fine now. Thnks for that. Nd yeap, I missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out the whole day with Geraldine nd Jaslyn ! A threesome again, but it wasn't too bad. We had a reaallyyy fun time splashing about at &lt;u&gt;downtown's WWW&lt;/u&gt; right ? Heehee. I turned darker once more. Oh wells. The Tsunami, Shiok River, Ulah-la, Sky Rider nd Jacuzzi. Jaslyn was nice enough to let us pair up for paddling while she sat alone ! Silly her always gets 'bullied' in some rides ? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met new people nd al. They were quite a funny bunch of crew. We even had the KFC meals as well as ice creams nd pancakes (I even had more food when I went home). &lt;u&gt;D'Marquee&lt;/u&gt; was interesting ! They're having like this megasale of &lt;u&gt;MPH&lt;/u&gt; books nd &lt;u&gt;ToysRus&lt;/u&gt; toys for kids. ONE LOVE, yes geraldine ? Lol. So many inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love WWW ! Shall go back there again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, with my initial "N". Ahahahh.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115958012387664818?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115958012387664818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115958012387664818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115958012387664818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115958012387664818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/eat-my-heart.html' title='Eat my heart.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115926383040191949</id><published>2006-09-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:33.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She brought to herself the pain.</title><content type='html'>Melody. Can you find them now ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Let's have another gathering after the Os alright ? Then you can bbq more chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha the ones you have from ECP ? Oh I've uploaded mine alr.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Then I'm happy for you (:&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. You're most welcome, my friend !&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Yeap, kindie surprise ahah. How's the puzzle ?&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Lol, saw your entry alr. Oh my tiann lah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;u&gt;MIA&lt;/u&gt; for a short while. You al won't miss me I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about the Learning Journey we had yesterday, go to geraldine's or beefy's blog. I don't have the mood to blog everything out. I'll still post up pictures in the &lt;u&gt;Bubbleshare&lt;/u&gt; anw. Going to arrange the pictures in the albums too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten back results for &lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; subjects alr. Rejoice, Natalie failed nd she didn't expect it. You are must be &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; happy right. &lt;i&gt;Ha ha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now. Nobody truly cares (Well, maybe the teachers do, but friends are doubtful). Don't ever come to me saying "Cheer up lah nat, don't think so much" etc. Then the next moment you al turn away nd pretend nothing happened. Nd if you were to put yourself in my shoe, how would you feel ? It's so fucking &lt;i&gt;dumb&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt so much. My heads spinning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired. I so very am. Goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten to bring home the piglet biscuit Shir gave me. Sigh. What did you write ? I haven't seen for myself. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's cooking dinner for the family tonight. He's a good cook btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how to bring myself to tell them the horrendous results. I really did study-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115926383040191949?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115926383040191949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115926383040191949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115926383040191949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115926383040191949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-brought-to-herself-pain.html' title='She brought to herself the pain.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115910490513147944</id><published>2006-09-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The glitz nd glamour.</title><content type='html'>Hey al. I'm bacckkk, armed with &lt;u&gt;photos nd videos&lt;/u&gt; to full blast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd September. Met up with Shir first to put our things down at the chalet, pass the key to the rest, nd left for town to do our hair with Jeanette nd Ying. It turned out what to be as not what I wanted, oh wells. Ran all the way to the mrt station since we were running out of time. It brought about many stares nd glances from passerbys, my hair was even referred to as &lt;i&gt;goldilocks&lt;/i&gt; by three immature secondary school boys from a well-known school ? Like hello. Can't you see that I'm rushing for the 'big' night nd my hair is NOT gold. Fuck. The ride back to the chalet was super funny. We were the only &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; passengers, yet we standing on the bus ! Ahahah. Did our makeups nd stuff, then headed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've finally graduated after these &lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt; years together in SAC. It seems so fast. The memories, the times we had will be truly cherished. Yes ? This year's graduation night was held in Ite Simei. Was better than I thought, we had the auditorium. Oh my tiann ? I shook hands with Mrs Joseph nd she took a picture with me. Ha ha. Yeap, going up on stage makes me nervous, I was fooling around backstage, that even Mr Ng was looking. Lol. Nd the speeches made were really meaningful, the words tell. Aww, the slideshow wasn't very good.  Anw. Everyone looked pretty nd beautiful on this very day ! Took many many pictures with the girls. Sadly, I didn't have the chance to take one with Denyse nd some others. Clarissa (junior) came over to pass me ferrero rochers, thnks to the sweet girl ! Oh the buffet was not really er, good. But we ate our &lt;i&gt;dimsums&lt;/i&gt; haha. The sec3s who served us food were very friendly, so I took a picture of them as well. Heehee ! That's about all to summarise everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to the chalet with them. Our feets hurt badly. We had &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; for supper while watching tv. Pillow fights. Was too tired that we just washed up, changed nd plopped into bed. Lol. Jayne brought along red wine ! We had a hard time prying out the cork from the bottle. Woke up next morning feeling so hyper. AHAHAH, sort of went high ! I was looking forward to the chalet more than graduation night I guess. We went out to have breakfast together at Whitesands' Yakun, after which Beefy nd Ying joined us at the supermarket to get more food etc. I left for home to upload the pictures to my laptop, nd dad drove me down to another supermarket to get barbeque materials. He made for us the chickens. Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the chalet to meet them nd lazed around while waiting for the evening. Cam-whored group photos etc. Carmen, Sheryl, Sam nd Charzzy came soon after. We prepared the food, whereas Beefy, Jeanette, Jayne nd Melody were the barbeque-ers ! They made yummy food for us. I think the fish with cheese was a reaalllyy good creation. Hahas. Got high again, with all the wine nd jollyshandys (no wait it doesn't make me drunk). Some left around 7 to 9pm, so the rest decided to take funny pictures with the party masks nd lightsticks again. Oh we have this green tea ad caught on video too ! Super hilarious. I'm the director, with Jeanette, Geraldine, Shir nd Beefy featured ! Loll. Had so much food we could almost burst ? Even ice-cream nd fruits to finish up. Only four of us stayed over on Saturday night, we knocked out pretty fast I suppose. Jaslyn nd Jayne came over the next morning to eat nd pack up with us. Checked out at around 11.10am nd left for home. Slept till 7pm ! Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'll end it off here for now. I'm pleased with my Service Award nd the testimony given. A great weekend has ended, it was fab !&lt;br /&gt;P.s For videos nd pictures, go to my youtube nd bubbleshare on the leftside navigations. Too lazy to put it up here. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. I'll share my pictures with you ! Surrender yours lol.&lt;br /&gt;Denyse. Haha really ? Thnks (: Oh man I want to take a picture with you !&lt;br /&gt;Melody. You're most welcome ! The hotdog fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Haha thnks. You were a very pretty one too !&lt;br /&gt;Kim. Sure babe ! I hope it's okay. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;Ying. Yo back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115910490513147944?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115910490513147944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115910490513147944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115910490513147944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115910490513147944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/glitz-nd-glamour.html' title='The glitz nd glamour.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115888408480248365</id><published>2006-09-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al my girls in the rainbow cadillac.</title><content type='html'>OH I'M BLOGGING AGAIN HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late to school this morning since I had to rush through the slideshows. Dad sent me there, but due to the super heavy traffic jam up to 7.20am, I had to report late ! Sheesh. Got caught for skirt nd socks, they even wanted to question about those gerberias (?). I won't even let them get hold of it lah, they're for Kim ! Right, Geraldine ? Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, happy SWEET 16 dearest kimmie babe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our SS papers today. Was so effing demoralising please. I dropped 3 grades down to a &lt;u&gt;C6&lt;/u&gt;. Ms ------- --- can be so horrible nd strict. Damn her. My structured was quite alright. But because of her marking scheme for the source-base, my marks were pulled down badly. I'm like 130th in the level ! Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Shir came over this evening to do our nails. It took &lt;u&gt;hours&lt;/u&gt; I tell you. French manicure can be such a headache. She left after that, while I rushed to pack some stuff to dump at the chalet. Marmi drove me over to meet the usuals. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for making you guys wait. &lt;/span&gt;Hung up our dresses, shove our shoeboxes into the closet nd the food into the fridge. We're at block &lt;u&gt;A&lt;/u&gt; ! The 2 rooms were pretty alright I guess. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, it brought back memories-. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt; There were guys barbequeing right outside our doors ! Chicken wings to share ? Lol. Went home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken by sister at 6.09am. Omfg. She thought I have school or something. I can't get back to sleep so I'm here blogging once more. Someone switched off my laptop last night, so I'm not sure if anyone was msn-ing me ! Haha. Smsed replies to Kai nd Shir. She's also awake alr! Hahahah. Maybe I'll redo my nails. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again. It's now 8am. 1 nd a half more hours till I get out of the house. I should start preparing more stuff to bring over to the chalet later. Mahjong set, hfone charger, toiletries, extra clothes for sleepover. It's like I'm more excited for the chalet rather than the graduation night at ITE Simei. Going to be a hectic day for us all ! Will blog again very soon, with pictures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid for the slideshow. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Yes, it's nice. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Nah, it's your own hardwork that's paid off, little girl ! Heehee. Don't be too sad about the Hawaii thing okays ? It should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. HAHA ! Shhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115888408480248365?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115888408480248365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115888408480248365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115888408480248365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115888408480248365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/al-my-girls-in-rainbow-cadillac.html' title='Al my girls in the rainbow cadillac.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115875033532533904</id><published>2006-09-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All these city streets the people look the same.</title><content type='html'>This would probably be the last entry for this week, until I get home on Sunday evening. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Had to cab down to school today with Jayne since we woke up late, lol. The fare was madness I tell you, surcharge nd al. The social ettiquette talk for our class was pretty interesting, though I was falling asleep at some point of time. So the lady made me show the class on how to handle a cup of tea/coffee the correct way. Dang. Was called out with Kim due to the graduation slideshow thing. The teacher-in-charge found faults with it. We didn't get to eat our recess lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The amount of time of the presentation is quite short.&lt;br /&gt;2) Some of the pictures resolution are too blurred if enlarged on the screen of the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;3) Must add more slides n captions.&lt;br /&gt;4) No music to go with it as they are not from original CDs.&lt;br /&gt;5) 'Windows Movie Maker' might not work on the computer which is going to be used at ITE.&lt;br /&gt;6) If al these still problematic, our class slideshow will be removed. We'll have to go without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello ? Who was the one who told me the slides were too slow at first. Nd the pictures are blurred because of the effects yanno. What's wrong with downloaded songs for the picture video ? It's just a presentation for goodness sake. Oh nd I don't think ITE's computers are so lousy that there's no 'Windows Movie Maker' right ? Sheesh. What rotten luck. We have to redo the whole thing al over again ! There goes another sleepness night. Good luck to three of us, Geraldine, Kim nd I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my gold 'PC monitor' badge this morning. Effing saddening lah. Actually, it made my mood worse. Friends tried to help me find it everywhere, but to no avail. As if the student who found it won't want to keep it for herself. So there goes. It meant so much, I wanted to keep it as a memoir. But now I'll just have to presume that : Natalie's stripped of from her class committee role ? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/WACKIEST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/WACKIEST.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look ! Nice photo of 4/8's class committee, eh ? Some are wacky (like Kim, Aynn nd Fel), funny (Peiwen nd Shir) while some just couldn't be bothered (oh us ?). Ehehehh. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where's her wide smile ? ): No more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation night rehearsal in the afternoon was pretty funny nd amusing, since Mr Hamzah joked alot. Lol. We were like laughing our heads off ! So yeap. Middle section are for those VIPs, guests, parents as well as student leaders receiving 'Merit' nd front sections would be some others with 'Appreciation'. I'm in the 7th last row (according to classes) with Jayne nd Xue er, N29 left, under 'Service'. Nd I don't see any big difference between 'Service' nd just 'Testimonial', although the latter is said to be just a normal one. How retarhded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 4pm. Geraldine nd I went to Whitesands to get some stuff. We bought dinner home too ! Ahahah. Yummy noodles nd chicken from &lt;u&gt;Munchhouse&lt;/u&gt;. Met ahkor at the bus stop, he's going out I suppose. Dad was alr home with cousin nd sister. I'm not sure if he's going to cook dinner for me. Oh myy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the two to come online nd help me out ! Lol. Patience (:&lt;br /&gt;* GERALDINE ND KIM HURRY HURRY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's with al the last minute changes again ? It's not only once. Fucked up lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. Yes, celebrate ! But not for long, ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Alrights, hahaha I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Don't be so sad ! Must be optimistic ya ? Smile girl, good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115875033532533904?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115875033532533904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115875033532533904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115875033532533904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115875033532533904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-these-city-streets-people-look.html' title='All these city streets the people look the same.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115866947419201427</id><published>2006-09-19T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour me the vodka shake.</title><content type='html'>I saw the notice : "Blogger will be down for maintenance tomorrow for 15 minutes starting at 4pm (Pacific Time)." Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dinner surprisingly. Not a problem. I'm so tired. So very tired. My throats hurting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was at 10am instead. Had &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; in the early morning with the usual at Whitesands before taking the bus. Last prelim paper today, though I had many careless mistakes. The plans for the chalet went out of hand. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't stand people who give last minute notices.&lt;/span&gt; I still want the supper that night, Simpang bedok ? Yay. Jaslyn, Geraldine nd I went town together to complete the list for graduation night. Pedicure, has not been settled yet. There's other stuff I want to get ? Like the &lt;u&gt;Revoltage&lt;/u&gt; tee, nd the belt I found at long last. Ate at Cine's Kobayashi. Trained home by evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about what had happened. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It made me traumatised nd cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There wasn't, when I needed someone for security nd reliance. Then I wouldn't be harmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Nah, don't say that ya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Yeap ! We must have fun nd eat our fill. Heh. Thnks for teaching me new words btw. Nd hey, I'm not a potato !&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Woahh. That is very high. Lol. But like they say, nothing is impossible ya ? Silly girl, you won't fail al yanno ? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. No lah. It's not ugly ! Thnks for it. I know I'm wonderful. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly. Hey kim ! I'll miss sitting infront of you too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115866947419201427?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115866947419201427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115866947419201427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115866947419201427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115866947419201427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/pour-me-vodka-shake.html' title='Pour me the vodka shake.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115857985767109759</id><published>2006-09-18T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you held my hand under the table.</title><content type='html'>This was how I did my studying yesterday. HAHAHA. So not condusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Study%20area.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Study%20area.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amath ppr2 today was horrendous ! It was done so badly I don't have confidence in passing the subject for overall. But I was quite happy with the Trigonometry nd Matrices questions, I could do most of them I suppose. The &lt;i&gt;'best'&lt;/i&gt; part was not even attempting question 11, a whole 12 marks gone like that. Everyone at least tried so that there is a possibility for them to get some marks or so. Wtf ? Super effed up. What about me ? I skipped the question. I calculated around 34 marks gone out of 80. I'm so angry with myself. Fine. It's over with. Tomorrow's the last paper, Physics/Biology MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the 'Battle of Boynes 2' with Agnes. HAHA it was funny. We crushed up paper balls to throw at one another after the collection of scripts. It flew around in different directions around us. Lol. Lunched with the usuals at Whitesands. We went to the park as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/hehh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/hehh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have career guidance as well as lessons for the next two days, then would be graduation night. &lt;s&gt;Wow&lt;/s&gt;, ITE Simei. Hurr. Take many many pictures pretty please ! I'm more looking forward to the chalet nd barbeque instead. (Please get info from me soon alright). Goodbye Prelims, but welcome results, very soon. Sheesh. This year passed very quickly, eh ? In just a few more months, after the Olevels, I'm out of this damn school. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXyTNu9DLe4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXyTNu9DLe4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harleys are all-time favourites. Video courtesy (?) from Kai. Ehehehhehs. I love black bikes. But today I saw one Honda model which was white nd gold. Pretty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/as.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/asdfasdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/asdfasdf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anw. Kai kai drew the above as a similar picture as my display picture on Msn. Effing cute lah. Ahahahah. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xie xie ni. &lt;/span&gt;Here's one in return for you then :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Copy%20of%20Image%281314%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Copy%20of%20Image%281314%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taaa-daaahhh ! (Sorry I know its awful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/kai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Video Music Awards was awesome. Panic ! At the Disco performed well, so did others like Shakira nd Christina. HOTT. Mcr was performing at the 70th level, goodness like how cool. Heh. Another repeat of Vma 2006 is on Wednesday, September 20th at 3pm on &lt;u&gt;MTV&lt;/u&gt;. Be sure to catch it if you haven't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. You're most welcome ! Thnks for finding mine interesting too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Thnks for the encouragement ya. So how ? The paper ball fight. AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha ! Funny little girl. I'm going to rewrite a new one to update I suppose. Why so high expectations ?&lt;br /&gt;Kai. I will be happy. Nd I will threaten you with those photos too. Don't you dare ! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. SUPERR lol. But don't you worry, you're still pretty. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. You're back ! Yeap. Haha. Now's one more to go ! Good luck my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I say. I saw a uniquely pink car. A wedding car at church ! Hee. It was so sweet please. I took a shot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281295%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281295%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast was hotdog bread. Lunch was lontong nd chicken wing nd ice cream today. Even while blogging, I can munch on my delifrance pastry nd Tapioca chips. I'm still greedy for maggie mee. Should I ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh dad's buying me a burger. My goodness ! How can I even lose weight in time for graduation night like this ? Sigh. Smack me lah. My throat's hurting now.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit2]&lt;br /&gt;50 mins more nd I'll have to leave home to meet the usuals for breakfast then school. Heehee ! I've overslept for the longest time today. Couldn't wake up. There's not enough time to study. Oh wells. I'll pray hard for this last paper.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115857985767109759?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115857985767109759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115857985767109759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115857985767109759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115857985767109759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/way-you-held-my-hand-under-table.html' title='The way you held my hand under the table.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115845970915251815</id><published>2006-09-17T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:31.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss your smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/u&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Bad mood. I may attitude.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're nice to me, then no worries.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the motivation to study. So poof, there goes my Saturday not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tuition today. Probably won't help my ppr2 on Monday. It's useless. Trigonometry, Relative Velocity, Differentiation, Integration etc. I've got problems with al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beefy's (Genevieve) blog layout is so pretty ! I like reading her entries too. Yes, what's with the silly school, shouldn't graduation be in the Mandarin hotel nd prom held in ITE Simei instead, nd not the other way round ? Moreover, it should al be after the Olevels, the heavy burden. Now everyone's pimples are appearing lah. Goodness me. Tsk tsk. Horrible planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered. &lt;i&gt;Miss VIP&lt;/i&gt; ahahah. Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Don't laugh too much ah. Lol. Thnks.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Hurry hurry. I'm waiting !&lt;br /&gt;Ying. Haha, but you still did in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Be prepared alrights ! Victory is mine, you'll wave your white flag for me, lol. You know a song that goes ".. there will be no white flag above my head.." ? Ahah I'll sing to you. I'll try. Nd thnks btw. Smile hor.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Really ? Hahas ! Nice right ? -BEAAMMS. We both so love hot chocolate. Ehehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Oh mann. Forgot to publish. It's 10.07am so I've got to rush to Tampines soon. Loves !&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115845970915251815?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115845970915251815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115845970915251815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115845970915251815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115845970915251815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-your-smile.html' title='I miss your smile.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115834754902132263</id><published>2006-09-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mannequins of love.</title><content type='html'>Stirred up quite a commotion. Even those who didn't leave any comments or whatsoever, read my blog nd know what was going on. Oh my tiann. Never expected this sort of thing before. Let's just leave it, okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's prelims. Emath was alright I suppose. But was disheartened later on. I screwed up my Geography. I didn't know we were suppose to pick either Q2 &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; Q3. I did BOTH. See my big mistake ? No wonder I had so little time to complete the essays, because I did an extra one, so my answers were al short, making no sense. Nd after tuition ended about 4.30pm, I went home to catch up on some sleep. By the time I awoke, it was alr past midnight ! Practised my math, wasting like an hour on each question. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thnks kaikai for your companion nd help yeah. Please don't laugh at me again ah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amath nd physics were surprisingly not very demanding as we thought, though there were difficulties. Estimated about 22 marks out of 80 blanked, surely a gone-case for Amath paper. I'd be glad if I passed them both (I didn't prepare anything for Physics you see, just looked through the MYE paper only). Then again, the answers I gave were al so crapped up ? Goodness me. Kim got so stressed (nah, she was just playing) that she broke her ruler into two ! Lol. Agnes nd I had the 'Battle of Boynes' with crushed up papers. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;i&gt;2 more days&lt;/i&gt; of the prelims. I've to constantly remind myself that I can pull through, sheesh. After the end of prelims, would then be enrichments as well as graduation night, al in the same week. Time to plan for the gathering ! Finally it's the weekends lah ? Went Downtown with the usuals to have our little steamboat sets for lunch. We got ourselves drenched &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; times in the rain ! Once at the school's bus stop, nd then at Pasir Ris. Sent Jayne off before we had a threesome. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/fourofus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/fourofus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, took pictures (Lazy to post seperately so I did the same as ger's). In the beloved Whitesands, the new scene ; the 'New Orchard Road'. HAHA. Jan was so right about that statement, the mall's still having a renovation change. But new shops are appearing like 'Watts In', which the nearest was in town, at Fareast. We've gotten our earrings today. Ehehehhehs. There's more varieties of food outlets too ! Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plopped into bed from evening till close to midnight. I am so very tired. Marmi was the one who woke me up from my beauty sleep. Dang, hahahah. Now I feel so much more awake. I don't even think I had a dream, not a single one for the whole stretch of this week. Kitty cat came to visit our home for milk again. Ahkor told me he always buy nd feed catfood to it al the time. No wonder its so FATT. Ahahs. Look at the maomao :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuGn8ijqA_E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuGn8ijqA_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Thnks for commenting. Talking to you makes me happy. At least I know someone who'd be there for me. You're my loveliest girl !&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai. Ehehehhehs. I see you being so vulgar ! Lol. But yeah, thnks anyway my friend ! Oh, what's with that last sentence huh ?&lt;br /&gt;Guanwei. HAHAHA. Bill gate's father ? You very funny lah. Okay thnks for comment, nd hopefully I'll be able to get in there. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Anonymous. I'm not sure if you're still coming by around this blog, but I shall just leave you a message I suppose. It's alright. I got it al clear now, thnks for the information, nd er, my apologies for the 'threats'. All the best to you too.&lt;br /&gt;Angela. Most probably ? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Yes ! I'm al prepared ahahs. Why so stressed ? Still young, don't worry too much. You said so, better be soon ! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coldplay ; Nd the tears come streaming down your face. When you lose something you that you can't replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste. Could it be worse ? -13Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanno what's one of the many favourite sweet things I like ? Taaa-taa-taa-ddaaaahh :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281283%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, it's not the &lt;i&gt;bread&lt;/i&gt;. Hahas. It is Cadbury's hot chocolate. Lol. Oh I haven't stirred the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Cindy came online. Said she misses me ! Hee. Thnks Syy for the song yeap. Going to redo the whole Bubbleshare thing. Then to church ltr, as well as out to &lt;u&gt;Mng&lt;/u&gt; with marmi. Oh yays. Anw. Am still waiting to save up for those polka-dotted shoes. I need moneyyy. She told me yesterday that she bought her pretty new heels at 75.90. Wtf ? It's twice my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : You know why I buy anot ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : What happen.&lt;br /&gt;Her : I cross the road ah, then one of the heel of the old pair got stuck at the drain thing. Then I want to turn back nd get, but one car went pass nd &lt;i&gt;PRAGG&lt;/i&gt;. The shoe like that.&lt;br /&gt;Me : HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to the blog. Changed the song as well. I've got the codes for 'Truly Madly Deeply' nd 'Candyshop' as well. AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went back to sleep. I finally dreamt. Hmm. It was something about us, but I can't seem to rmb-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115834754902132263?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115834754902132263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115834754902132263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115834754902132263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115834754902132263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-mannequins-of-love.html' title='My mannequins of love.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115815472355699521</id><published>2006-09-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:30.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I write sins not tragedies.</title><content type='html'>Emath ppr2 nd Geography tomorrow. Oh my tiann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. The aunties at the &lt;u&gt;Munchhouse&lt;/u&gt; was looking at my uniform today ? I thought what was wrong. Then she asked the three of us some funny stuff ! Heh. Oh wells. Then, there was this effing cute little girl at the bus interchange. She thought I was a prefect ! Lol. She went : "Mommy, look she's a prefect ! Mommy, how come she bought food too, nd she's going home.." Hahas. Our school uniforms have a tie which is compulsory as dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cooked dinner today. It was simply yummy yums. Ahah. BEEF STEAK -beeaaamms. I was eating like a happy girl. Then I went back to my room. Faced by the pile of notes nd texts. So yeap, I went home SUPER early today ? At about 10.45am. He was at home nd he asked "How come so early come home ? No school ah ?". Lol, you see, my parents don't know I have examinations. Goodness. I was sleeping like a log al the way till the afternoon at 4-5pm ! Trying to focus on studying now, but not productive. Formulas nd processes. It al doesn't seem to get into my head. End here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Ahah no thnks, no more curry for now please. Alright, I'm watching you !&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Yeap. You'll have to turn around nd smile too lah. Haha, okay ?&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Hey ! Lol you take care too ya ? Let's go study again soon for sure, I'll ask this time round. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Yeah, I'm waiting. A few more months.&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Can't help it ? Lol. Help meee again please. Amath !&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous. Passerby ? Appreciate the comment. Er, are you sure about the part you said : "For O levels, your papers are marked by at least 2 distinguished cambridge professors." ? Then how about the MT Olevels, aren't the papers marked by school teachers ? Because that's what my school teacher told us. So I'm not sure. Sorry. Realised my mistakes, but hey, I didn't say I was not going to study. Thnks for dropping by anw, it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Yeah you better, little girl ! Heh. Let's chat again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a stupid &lt;i&gt;kid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't grown up.&lt;br /&gt;This I admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115815472355699521?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115815472355699521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115815472355699521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115815472355699521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115815472355699521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-write-sins-not-tragedies.html' title='I write sins not tragedies.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115805552623261630</id><published>2006-09-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:30.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was once a royalty.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY SWEET 16 BIRTHDAY KELSEYYY. -12sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had 5 instant msg nd 3 smses while I fell asleep. Most went offline alr by then. Dang. Got woken up by the loud msn call ! It was a fortunate thing ? Otherwise I wouldn't even have studied ANYTHING for the next exam. Phews. Pure Chemistry today. I suppose it was quite alright, not too demanding. Just that the mcq options were so close, it was difficult to choose between 2 answers. Sheesh. Did many many careless mistakes nd blanked out on the topic : Macromolecules. You see, I didn't get to read my thick text at al. Sigh. I only did about 3 or 4 hours of studying on this subject, nd depended on the Fys only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our lunch together again, this tym at Whitesands foodcourt. Shared curry chicken with Jayne. Beamms. I'm trying to diet please, but temptations irrisistable, lol. Met some familiar faces there. We had a race on the fastest Yakult drinker after that, nd I won quickly. Hahas. I even had bubble tea before heading home. I'm bloated, I hope I won't eat too much later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281273%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281273%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright. Off to sleep for an hour or so. But I'd be online the whole day again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I slept too long. It's alr 5.35am lah. Going to read my notes nd attempt Tys/Fys if possible. Time is slipping away from my hands. Music for entertainment. &lt;i&gt;Butterfly junk playlist&lt;/i&gt;. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love to blog, I think I should be spending more time on my studies just for this week. Amath nd Emath needs to be worked on. But now I'm hungry, but there's no dinner. Oh my tiann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I somehow don't get why Singapore have to be so education-minded. No high education means low-standard. Like hello ? Isn't talent nd skills more important ? The sciences are understandable. Still, we don't do sales nd communication by using these formulas from Amath nd Emath right ? We don't go like : Hang on, I need to apply my algebra to get your change. Or even worse, differentiation nd integration. Then again, the society is known to be like that, typical. Everyone thinks ITE is bad, it's the worst place. But look, if your electronics spoil or things need to get repaired, u get someone with technical skills nd al. So what if you go university, have al the scholarships nd etc ? You don't even know basics. People have different abilities yanno. Maybe one excel in the sciences, but because of the maths, they have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Olevels we don't get the papers back. What if some teachers who mark the papers are more lenient/strict than others ? There might be some marking mistake as well, who knows. See, this is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I just so hate studying. Maybe the country should develop on the performing arts ? Lol. Must be the stress I'm having. I need some chocolate nd junk food.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit2]&lt;br /&gt;Marmi actually booked the chalet on my birthday. But I told her I have my Os (she don't even know I have exams now what more that sheesh) so she say nevermind, she'd offer up the chalet to ahkor to celebrate his &lt;i&gt;chinese&lt;/i&gt; 18th birthday instead (since his english one is on the 12th). Adding that I "don't need to celebrate birthday lor". Wtf lah. I alr know it's not going to be &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; sixteen but you don't have to say that right. I'm trying not to remember the stupid whole birthday thing (deja vu) nd here you added salt to the wound. So I went to ahkor (who was obviously happy himself) nd told him that since he's celebrating on my birthday, why not I have a present. But of course, I was being sarcastic. I only hope that everyone would wish me, with cards too, that would gladly be good enough I guess. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit3]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Don't know why. But this tears falled. Shirleen, the world's not black yet. We'll get through it together. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Your most welcome ! Nd thnks for commenting. Smiles !&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Alright then. It's not my fault okay hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha, little girl no alcohol ! I don't mind yeap. I'm a good listener. I still owe you a letter rmb ? Gosh. When you want it. After prelims get it alright !&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Sure you can. I haven't been able to catch up with you. Sms okay ? Don't worry I'll eat it soon. Ahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115805552623261630?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115805552623261630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115805552623261630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115805552623261630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115805552623261630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-once-royalty.html' title='It was once a royalty.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115796440651794476</id><published>2006-09-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been alone in the crowded room well I'm here with you.</title><content type='html'>10th September. HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN BEEFY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long sleep until the afternoon on Sunday. By the time I realised, I've alr missed out church as well as tuition. Continued to laze around, eating my porridge while watching Mtv channel. Then dad played this DVD show ; Crash. It was quite a nice movie I guess. ? Almost made me cry. He went out ltr, so I got restless not knowing what else to do. Then, I happily found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281263%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281263%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehehehhehs. Yes ! Vodka Absolut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281264%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281264%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding it to my drink. This is what happens when I get reaallyyy bored. Who wants some ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with my Emath Tys again, skipped many questions. Then went out for dinner with cousin nd sister, had some talks. Laughed nd cursed about those primary school days. Got home nd marmi made me eat more food. Oh my tiann, stop ! I'm getting super fat now lah. Hai. So I decided to do my Emath Tys to cover al the different topics. Music nd chatting was my companion. I couldn't sleep anw, so I thought I might as well just be nocturnal or something. Busied myself al the way till early morning, then I packed my stuff nd went to prepare for school. Gave a friend his morning call too. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281268%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281268%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the bad thing's that I almost fell asleep &lt;u&gt;3&lt;/u&gt; times on my Emath Prelim paper ! Wasted those precious time. Rarrh. I got al my mathematical set except for that compass. ? Nd who knows, a 9-mark question came out for the topic on Loci. Arguibalrejhk ! No choice but to try freehand. Moreover, I counted 11 marks of my paper, left &lt;i&gt;blanked&lt;/i&gt;. Gosh. I hope the Emath paper2 would be much better ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at downtown with the usuals. It's been a long time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.56pm nd I just got up from my afternoon nap. Outside was like bright morning clouds with the sounds of birds chirpping. The first thing that came to my mind was that it's &lt;i&gt;Tuesday&lt;/i&gt; alr : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait, what time is it ? How come nobody called me up ? So fast morning alr, but I'm still home ! I got my prelims today ! Dont tell me I'm gnna miss it&lt;/span&gt; (I so wanted to burst out crying). Only when I looked at my hfone nd saw the msg from Kai kai, I realised it was still &lt;i&gt;Monday afternoon&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, silly silly me. Mock nd laugh al you want. I feel like an ass too. This is the third or fourth time I mistook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't started studying for my Pure Chemistry exam which is on tomorrow. I'll start by 7pm then. Lol. I'm still not sure whether to give up on this subject, or on Amath. Since both are equally er, bad.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha, yes little girl. You can tell me about it anytime if you want to share.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Hmm, yeap. I suppose so, hahas. See you.&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Heyy, don't worry I'm trying (: You take care too.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. What song is that ? Lol. Oh nd, for making you late for church, sorry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281269%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281269%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A special reply to whom-it-may-concern :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. I know, I know. You're trying to tell me that I'm being so silly right. It's already over, but-. I don't know how to tell it to you here. Things are always complicating. Don't feel bad, it'll only make me feel worse. Of course you can make me feel a little better, though not for the heart. Love is al the same, it's the person that makes it different. Thnks for the juicy fruit nd bubble gum. Thnks for being there for me nd with me whenever I need someone. Thnks for not flaring up whenever I turned nasty or showed you attitude. Thnks for understanding me. But, why can't you answer whether you'd be my true friend ? Certainly I would &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; you to. I want us to be true friends, not just friends, even up till we get out of this damn school. I love you, my bestest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281267%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281267%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My strawberry lollipop. Unbearable to eat, I kept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115796440651794476?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115796440651794476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115796440651794476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115796440651794476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115796440651794476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever-been-alone-in-crowded.html' title='Have you ever been alone in the crowded room well I&apos;m here with you.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115782011232383787</id><published>2006-09-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:30.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jon told me about the moon eclipse thing. Wanted to take a look for myself, so I tried to find the moon before 2.05am, but to no avail ! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today I guess. Awoke late when dad came home. He brought lunch back for sister nd I, chicken rice ! Ehehehhehs. Watched Mtv channel whole noon till about 3pm ? Then prepared nd al to meet Chener. Omg I was late as usual. So we studied at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt;, then went for dinner at the CS foodcourt (Kimchi fried rice !), after which we headed back to do more studies. Hahas. We had chats as well, she's quite nice afterall. Pretty, sweet lady. Sadly, didn't take any pictures. Lol. I would love to go out with her again. Nd we'll curse the * ! Ahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to walk through the park today. Dark path at night. I was thinking alot. Maybe a little too much that I almost-. Dad left me dinner as well. Oh my tiann. He cooked it al so I'm to appreciate. Ate it for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know. I don't know why. Natalie, you're lying to yourself. Knowing that you cannot forget, but you still put up a false front. Because I don't want others to see me weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to assume, because I might make a mistake. But everything's just so confusing, I think that maybe I did. It's hard to understand. Why al this mess ? I still haven't got my answer. Nd I'm afraid. Can't you see ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single is okay. I have my advantage of having no big commitments. Yet I miss those times tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't make a difference anw. If there's a miracle, you would talk to me again. I waited but to no avail. So I love&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;. You can never tell how much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting again this Monday. Oh the blues. Tuition's postponed to Thursday, tomorrow there's church nd studying. No one would go to the foodfair nd booksales at Sg Expo with me alr then. I shouldn't have shared about this. Forget it lah, I can go another time after the examinations nd al. I know I'm over-sensitive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder where's my true friend ): I reeaallyyy need one. Shir, are you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Haha, petite in size ! Like a xiao mei (: Well maybe, then we share the same type of feelings. Understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I still love. Because I'm still waiting-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;"I Cry" - by Shayne Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I fell apart&lt;br /&gt;I fell from all we had&lt;br /&gt;To I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I needed you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to let things go&lt;br /&gt;I know, you told me so&lt;br /&gt;I've been through hell&lt;br /&gt;To break the spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand another day without you&lt;br /&gt;Without the feeling&lt;br /&gt;I once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry silently&lt;br /&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;You would know just how&lt;br /&gt;How hard I try&lt;br /&gt;Not to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could believe in something new&lt;br /&gt;Oh please somebody tell me it's not true (oh girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand another day without you&lt;br /&gt;Without the feeling&lt;br /&gt;I once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry silently&lt;br /&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have you back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;If I could lose the pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I would do just anything&lt;br /&gt;To make you see&lt;br /&gt;You still love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry silently&lt;br /&gt;I cry inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm lonely as can be&lt;br /&gt;I cry hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115782011232383787?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115782011232383787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115782011232383787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115782011232383787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115782011232383787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-promises.html' title='No promises.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115772319111050657</id><published>2006-09-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:29.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like crying. Haha laugh at me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Swimming with Jaslyn from 1030am till 12pm. Mostly just stood around in the water complaining lol. I was kind of embarrassed, because I've forgotten my skills alr. It's been years since I last entered the pool. Arms ached after that. Showered nd changed, nd realised I've become a blackie. Omfg. Oh we had our Korean cuisine which was super yummy. The service was much better as compared to other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281251%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281251%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went for Amath tuition, completed paper1 within the 2 hours, which was relatively easy as they said. I supposedly scored &lt;u&gt;85.5%&lt;/u&gt; for it ? I had many careless mistakes though. If only this was my Olevels. Then Jaslyn nd I went to Whitesands to grab some bite ; junk food. Had a pastry, then some &lt;i&gt;Choco-pillows&lt;/i&gt; as well as &lt;i&gt;Jollytots&lt;/i&gt;. Read magazines in the library, found ourselves a book each too. A long 2-3 hours buried in them, totally engrossed. I like mine ! Yet I've yet to complete reading. Lol. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start on Biology nd Physics at 10pm. I fell asleep even before finding my Biology TYS yesterday. Bahh. Pure Chemistry nd Geography tomorrow perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Haha but of course. More fun next time.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Not bad right ! Ahahh. Al the enjoyables, thnks.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. No problem, little girl ! Lol don't mind me calling you that. So we've somehow got similar problems huh ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115772319111050657?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115772319111050657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115772319111050657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115772319111050657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115772319111050657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/death-by-dress.html' title='Death by dress.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115763984406993457</id><published>2006-09-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to tell.</title><content type='html'>[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of hers made me envious, I give up. Pretty girls, I can't be compared to. Promise to make no more of such silly mistakes. Laugh, alright I've to look forward now. No worries. I'm stronger than what I seem. Bring it on, I can do it (: Sure thing. Single, nd &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; loving it. Still got my friends, eh ? Maybe I really could be a nerd. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. I'll see the situation when the time comes. Go with the flow, there could be twists nd turns, changes al the time. Friends, they come nd go, only true ones stay. I need not see her alr after I leave school. So I shouldn't bother. That's the way, I'm not going to give a heck about matters in life, being so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair when 4/7 need not abide the rules of being locked out of the module class. I don't think they need to attend it anw. I can't stand their stupid complains. Some of our 4/8 girls couldn't find any seats so they left the class instead. Wtf lah. We are at a disadvantage. Nd I still don't get what it means by 'binary compounds'. Anw, I passed the MCQ for Pure Chemistry Mocks. That's quite a happy thing to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know my mood's bad. It's getting way worse now. Don't push me to my limits. Don't make things difficult for everyone. Or I'll hate you even more. Stop the pretence, it's getting us effing annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school with Jaslyn, since Jayne's somewhere with her significant other. Lol. We walked around Tampines, ate at &lt;u&gt;KFC&lt;/u&gt;, then went to our usual Whitesands. Coming down the bus, I didn't look at where I was going. The next thing I know, I was lying flat on the ground alr ! Omfg it was way embarrassing. The aunties got a shock nd I myself was wondering what I was doing. It was somehow rather a slow action ? AHAHA. Jaslyn was so mean to laugh at me then ! Well, my leg suffered abrasions from the cemented floor. I'm effing sad lahh. Sigh. It's an awful sight now, hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read magazines in the library, then walked a distance to Downtown's foodcourt for early dinner. The varieties there makes us drool, what's more, the prices are reasonable. I'm craving for the Korean cuisine for tomorrow's dinner, BIBIMBAP or SABA FISH SET. I've done with reading up the whole of the Biology guidebook. Now it's time for me to attempt FYS/TYS later in the midnight ! Dad bought me a filet-0 burger from &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; for supper too. Yummys please. I've been greedy with food nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281250%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281250%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still have the Maths, Physics, Pure Chemistry nd Geography to study. Don't think I'd be going for tomorrow's extra lesson. Swimming with Jaslyn instead, hopefully. Then there's Amath tuition as well. I don't think I have enough time to complete studies in this way. So yeap, here's the quiz Lydia made me do, to end off my entry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Full name: Natalie Erika Lai Yu Wen&lt;br /&gt;2. Name backwards: Eilatan&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you named after someone?: I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;4. Meaning of name: Born on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. Nickname: Nat&lt;br /&gt;6. Screen name: Naat&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B: 24 October 1990&lt;br /&gt;8. Place of birth: Singapore , Mount Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;9. Nationality: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;10. Current location: My bedroom&lt;br /&gt;11. Star sign: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;12. Religion: Roman catholic&lt;br /&gt;13. Height: 157cm or so&lt;br /&gt;14. Weight: Heavy&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe size: 38/8/6&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair color: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;17. Eye color: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you look like: Marmi's eyes but more resemblance of Dad&lt;br /&gt;19. Innie or outtie: Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;20. Lefty or righty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;21. Gay, straight, bi or others: Straight&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends: Aren't always the best&lt;br /&gt;23. Best friends you trust most: Might not be the closest&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite pals: Jaslyn, Shir, Jayne, Cindy (just to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;25. Best friend of opposite sex: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;26. Best buddies: What's the difference ?&lt;br /&gt;27. Boyfriend or girlfriend: Currently no&lt;br /&gt;28. Crush: Secret&lt;br /&gt;29. Parents: Doing fine I suppose&lt;br /&gt;30. Worst Enemy: It is obvious I detest someone&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online guy: *secret* Oh ! Nd Kai kai too&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite online girl: None&lt;br /&gt;33. Craziest friend: Cindy&lt;br /&gt;34. Advice friend: Shir&lt;br /&gt;35. Loudest friend: Syy&lt;br /&gt;36. Person you cry with: Jaslyn, Shir&lt;br /&gt;37. Person you laugh with: Everyone actually&lt;br /&gt;38. Any sisters: Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;39. Any brothers: Benjamin, Guanwei da ge, Jon&lt;br /&gt;40. Any pets: No more&lt;br /&gt;41. Any disease: No&lt;br /&gt;42. Pager: It's so cliche&lt;br /&gt;43. Personal phone line: Handphone&lt;br /&gt;44. Cell phone: Nokia&lt;br /&gt;45. Lava Lamp: Don't have&lt;br /&gt;46. Pool or hot tub: Hot tub&lt;br /&gt;47. A car: I want a black one in the future&lt;br /&gt;48. Your personality: Has two sides&lt;br /&gt;49. Driving: Not yet of age for licence application&lt;br /&gt;51. Room: By myself&lt;br /&gt;52. Whats missing: I don't know myself&lt;br /&gt;53. School: SAC&lt;br /&gt;54. Bed: On the floor&lt;br /&gt;55. Relationship with parents: Okay&lt;br /&gt;56. Believe in yourself: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;57. Believe in love at first sight: No comments alr&lt;br /&gt;58. Good listener: Yes&lt;br /&gt;59. Get along well with parents: It depends lah&lt;br /&gt;60. Save e-mail convos: No&lt;br /&gt;61. Pray: Yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Believe in reincarnation: No&lt;br /&gt;63. Make fun of people: Haha why not ?&lt;br /&gt;64. Like to talk on the phone: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;65. Want to get married: In my late 20s&lt;br /&gt;66. Like to drive: Yes&lt;br /&gt;67. Motion Sickness: Not so&lt;br /&gt;68. Eat stem of broccoli: Yes&lt;br /&gt;69. Eat chicken with fork: Yes&lt;br /&gt;70. Dream in color: Sure thing&lt;br /&gt;71. Type with your fingers on home role: Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;72. Sleep with stuff animals: No&lt;br /&gt;73. Next to you: Yeap&lt;br /&gt;74. On the walls of your room: Painted purple&lt;br /&gt;75. On your mousepad: Laptop no mousepad&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream car: Sleek black&lt;br /&gt;77. Dream date: Dinner at posh restaurant with a bouquet of champagne red roses, followed by a quiet walk down the esplanade park&lt;br /&gt;78. Dream honeymoon: To Paris or Korea&lt;br /&gt;79. Dream husband or wife: Ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;80. Bedtime: Not fixed&lt;br /&gt;81. Under your bed: Floor&lt;br /&gt;82. Single most important question: Where we going to eat ?&lt;br /&gt;83. Bad time of the day: Mornings&lt;br /&gt;84. Your worst fear: Death&lt;br /&gt;85. The weather is: Cool&lt;br /&gt;86. Time: 10.06pm&lt;br /&gt;87. Date: 7 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;88. Best trick did on someone: Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;89. Theme song: ?&lt;br /&gt;90. Hardest thing about growing up: I can't catch up&lt;br /&gt;91. Funniest experience: Lots&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest experience: Err&lt;br /&gt;93. Silliest thing you have ever said: My noodles can grow !&lt;br /&gt;94. Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex: None&lt;br /&gt;95. Scariest thing while you are with your friends: Eating so much&lt;br /&gt;96. Worst feeling: It's difficult to express&lt;br /&gt;97. Best feeling in the world: To be loved&lt;br /&gt;98. AND NOW, THE SABOTAGING BEGINS!! CHOOSE FIVE TO DO THE QUIZ:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone will to do it then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Haha, it's nothing alright.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia. Okay done it alr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115763984406993457?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115763984406993457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115763984406993457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115763984406993457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115763984406993457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/story-to-tell.html' title='A story to tell.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115755849200510061</id><published>2006-09-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest nightmare kissed goodnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frozen tears fall once again-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that I was showing the &lt;i&gt;second image&lt;/i&gt; of me today. So pessimistic. Met Cindy at noon to study Amath till evening. Bought snacks nd a huge cookie to munch on. Seems like I haven't started on any other subjects yet, nd there's only 4 more days. We went home by evening. Then, cooked myself a helping of carrot cake, as well as hotdog, ham, nd egg with bread. I'm eating more than I can take. When graduation night comes, my dress will burst. The kitchen was in a mess by the end of they day, so I had to clean everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Shirleen can I tell you. How this feeling torments me. I don't feel like talking much anymore. I don't know what to do, nd I don't want to know either. Contradicting right. There's like this emptiness inside of me. Have u had it before ? It's telling me to give up al. It's useless pretending al the time. Cry your heart out, you said to me. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. It's not my fault okay. I'll fight it.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Pure Chemistry module lesson tomorrow on a first-come-first-serve basis, as well as Geography extra lesson nd Amath tuition on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Yes I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;Chener. Hey there ! Oh yes when you want to study ? I need to be free as well hahas. You can message me or something ya ? See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It couldn't be help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115755849200510061?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115755849200510061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115755849200510061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115755849200510061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115755849200510061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweetest-nightmare-kissed-goodnight.html' title='Sweetest nightmare kissed goodnight.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115747670655518745</id><published>2006-09-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:29.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds are forever.</title><content type='html'>Back home. Met Shir this morning at about 11am at Tampines. We had a meal at the &lt;u&gt;KFC&lt;/u&gt;, which turned out to be a bad choice. Ahahah. By noon, the place was filled with crowds that made so much noise, we couldn't concentrate on our studying, doing less than 6 questions. It was quite annoying lah ? So we packed up nd walked around the malls. From 4pm to 5.30pm, we were at &lt;u&gt;Han's&lt;/u&gt; figuring out some questions from unit10 of Amath, when in flooded business workers, surprisingly many were (ahem) Indians. HAHAHA. We had a good laugh to ourselves, because it was so racist please ! They started blabberring I-don't-know-whats nd also about their visa credit card ! Lol. Remember the ad ? Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/joined.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/joined.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rushed home, changed then trained down to Raffles to meet marmi. I waited until she came, nd my feet hurt badly. So anw. Had our facials at &lt;u&gt;ModernBeauty&lt;/u&gt; shop. Very nice place indeed ! The exfoliation part was rather enjoyable, including the face mask nd the massage as well, but when it comes to squeezing of the blackheads, I could curse out loud ! It hurt so bad I teared ? Lol. As the saying goes, &lt;i&gt;"It pays a price".&lt;/i&gt; Marmi signed me up for another 5 more facials for packaging of 159bucks (omfg waste of money), which I'd be able to go back anytime in the 2 years. We'll see how it goes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at &lt;u&gt;Lau Par Sat&lt;/u&gt;. Dim sums were yummy yums ! On the way while walking to the station, I saw a phantom bike (Hey kai !) lol. Hinted to marmi I want to ride on that model, because it looks majestic. Guess what she said ? She said it wasn't nice, nd she pointed to the honda wave nd told me that the honda one was much better. Oh my tiann ah. Took the train back home, my mood swinged at night again. Because I heard things I didn't want to know. Or I received even the slightest comment which pulls me down. Fuck it lah. I know I'm sensitive at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie why do you still smile, joke nd laugh, when you know you're unhappy ? I don't know myself either. Maybe I'm too tired of showing the down side of me al the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff. Then back to books tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Hahahs, thnks lao shi !&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. Thnks, appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Beefy. Are you sure ? Oh my. Well, you stay happy too ! See you soon (:&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Ahahah yeah I suppose so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115747670655518745?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115747670655518745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115747670655518745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115747670655518745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115747670655518745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/diamonds-are-forever_05.html' title='Diamonds are forever.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115738571102927618</id><published>2006-09-04T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:28.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random random gossips.</title><content type='html'>Hey al. Please refer back to the previous entry if you haven't read your message that I've left for you guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in today until it was afternoon. Oh my tiann. Started preparing lunch for sister nd me, ate alot alot of food. Lol. Then back to the laptop to listen to music. Cindy asked to meet out in the evening for chicken rice dinner at Tampines mall. Then had bubble tea at Pasir Ris. We walked in circles that we got bored of everything from both places. See lah ! So gayy. Resulting in silly videocam-whoring ? Actually not so, it was simply retarhdedness. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281225%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281225%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281224%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281224%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guanwei nd Hanwen met us later at about 10.45pm (on time than the previous occasion !) nd it started to drizzle. I like black btw. Ehehehheh. Da ge's bike actually looks nicer, with the wordings 'racing aprilia' (sp?) too, lol. I just noticed. But his got more CO gas produced, haha ! Got a free ride home after that, it was quite nice. There was even music hahah. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thnks alot ya !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still, the best is another type of two-wheel, the bicycle. Also known as the bike, it is cheaper, lighter, nd environmentally-friendly. No harmful gas is given off by the bike. You can re-pump air at any petrol kiosk without even paying, nd no police would catch you speeding. You can do a marathon by riding all over Singapore nd keeping fit. Moreover, damage done to the bike can be mended easily. Lol. Okay enough of my nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how my day ended lah ? So much time spent NOT studying. Heart pain liao arh. Ahahahahs.  Sort of an unlucky day huh. First thing, hope the &lt;i&gt;small-small-one&lt;/i&gt; get well soon ! The accident was kind of sudden. Also, we'll pray for the crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin, who died on this day as well. Saddening news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Going to be meeting Shir in the morning. Maybe Cindy in the afternoon ? Amath nd Biology I pray. Then down to marmi's office to meet her in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine. Next time I'll buy one for you ! Flavour ?&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Okay. Ahahs, nope I'm not rich though I eat like a pig. Nd most imptly, I'm no asshole ! Rarrh.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes. Hahah ! We've haven't taken pics tgt yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Silly videos are up ! Nd they are super super ugly side of me. Hahahah. Viewable from the link located at the left.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115738571102927618?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115738571102927618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115738571102927618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115738571102927618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115738571102927618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-random-gossips.html' title='Random random gossips.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115729917236515349</id><published>2006-09-03T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:28.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it all falls apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281213%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281213%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281214%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281214%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was out at town for few hours to celebrate Cindy's birthday with Melle nd Denyse. Made the card in the morning. Yawns. First was &lt;u&gt;Swensen's&lt;/u&gt; little firehouse, then to Fareast shopping nd walking. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281216%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281216%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left at about 4.30pm to train back, change my dressing then off to church for mass. Dad nd sister was going as well, so I had a car ride there. Met up with Jaslyn nd Chu wen as usual. My shoes were wayy off please. School shoes. I looked very silly. Sent them off at Tampines after mass, then took bus back to have dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when the mess started. We had a very bad family situation. Sister wanted to go home saying that she don't want to waste time. Nd she even report things I did, getting me into trouble. Then marmi started to question me nd all with the naggings. Sister nd her fucking foul mouth. She nd her fucking bad attitude these days. Spouted some insensitive words that pricked me (nd who knows, hurts marmi more). The worst was : "In the first place, you shouldn't have gave birth to us what." WTF lah ? I was shocked. I have never ever thought of saying that before. How could she ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could you actually say this without thinking ? It was so horrible yanno. If I could, I would slap you straight at that moment. Have you ever thought of what marmi might feel ? Cry all you want. I don't even know why you cried when you started it all. Sometimes I don't really like this family because everything isn't what I see a family should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was quite tense. Had tuition this morning, after which Syy nd I went to share noodles. I was complaining to her all the while. Ahah. Met up with Jaslyn again at Tampines then we trained down to Bugis. From there, Syy went off with Charmaine so we were on seperate ways. Walked around Parco nd Bugis Street. Then settled down in the &lt;u&gt;BugisCafe&lt;/u&gt; for muffins nd studying. In the end, we couldn't stand it nd started walking around again lol. Bought new belts for ourselves ! The price was quite reasonable, nd they're so oriental-like. Right, Jaslyn ? Hahahahs. Let's forget about the other belt we saw at the same franchise stall located opposite. Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281218%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281218%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her seseme flavour nd my strawberry yoghurt flavour ! Had our favourite ice-cream from &lt;u&gt;7-eleven&lt;/u&gt; at Bedok (since blk85 was super packed) then took the bus back to Pasir Ris. Parted, then dashed my way to &lt;u&gt;Sakae&lt;/u&gt; dinner with them. It was a yummilicious, filling meal ! The bill bombed to more than 100bucks. Lol. We even shopped at the supermarkets to get more food to store in the house. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow ! 7 comments for last entry (: Here's my messages for u al then. Do leave more comments alright ! Thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai. It's not a bicycle ! AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy. Sure sure, no problem yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Guanwei. Haha it's okay. But I won't fly ! I would go bump boink thump ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Am I that scary ? Hahas. Yes, we'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. Why you don't want cakes ? Then what would u want to eat !&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Confirm can make it if I call ah ? Ahah. Please do update !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115729917236515349?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115729917236515349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115729917236515349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115729917236515349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115729917236515349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-it-all-falls-apart.html' title='When it all falls apart.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115712470619360688</id><published>2006-09-01T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:28.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls love car rides nd money.</title><content type='html'>September starts.&lt;br /&gt;I did something bad. Ehehehhehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than an hour to Cindy's sweet 16 ! I actually had to run out of the washroom without her knowing, nd dash down the 2 levels of escalator, so that I could buy her a chocolate cake as well as the gerberia (sp?) flower. Hahas. I wanted to give her a surprise yanno. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you liked it, girlfriend !&lt;/span&gt; Shir nd I have not yet settled her present though. Going to have to handmake a card to make up for tomorrow's outing perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super late this morning. Sorted out my school papers to file them up later. Then met up Cindy to do studying. Only did paper1 up to unit 4 of Emath TYS ! Gosh so slow lah. Then got a shock when marmi appeared in Whitesands &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; to eat with her friend as well. So we left soon after doing some questions. Da ge nd &lt;i&gt;small-small-one&lt;/i&gt; (HAHAHA) came to meet us, biked to Tampines ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thnks for the ride btw.&lt;/span&gt; Quite fun with the wind huh, but kind of scary, gripping difficulty. Lol. I don't like that stupid taxi driver too ! Banana mann @#^*!&amp;%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken rice stall in the foodcourt closed too fast. Had our handmade noodles instead, yummy yums. Oh oh oh, my noodles can GROW ! I always never finish whenever I eat from that stall. Ahahah. Then we walked, came upon this playground at the open area, I got &lt;i&gt;swinged&lt;/i&gt;. Goodness, it was a big headache please. A must try ya ! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, thnks also hor, da ge, for the stick haha. &lt;/span&gt;Went home with girlfriend after that, she said my mood changed. (Oh my tiann, I don't think so?) Can't wait for tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lovely quote to end my entry for today :&lt;br /&gt;Misery attacked her again, so physical that she could feel it stabbing her like a knife in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like every single day, without knowing, there would be something that reminds me-. It's inevitably silly. I still don't get why it ended this way though. Was it me or ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Being Teachers' Day today, I decided to call up my favourite tuition teacher. I only made up my mind by evening, because I was quite afraid at first, wondering whether or not she'd still acknowledge me as her student, after so many months. I missed her so much. Nd I'm so very glad I called ! The mere 2 mins 28 seconds were good enough. We caught up abit, nd I could visit her sometimes whenever I'm free. Of course I'd try to find one day soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, just messaged Cindy. She ate her cake alr ! Ahahah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to update my blog templates as well as pictures. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Girl I've read your blog. Haha. When's our study plan then ? Asap yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. Hello ! You like cakes too ? I can buy one for you next time ! Heehee. See you alright !&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine. Ahahah why do you seem like you are crying. Monster scared you ? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115712470619360688?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115712470619360688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115712470619360688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115712470619360688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115712470619360688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-love-car-rides-nd-money.html' title='Girls love car rides nd money.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115703195632992565</id><published>2006-08-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:28.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest love of all.</title><content type='html'>Had prelims the past two days. Silly me chose the wrong topic question for Social Studies ! -ahbish. So it's not guaranteed that I can still get my &lt;u&gt;B&lt;/u&gt;. Pure Chemistry Practical was quite difficult, nd the science Bio/Phy Practical was moderately okay I guess. Of course, there were many incorrect answers. Lol. 1 short week of 'holidays', nd back for more prelim papers to deal with. Gahh. I need to focus badly yanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, to my lovely Jayne nd Melle. &lt;i&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN&lt;/i&gt; ! (: loveloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon was spent at my home. Jaslyn, Jayne nd I. We cooked maggi mee together ! Spicy Tom Yam flavoured noodles. Lol. Then we tried to revise for science practicals. We even had time to snack nd watch comedy on the laptop! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday afternoon, we went for &lt;u&gt;Seoul garden&lt;/u&gt; to celebrate Jayne's birthday. I'm like the one doing the most work : cooking nd peeling prawns for both of them ! I'm good lah. So yeah, we had a great big meal there. Hahas. Then met Jaslyn in the night to do some Emath at Whitesands, but was not productive please ! AHAHAH. I had a Mcchicken while she ordered Mcflurry. Went home nd I've still got wanton soup marmi bought for me. Aware of the gluttons ? Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281190%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281190%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost considered late for school again. Teachers' day celebration today, theme was 'Bollywood'. Super interesting. Especially when we got to throw down paper cranes from the galleria. Students as well as teachers performed. Ms Leong nd Ms Thanabal were very prettyyy ! Ex-seniors came back as well, liven up the whole school hall. Haha. Shir's one happy lucky girl eh ? I didn't get to see ______ though. Hmms. Oh we bought for our teachers a cake, nd they each had a cactus (? retarhd) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281205%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281205%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281206%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281206%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a simple preparation. But some of us were &lt;i&gt;disgusted&lt;/i&gt; when you people dived straight for the cake after serving the teachers, nd USED YOUR FUCKING FINGERS TO GRAB PIECES OF THE CAKE TO EAT. Omfg. So turn off lah. Eat also don't bother etiquette. That's why we were too grossed out nd left. We paid a dollar to see the cake action like that. &lt;i&gt;Ha ha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at &lt;u&gt;Sumo house&lt;/u&gt; first. Then we trained down to Marina Square for shopping. They bought some stuffs alr, Shir nd I got for ourselves those gems for fun. Sweet ! We're also going to get those things we want, if possible after buying gifts. Tried to hunt for Cindy's present too, but to no avail, only bought part of it. Jayne was nice, I gave her a chuppachups lollipop, she gave me an even bigger nd colourful one ! Walked around for hours before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281211%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281211%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugly ugly awful me. There's so much more I want to rant about. But its okay, keep it to myself (: Like what Shir told me she'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. My voice still isn't getting any better. Goodness. Oh oh ! I had maggi mee again for dinner. It's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charzzy. Hello hello. Yes, we must do well alright ! I can't wait too. Ehehehheh.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette. Haha ! How do you know I love the slang !&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Dearest, how's it mann. Lol. Better teach me amath or I'll flunk again. Okay ? Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Kai. Wow so how do you find it ? Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115703195632992565?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115703195632992565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115703195632992565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115703195632992565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115703195632992565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/greatest-love-of-all.html' title='Greatest love of all.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115676411643968895</id><published>2006-08-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:27.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like those butterflies so free.</title><content type='html'>Sunday was reaallyy good. I was early to tuition for once, even teacher was surprised. But Jaslyn nd I had awfully bad sore throat that we couldn't talk much. Lol. Then, three of us headed to &lt;u&gt;Sumo house&lt;/u&gt; for our lunch together. Yummy yums. After which we walked a long distance to Syy's house nd I took a bus down to the Tanah Merah train station to go town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met marmi at DFS outside. Sister didn't come along (because there's this thing going on that marmi have to prioritise..) Went to &lt;u&gt;Burberry&lt;/u&gt; nd OMFG. She got me a top along with hers (I thought that there must be something fishy). Bribary perhaps. HAHAHA joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281172%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281172%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went on to Guerlain for me to try on the makeups. I looked so. Dramaqueen. So only got the liquid foundation nd loose powder, which cost her a bomb. Seriously, I don't see a problem with Mac makeups yanno ? It's cheaper by so much. All's almost the same quality to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Tangs to find stuffs nd sister's watch, but to no avail. We bought yakitoris, snacks nd yoghurt along the way. Saw this 'Singapore's Bartenders Association' showcase. Pretty cool. Had to go down to Centrepoint to get my heels at &lt;u&gt;Studio&lt;/u&gt;. Last pair ! Phews. Took a bus ride to Plaza Singapura to settle down at &lt;u&gt;Cafe Cartel's&lt;/u&gt; for dinner. Scrumptious meal, super filling ! We shared 2 ala cartes nd the sweet rainbow ice-cream. Burrrp. Dad came to fetch us home after meal, reached home at 11:31pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281177%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281177%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281178%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281178%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281180%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281180%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was late for the bus this morning. Cabbed down to school, wasting $6.90 ! adflkewroil. English prelim examination wasn't too bad. Manageable, but I did mistakes lah. Went whitesands for hamburger lunch at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; while reading the SS pocketguide again. Continued with it in the library with hershey's kisses as well, though I fell asleep at some parts. Haha. Had the American hotdog before heading home too. I'm not too happy at the end of the day. &lt;i&gt;Some&lt;/i&gt; people almost ruined it, nd I didn't get to eat my &lt;u&gt;Cavanas&lt;/u&gt;. Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine. I miss sitting infront of you nd Jan ! Ahahah. Nd I so agree, though studying is impt. Ehehheh.&lt;br /&gt;Shirleen. It's 7:13pm now. I shall start studying at 8pm then ! Lazy to carry on, I might fall asleep. Btw, your earrings are with me girl. Goodness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR MAGGI MEE ! ooh lala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115676411643968895?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115676411643968895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115676411643968895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115676411643968895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115676411643968895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-those-butterflies-so-free.html' title='Like those butterflies so free.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115661195089919787</id><published>2006-08-27T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect blossom.</title><content type='html'>So it's alr past midnight but I thought I'd blog for awhile first ? Later would be time to attend the morning mass in church nd then tuition till afternoon. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with family at the nearby hawker today. Good food lah. But I'm still having a bad cough, throat pain nd flu. Yes, sick. Due to my wanting to drink Jaslyn's corn milk a few days ago when she was sick. So the virus attacked me ! Hahaha. I'm having my honey-&amp;-lemon strepsils but it's finishing. Only have &lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt; pathetic lozenges left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Cindy at Cityhall to go shopping. Saw many many nice stuffs. Oh we were even asked to do the &lt;i&gt;Women's Weekly's&lt;/i&gt; 'kiss' thing at the citylink, nd we left with the free sample of Elizabeth Arden's lipstick kit. Ahahahah. Very funny please !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw. Went Marina Sq to help Cindy find her graduation dress. It was diffiult ! Ahahs. Oh I saw two seniors, Yuping nd Charlene (I miss them nd the others !). After the whole hunting-downs, girlfriend has bought another sweet dress instead of her previously planned one. Then we headed to that *pretty accessories shop I showed her. To my surprise, the lovely necklace I wanted wasn't on sales alr. Goodness I was super sad. She gotten herself a necklace to match her dress while I got the earrings (in case they disappear too haha !). Splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281168%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281168%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to Tampines, settled in &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; to have our fastfood dinner. Hahas. Tried to read the SS pocketguide I just bought, but to no avail. My brains couldn't take in anything ! Decided to go home then. I still had fried rice when I returned back. Nd when I showed the earrings to marmi, she said it wasn't nice ! Omfg I'm so frustrated by her remarks. I'm not going to waste my money. Nd I'm still wondering when she'll be bringing me out to buy my heels. Rarhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much I want to do after the O's ! Like designing shoes, making necklaces nd all. I love all these. But now I dread studying. Seeing classmates stressing out to mug just makes me want to push everything aside nd go to sleep or stone. I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, let me introduce my friend, syy. She's nice. Lol. My funny nd trustable good friend I've known for years alr. Nd also, thnks Char for commenting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for this entry. I shall go get a drink now. Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115661195089919787?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115661195089919787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115661195089919787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115661195089919787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115661195089919787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-blossom_27.html' title='Perfect blossom.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115642549275860446</id><published>2006-08-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:27.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The party don't stop.</title><content type='html'>Was that you ? Why do I keep thinking back when all's over. Almost everything's reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that about 8 others bought the &lt;i&gt;sam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Daniel Yam&lt;/u&gt; dress as me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281157%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281157%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Okay I know, awful). These makes things even worrying. Luckily, no news about any classmates having it. Maybe the notice I passed around the class (nd even having to post it up on the classroom board) was effective enough. I suppose the dress is 'too popular'. Lol. The school's all to blame for making white/off-white as the theme colour every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of rude on Monday afternoon. I'm sorry to whoever it may concern whom I've offended in anyway. Because of the stupid humid weather, nd my silly useless mouth, I rephrased my question in the wrong way. It made it sound as if I'm such a horrible person. Am I ? Oh my tiann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Biology mocks wasn't really an examination eh ? Spent more time rushing through my Geography CAJ. Had my English Olevel orals on Tuesday too. Glad that it's over nd done with. I alr sensed that the theme on 'Racial Harmony' could come out for it, but no one bothered lah. Went pretty alright, hopefully they didn't have high expectations because we conversed only a few minutes. I moodswing-ed the whole day, super effed up, but no particular reason.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thnks Jaslyn for being my companion. Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281162%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281162%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, went Tampines with them again. Jaslyn nd I helped Jayne to find her dress ! Now everything's settled alr. Back at whitesands, a group of guys walked passed. One exclaimed : "Whitesand's library is the best place in Singapore!" AHAHAH. Funny person lah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to accompany Cindy to Marina Sq this Saturday to get her dress as well. Then next week, would be the start of Prelims. Friday's a celebration, so we'd have time to hunt for accessories nd heels :D Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my English essay today. I like it alot. Whitesands this afternoon. Had my lunch-dinner at &lt;u&gt;Cavanas&lt;/u&gt;. Yummy. Then we headed to the library for an hour or so, Jaslyn nd I reading books to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281164%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281164%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes ! From the children's section. HAHAHA. It was effing nyce to see colourful pictures nd big words. Why are adults' nd teens' ones so dull ? Oh yes. Just watched the night news on the IMF which would be held in Singapore's Suntec Conventional Centre. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I can't wait to hear more about the IMF meeting !&lt;br /&gt;Nd I can't wait for graduation night too.&lt;br /&gt;After the Olevels.&lt;br /&gt;Then out of school. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stand it. You're affecting my studies nd concentration. Some say, you don't deserve to be called a B* as it would just be an insult to the dogs. Not my fault that there's such an unpleasant comment though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeanette : Hey ! Thnks for your new updates. Cool talks we had ! -slang. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Guanwei : Don't worry ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Shir : Hello dear girl (:&lt;br /&gt;Angela : Pretty sweetie ! You'll look much better than me :D I can't wait to see lovely Angela !&lt;br /&gt;Kai : HAHAHA. Still read my blog huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the comments !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115642549275860446?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115642549275860446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115642549275860446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115642549275860446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115642549275860446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/party-dont-stop.html' title='The party don&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115611001059937462</id><published>2006-08-21T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm th queen you're my king.</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been a whirl of happenings for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've currently know 2 girls who alr have the same graduation dress as me. Lol. But not much worries, the way we look with different designs will differ from one another. Hopefully, there isn't others who are planning to get the same dress too. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning had breakfast at Bedok85. Ordered my &lt;i&gt;Chai Chee&lt;/i&gt; pork porridge. Hahas. Afternoon was spent at the temple praying. I don't know why, but I into the columbarium to wipe the dust off the picture of my aunt's. I have never thought of doing that at first. I stood there staring. Then evening was at church for mass with friends. Walked around at Tampines with Jaslyn after that. We had our banana milkshakes ! Simply yummilicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was tuition in the morning. I was so stressed up yanno ? I was the last to leave the class nd hand up my work, imcompleted. Out of a sudden, I went into a daze. I thought of studies. I got angry with myself. I felt stupid. I had no idea, no control over my emotions. When we went into &lt;u&gt;ljs&lt;/u&gt; for lunch, I just sat there nd started crying. It was a fucking awful sight. Mascara smudged around my eyes. Oh my tiann, something's just not right with me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jaslyn nd Syy for making you both worry so much today. Yet, thanks for being there for me. Trying to cheer me up. I suppose I'm just depressed over some matters. Won't elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Kelsey too. Hahaha it was good to catch up with one another. Oh, bought this new ice cream from 7eleven (: (&lt;i&gt;ruguo.ai&lt;/i&gt;). Nice ! Then after which I left to meet Cindy at whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the PChem mcq test at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt;. Then met into da ge nd friends. Chatted. By the time it was after 11.30pm when I went home, I saw my marmi at the void deck waiting for me. Oh my tiann ! Scary thing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for talking back. You had nothing to say back eh ? Hmm.&lt;/span&gt; But she was sort of nice, for buying me my stuff nd preparing porridge for me when we got back. Hahahs. Washed the dishes, packed my bag nd all. Time to sleep nd off to school within a few hours time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks Lydia nd Shirleen for commenting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115611001059937462?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115611001059937462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115611001059937462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115611001059937462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115611001059937462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-th-queen-youre-my-king.html' title='I&apos;m th queen you&apos;re my king.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115589944948487614</id><published>2006-08-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:26.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love so tainted.</title><content type='html'>Came home an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;The house is reeeaallyyy quiet again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously ended up sleeping instead of studying. Woke up late as well. Printer jammed this morning while I was rushing to get things done. Hard time yanking the paper out. Missed the bus, so Jaslyn nd I flagged a cab down. The song playing in the taxi was super retarhded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, my magazines were being passed around like FOC. I should charge next time lah lol. Oh, got caught nd sent to RTC. Earrings confiscated till after Prelims. Aww. Mr Tan told us : Beware, you will have bad luck today. Why didn't we believe his nonsense this time round ? Haha. Because the next lesson, we had spot checks. How gayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Geography mocks after school was difficult. I almost took the wrong bearings for my map-reading. Ahahs. Everything was in a hurry. Even during Emath nd Physics. WHY MANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. Everyone's out having fun. I'm home alone. zxcvasdfqwer ! Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend ! A &lt;s&gt;pile&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;big plonk&lt;/i&gt; of homework by the side of my table. Looking at it makes me feel lazy. Start tomorrow or something ? I want to cook my maggi mee now. Ehehehhehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115589944948487614?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115589944948487614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115589944948487614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115589944948487614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115589944948487614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-so-tainted.html' title='Love so tainted.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115582120828159271</id><published>2006-08-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me by the hand.</title><content type='html'>Omfg ahahah. Came home at about evening after dinner at whitesands, but I spent ALL my time reading newspapers nd magazines (Seventeen, Teens &amp; Teenage) like wth right ? Sister's fault for passing me all those. Lol. It's alr 9.06pm ! Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hump. My humjipeng hump hump ! Ahahahah. - ger &amp;amp; nat ; jaslyn nd jayne walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Geography Qn5 to type out which is due tomorrow, as well as to study for the mocks. Only did halfway reading of the text. AHH. I want to scream. -pulls hair. I'll have to try nd work my brains OT for today. Pray I won't end up sleeping like the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for graduation night ? Hahas. I somehow fear. Saw other class' slideshow aftet school, nd to me, it was far much better than what I did for ours ): Bad thing. I was surprise though, that they could hand up the slideshow weeks after the dateline. HOW CAN ? &lt;i&gt;I'm so dumb lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For _____. I'm appalled by what you've become like. It's worse off than being retarhded. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks beefy (gen) for commenting (: withlove !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115582120828159271?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115582120828159271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115582120828159271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115582120828159271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115582120828159271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-me-by-hand.html' title='Take me by the hand.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115573820232168628</id><published>2006-08-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:26.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smeared black tears.</title><content type='html'>We've gotten back our report cards just yesterday. Looking at it, with comparison from classmates, I suppose mine was pretty bad ?  &lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt; red marks. It was depressing enough for me to get so fucked up. My L1R5 couldn't take me anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cab to school again today since I missed the last bus. I was quite early upon reaching, but wasted my allowance. No money to spend on recess nd lunch. Gahh. There goes my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pure Chemistry mocks. Super difficult ! I just don't seem to get a hang of the subject. I think it's unfair btw, that &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people are copying during this exam paper. Even looking at each other's script is a form of cheating. Have you all no sense of integrity ? Don't twist words to make them sound as if there was no wrong doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to whitesands till 7 with the usuals. Then was home, to cook my maggi mee nd snack on junk food. Couldn't start on Geography CAJ nd Qn5 since they're all left in school. I've tore out all the pages from the Geography text alr. Now, to start revising for Friday's mocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at some chain mails. Some are meaningful lol. Oh yes, sister bought the magazines I wanted alr ! I can read happily ehehhehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people do read my blog eh ? HAHA. This I can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like changes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anything to do with that girl.&lt;br /&gt;Most suitable word. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Am I really fat ? ): I'll try to diet alright ? It's just the stress I'm facing and the anger I'm trying to put off everyday. Eating is the easiest way out for me yanno. Don't have to say it so straightforwardly. Can be quite sensitive okay. It's hard to break the habit once more, but fine. I'm determine. Help me, anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115573820232168628?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115573820232168628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115573820232168628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115573820232168628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115573820232168628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/smeared-black-tears.html' title='Smeared black tears.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115556193960917954</id><published>2006-08-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep moving nd shake that ass.</title><content type='html'>Marmi confirmed the chalet for us ! Oh yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no theory mocks for Pure Chemistry today. I fucking wasted my time rushing through reading parts of the text in the morning. Anw. I love group chats with Cindy, Charmaine nd Jan ! Ahahah they never fail to make me laugh. School's pretty alright, had dinner as usual with Jayne nd Jaslyn at whitesands. We had some girl talks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cindy, do you read my blog ? You know what. Although there are times when things goes wrong, sometimes I feel like you're one of the few I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; confide in and keep this friendship going even after graduating. Can I ? We actually even made plans to go bangkok in the future, nd stay in close contact. You even told me you'd invite me to your wedding nd vice versa ! To think of it, I would love to do all these. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. It's either I'm just too paranoid, or &lt;i&gt;someone's&lt;/i&gt; changing. But after affirmation with some others, it has nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie shall not procrastinate ! I'd be studying for tomorrow's Emath test right after blogging. Mensuration &amp;amp; Algebra. Oh my tiann. I can forget about completing homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Did I say how much I detest people who have NO STYLE OF THEIR OWN. Fancy copying others. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I should, on the other hand, cut down on my crudeness nd hostility. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115556193960917954?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115556193960917954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115556193960917954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115556193960917954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115556193960917954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-moving-nd-shake-that-ass.html' title='Keep moving nd shake that ass.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115548299476515931</id><published>2006-08-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her beautifully broken.</title><content type='html'>Tanning at sentosa was pretty alright, wasn't too successful though. We went to Siloso beach like the previous time. Oh nd three unfamiliar wakeboarders (?) had to purposely walk all the way to our end of the beach, stand in front of us and wakeboard right there in our view. Uhh ? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281139%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281139%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281138%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281138%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeah, this was our bus transport on the way back to the terminal. Super funny. Elderlys were frantically trying to get up the bus. Jaslyn added some inside joke. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black cat popped by our house just now, again. It's &lt;i&gt;meows&lt;/i&gt; were so loud that I could hear it from my room even when the door was closed. Anw, mum gave it fresh milk to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little retarhded this afternoon. When we walked pass Subway nd Kimage, I was singing nd shouting like nobody's business. Oh my tian. Then guess what, they could actually hear from inside the shops. Also, Jaslyn was trying to feed me ice cream but I went to smell it first. Lol. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the fuck I'm doing today, spending my whole of &lt;u&gt;6&lt;/u&gt; hours online. There's Pure Chemistry mock theory tomorrow. I bet the class studied for it. But lazy me, I couldn't be bothered to even read my text. My chances of passing is beyond hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is just eat, sleep, laugh nd stone all day. I can also get so agitated easily. Tell me why man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going mad, seriously. Everything's not in focus. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks Agnes for commenting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115548299476515931?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115548299476515931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115548299476515931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115548299476515931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115548299476515931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/her-beautifully-broken.html' title='Her beautifully broken.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115534757630561384</id><published>2006-08-12T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crept out in silence.</title><content type='html'>Eleven of August. I had only an hour's sleep last night. Super tired !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven of August. Physics nd Biology mock practicals. Hopefully alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven of August. The results for MT Olvl exam. Even 30 minutes before, I started to get paranoia. I got a fucking &lt;u&gt;B3&lt;/u&gt;. Do you know how disappointed I was ? I &lt;s&gt;wanted&lt;/s&gt; needed at least that A2, seriously. There's no use retaking anw, since it was my orals that screwed the whole thing. Sigh. I've got so much to rant, but forget it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven of August. Happy Birthday, BEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fhorn section outing * Haagen Daz treat on Thursday was heavenly ! We had chocolate fondue nd ice creams. Then we decided to walk around. We took pictures together as well. I miss the lovely section. Ahahs. Oh, I so love the shops &lt;u&gt;Accesorize&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;Diva&lt;/u&gt; &lt;3 we went to  ! I'm going to go back there for the accessories, the ones I fell for. Save money first. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281135%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Da ge came to see me yesterday. Thnks ! After which I went to whitesands to wait for Jaslyn to have lunch together. We talked at the foodcourt instead hahahah. Couldn't resist food anymore ! Having no food the since I awoke. Ate my fries at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; then &lt;i&gt;soon kueh&lt;/i&gt; too (: Happy girl for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained down to Tanah Merah to meet Geraldine, then off to town. Graduation shopping, it's a headache please. Ended up just walking around to look at Fareast. Headed home after. Remembered there's so much school stuff to do. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes, nagging again. I reached back around 10 nd she didn't see me. By the time she checked on me, it was about 11.20pm ! Accusing that I went out till so late, not bothering to tell. Sheesh. I got a long day alr please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You want to threaten me by cutting my dress nd spoil it ? GO AHEAD. I don't really like it anw. But accusing me all the time is one thing I hate the most. Do I have the word 'rebellious' labelled on me that makes you go against me ? You always have this thinking that I mix with bad company. Wth. I told you I was at school nd you didn't believe. Like wtf. It was the release of Olvl results, parents would at least ask their child how'd they fare. But you didn't, because you didn't even realise I sat for my papers from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marmi, won't you ever know or care a little more ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it. Shall go out for my tanning nd church with Jaslyn ltr. Thnks shir nd lydia for commenting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115534757630561384?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115534757630561384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115534757630561384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115534757630561384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115534757630561384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/crept-out-in-silence.html' title='Crept out in silence.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115513649991026530</id><published>2006-08-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:25.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything meant to be.</title><content type='html'>Sports carnival / National Day celebration at the Tampines stadium was quite an event. Had Macs with the girls before heading there. Theme for the class was eyeliner nd french-plaited hair. Pictures to upload when I have the time. Games substitute the usual running competitions. No more banner-makings nd all. Sort of saddening ? It wasn't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are &lt;i&gt;changes&lt;/i&gt; everywhere. What has happened to our school nd the students ? Sheesh. It seems to becoming a neighbourhood school alr. Nd HAPPY NATIONAL DAY. Yet, do anyone notice how the atmosphere is so different now ? Not all bother to be enthusiastic about this special day. Oh well. Walk around the hdb flats nd look for yourselves, there aren't alot of Singapore flags hanging like there used to, for the past years. Maybe it's just me thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw. Shir nd I went to do our eyebrows again. Then met the others at town, searching for their dresses etc. Geraldine, Jaslyn nd Jayne looked nice. Hahas. Shir is so right, graduation night's quite a headache mann. Ate dinner at fareast before heading home soon after. I found the heels to match my dress at the end of the day. Studio !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one asked me out for shopping today. My tiann, I am feeling &lt;s&gt;bitchyy&lt;/s&gt; once more. Went whitesand &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; to do Physics / Bio with Cindy instead. We rotted for 4 straight hours ! Butt hurts hor ? Ehehehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. There's alot of homework for me to complete. I'm left with :&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 biology exam paper (ignored the section Bs)&lt;br /&gt;- Emath Damai papers 1&amp;2&lt;br /&gt;- Amath integration, Damai papers 1&amp;amp;2&lt;br /&gt;- Geography Qn 5 Essay&lt;br /&gt;- Social Studies Pg 26-28 on Venice&lt;br /&gt;- Pure Chem ws&lt;br /&gt;- Studying for Pure Chem mock theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just in deep thoughts. To enter poly, which course should I take up ? I would opt for business, but I would love design too ! Friends all say, design suits me well. Yet I don't think that I have the ability, or even portfolios. Goshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps, &lt;i&gt;loved.&lt;/i&gt; Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat for dinner with family. It was tom-yam-spicy nd yummy ! Watched the ndp live on television together. Did the washing of dishes. I'm tired now, tomorrow will be fhorn section outing at haegen daaz. Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnks Agnes, Shir nd Angela for commenting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115513649991026530?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115513649991026530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115513649991026530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115513649991026530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115513649991026530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/everything-meant-to-be.html' title='Everything meant to be.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115496111016336012</id><published>2006-08-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour the champagne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I typed an essay long for blogspot nd the laptop just switched off automatically. Like omfg.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It has been aeons since I last blogged ! Having troubleshoot with Msn repeatedly as well. In short, brother is to blame for doodling with the modem. My gosh. Anyhow, there has been many happenings. We are having tests almost everyday, nd teachers are handing out copies of past exam papers. I have not plan my time yet. I need to adapt nd sort things out quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Anw, gotten back our English Prelim orals. It was horrible lah ? I had the lowest in class, with a score of 10.5/20. Not expected. On the other hand, the Emath test was alright, considering that I have been failing all the while. We are getting back the MT Olvl results soon too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Had this big big argument with my mum last Wednesday night. It was fucking loud nd all. But seriously, it was not only my fault. The silent treatment went on for two days. We refused to be on speaking terms. But its alright now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Spent Friday night having a twosome with Jaslyn, lol. So we went to our usual Whitesands having Cavanas for lunch. Then we motivated ourselves to do Emaths worksheets till late (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;On Saturday afternoon, left the house to meet up with Jaslyn nd Shir at Tampines. They gave me this cute balloon. Ahahahs. So we walked around, played at the arcade nd searched for a suitable salon for hairstyling nd nails. More or less settled alr. Then off to church for mass. After which I had to rush home for dinner then town. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The black tears fell hard-.&lt;/span&gt; Mum brought me to Tangs. &lt;u&gt;Daniel Yam&lt;/u&gt; for the third time. I had two choices to decide. Then we also looked around &lt;u&gt;Guess&lt;/u&gt; nd others, but to no avail. Back home, dinner nd supper was chicken curry. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Late for tuition as usual. On the way home, I dropped my Swavroski butterfly pendant worth 60bucks. Wth. I haven’t told mum though. I don’t know how to tell her. Lol. Then met Jayne nd Jaslyn to head to town. Helped to look around for their dresses. Jaslyn nd I bought our &lt;u&gt;Adidas&lt;/u&gt; landyard, finally ! One item striked off. We lunched at &lt;u&gt;Kobayashi&lt;/u&gt; too. Yummy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;From Cine, I zoomed back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pacific&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Plaza&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to meet Mum nd sister, perspiring along the way. Went into &lt;u&gt;Stussy&lt;/u&gt; for sister’s top but there was no sizes. Saw Agnes favourite guy hahahah. So yeah, they went to get my dress nd girl stuffs first. Lol (I'll show another time). Wisma surfbabe next. Sister bought this Emily tee, nd wanted the belt from the &lt;u&gt;Ripcurl&lt;/u&gt; white skirt so I took the skirt for her. 69bucks ! Mum not too happy, yet few more stamps nd I can redeem my card ! Oh yay. Dinner out with dad before heading home. That is about all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I feel like going into design. Rarrh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115496111016336012?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115496111016336012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115496111016336012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115496111016336012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115496111016336012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/pour-champagne.html' title='Pour the champagne.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115416126479187296</id><published>2006-07-29T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:25.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before we're torn apart.</title><content type='html'>Okay let me plan for graduation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully mum is nice enough to pay for most of it. Nd hopefully she can get the chalet for us. Ahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Copy%20of%20Image%281087%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Copy%20of%20Image%281087%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like blogging again. The previous entry wasn't really a nice one. I should blog like a happy doll. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I just completed my Geography essay homework ! Lol. Boy am I glad. Still got to do my English compre, Emath ws, Physics ppr and Biology ppr. There's an upcoming Physics test on monday and Social Studies mock exams on Tuesday as well. Natalie's got to study or else she'd fail again ): Need motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I saw Casxn at Tampines lvl4 on last friday ? Ahahs. She's still as pretty nd sweet as before. Have been seeing familiar faces around. Even dear girl's favourite person. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day to end the week. Happy 16th birthday to Geraldine ! I wanted to go home nd rest while Jaslyn nd Jayne were in school. But it started to rain heavily, so slacked around Whitesands library alone. Did some magazine reading until everyone was free to meet up at Tampines. Ate at ljs nd had girl talks. Hmm, what else ? Oh. They got their ears pierced. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, GGRs are getting common these days. It's kind of awkward though. Jaslyn thinks so too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach cramps are hell. I don't like it a single bit. Nd it's bad to lend your sister those purple spectacles - though it's cool, when you'll be needing to use it. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahkor came into my room just now. It seems like I haven't been talking to my siblings for the longest time. Even my parents. Even if mum tried to start conversations with me. Even if my dad's home this afternoon. I did nothing much. Why ? It got me thinking for awhile. Almost teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've changed myself. To void from my own family. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tian. Getting so emotional these days. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall prepare to go church with Jaslyn soon. Goodbye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115416126479187296?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115416126479187296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115416126479187296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115416126479187296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115416126479187296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/before-were-torn-apart.html' title='Before we&apos;re torn apart.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115400884027397178</id><published>2006-07-27T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:25.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me you need me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shakened. But I don't want any sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I went out with my sister to Cityhall, her N6280 got stolen by some pickpocket. Fuck that person. I'd curse him/her to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went studying for Physics at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; on Sunday with Jaslyn. Bumped into Stephanie nd Jan, our two classmates. Then we decided to have long walks to downtown nd back to Whitesands again. Ate dinner out with Mum at the community centre, after which we went down to the police station to reports stuff. Rushed through the graduation presentation. For days, I have had lack of sleep. Only mere 2-3 hours consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;HATE&lt;/s&gt; detest Pastoral Care lessons. Mr Tan just had to pick on me that time just because he thougt I was daydreaming. I fucking am not that example girl you said I was ! You got on my nerve. Sheesh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that made me think back when I didn't want to-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physics mocks was manageable I guess. But I wasn't happy that others were copying answers from one another since no teacher was around during the test. It was quite unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd yeah, we 've gotten back our Emath mocks. It was a surprise I failed yet once again with 27/80. It's not like I wanted to. English Prelim orals ? I came in last in class with only 10.5/20. My conversation nd picure discussion are hopeless cases. I didn't expect it to be so horrible. Partly, it's also because we got Ms Thanabal instead. Then today, Mr Tan handed us back our Amath Integration test. I fucking don't know why I can fail so badly. 5/21 ? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes burning nd swelling with tears. It hurts so much. They always ask : Are you okay ? Yes I am OKAY. Who am I kidding. It makes me tired I want to sleep. I tried but got woken by Mrs Lopez. I tried again, yet the tears still trickled down my face while in the bus. It was an awful wet sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm down. Such a loser. Cheer up ? What's the use. It doesn't help pull my grades up yanno. I really am not good at studying. I can't keep up in school ! No one could bother much nd really teach me. Food makes me happy. Though not always. Nowdays, I always depend on it instead of doing other foolish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. My HONGKONG bestie's sweet 16 birthday was on the 26th. Bought her the top we saw tgt, nd the lovely cake. Hope you liked it yes ? Samatha's birthday is today which is the 27th. Didn't have time to get her some snacks so I shared my kitkat. Lol. Went shopping at town yesterday with Agnes, Jaslyn nd Shir to get Geraldine her birthday present. Preeetiful nd sweet just like her. We hope she'll like it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Emath test on Geraldine's birthday, which is tomorrow. Ahahahs. Oh yes, Happy Birthday all July babes nd hunks ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it's al in my head once more. Nd I was reading back on my old blog. Gosh. Natalie why are you so &lt;i&gt;silly&lt;/i&gt; ? Anw. Here's a nice song I remembered hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Brian Mcknight.&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night when you're awake,&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling out for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever reminisce?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in nothing like this&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy&lt;br /&gt;How I still can feel your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;s&gt;six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;/s&gt; (2mths, 4 days, 22hrs)&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much and I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I should be over you&lt;br /&gt;I should know better but it's just not the case&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;s&gt;six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;/s&gt; (2mths, 4 days, 22hrs)&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever ask about me?&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends still tell you what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Every time the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish it was me calling you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Or has time put out the flame?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Is everything okay?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough just passing the time&lt;br /&gt;When I can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where is the good in goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&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/29207309-115400884027397178?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115400884027397178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115400884027397178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115400884027397178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115400884027397178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/tell-me-you-need-me_27.html' title='Tell me you need me.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115356079414355529</id><published>2006-07-22T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With pride nd love.</title><content type='html'>Finally the weekend now after a long hectic time. I've got much to update. I haven't been blogging due to my lazyness. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English mocks last Tuesday, nd the prelim orals on thursday afternoon. I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; both were tough. Either that or it is just me being stupid. Hahas. I'm fortunate that Ms Thanabal did have eye contact with me, nd not just shaking her legs or having her eyes wander at different directions. Though she did prompted me a few times, oh well. HAHAS. Pity the first few though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had good Social Studies lessons with video clips in the library, if not for those classmates who were talking so loudly in the room. Moreover, &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; rude ones could even shout at Mrs Heng when she forgotten to return us our Emath mock pprs. How incorrigible ! I was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I'm SUPER annoyed by &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. You're still the same as before nd trust me to believe that I'd think you would change for the better. It was a temporary act. Can't they all see ? Gosh. Backstabbing me behind my back. Bitching about my bestfriend. Cheating on us nd yourself. That's what I detest the most. What's your problem ? What good will you get in return ? You think you're such a bigshot ? What a close friend indeed. All those horrible things you did. Deceiving everyone. Being so unfair. For all this, why won't I get upset nd agitated. You tell me. I should say that you're actually a nice friend we'd known for a long time. But I can admit that sometimes, we just can't stand you. Yes, we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in-charge of re-editing the whole graduation presentation for our class. It's tiring I guess. Two nights before, I forgotten to save the powerpt which was halfway through. Lalas man. I'm 3/4 to finishing now. Just need the songs nd pictures for both the video nd the powerpt. I hope it's not too awful. I'm not artistic you see. Lol. Thnks for all who helped out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this time round it would be much better ? More pictures of the girls in the class. Then &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; wouldn't be so unhappy that her face isn't there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste my efforts. I didn't even have time to study for all the tests. Enough is enough. Oh my tiann. What a hostile entry today. I'm going out with my sister now. Cityhall here I come. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115356079414355529?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115356079414355529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115356079414355529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115356079414355529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115356079414355529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-pride-nd-love.html' title='With pride nd love.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115314557590315039</id><published>2006-07-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so jaded.</title><content type='html'>Monday blues. Started out pretty bad I guess. Awoke at 0645am on this day therefore, had to cab down to school so as to not be late, but to no avail. So saddening. Nd OMFG. The fare cost me $9.70 ! My day's allowance gone just like that. Fucking high rates I tell you. Rarrh. Fortunately enough, it was only my first time round for late-coming this semester. I escaped from the stupid spot check too. Lalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I forgotten to bring my PE shirt. Ahh. Played ball in my uniform with Jaslyn while the others were in their attire. Then was break time. The food were very much tempting, but I resisted (Oh fine, I didn't have money already). Lessons came nd go. Stayed back for MT Olvl Listening. They were being nice to get me food, but I didn't have anymore appetite. I'd feel bad too. I didn't eat &lt;u&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/u&gt; gosh. Read my Pure Chemistry text instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so confusing. I think I'm down with depression. One moment I'm nice nd all, another moment I vent my anger like a fucktard. At some point of time, I felt like crying. But I don't know why. Tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 1 or 2 mistakes in the exam. The music almost drained me ! I could have fallen asleep throughout the paper. It's the end of MT. We can now concentrate on other subjects. Left for Whitesands with Jaslyn nd Geraldine. Completed the Emath Coordinate Geometry worksheet at the foodcourt. Then, I finally got myself a &lt;i&gt;hamburger&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt;. Sheesh. Walked home with them soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I gorged myself with food as usual. Had bread with cheese, half a cup of yoghurt, nd supper which mum brought home : Fried rice, Green curry chicken &amp;amp; Fried spicy noodles. Sighs. Weird, ain't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's such a bitch. What's the world coming to ? Is anyone experiencing the same things as me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115314557590315039?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115314557590315039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115314557590315039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115314557590315039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115314557590315039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-so-jaded.html' title='You&apos;re so jaded.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115306656985300799</id><published>2006-07-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:24.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh la passion.</title><content type='html'>Remember about the school tie alteration ? Hahaha, so here's a collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Photo-0114.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Photo-0114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More about school uniforms ? Messed around with sister's. Ehehhehs. It was quite amusing lah. Though I look stupid I know. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281033%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281033%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met Jaslyn nd Geraldine yesterday afternoon. We were laughing at people in Whitesands ! Lol. Evening came so they went off. Cindy, Chantel, Shir nd I had dinner at Tampines before training down to Cityhall. Time was running out so we cabbed down to VCH. The dance concert went well. Pretty much interesting with the different genres. I especially liked the finale, &lt;i&gt;"Night of the living dolls"&lt;/i&gt;. Met some familiar faces there, friends, juniors, ex-seniors. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was there as well-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Took pictures nd all with the girls. Here's some of the photos (others will be uploaded in my albums) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Copy%20of%20Image%281058%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Copy%20of%20Image%281058%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like my eyes ? I know the effects are cool. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/DSC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/DSC00299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nd all of us tgt. Kim, Chantel, Shir, Nat, Felchy, Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it all ended, Shir nd I stayed around the place for awhile before heading back to tampines for dessert. We talked. We ran. We laughed. Times when I felt &lt;s&gt;jealous&lt;/s&gt; so very envious of others. Makes me think of the sad past. Gosh, please slap me. By the time I reached home, it was already past 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281049%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281049%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey my dear girl. Look ! Ahahs. Thnks for holding my hand, guiding me along (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired this morning, I went late for my tuition yet again. After which Phoebe, Syy nd I settled at Tampines' KFC to do our Emath. Then off to Syy's house, where I attempted to read my Geography text. I've been eating all the while. I'm getting fatter. Nd not only that, my pocket's burnt a huge hole. An new school week is starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. This is dedicated to Phoebe ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Copy%20of%20Image%281067%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Copy%20of%20Image%281067%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xie xie ni rang wo chen yong you xin fu de gan jue ;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115306656985300799?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115306656985300799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115306656985300799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115306656985300799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115306656985300799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-la-passion.html' title='Oh la passion.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115292413202888625</id><published>2006-07-15T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:24.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These words are my own from my heart flown.</title><content type='html'>Emath test on Trigonometry nd Quadratic functions. My gosh I thought it was quite alright. Until I found out my answers differ so much from my friends ! This is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Kobayashi at Eastpoint after school, for &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; consecutive days. Eating too many a times can get quite sick. Lol. Yes, we miss the foodcourt in Whitesands. Anw. Ate ice-cream at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; yesterday. We were thinking for each other, what school we look like we are from, if we were not in SAC. Nd omfg. I don't like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the shadow game with Geraldine. Hahah. Then we altered the school tie ahahah. It was kind of obvious we were making fun of one particular school in the neighbourhood. Bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked onto this site. Try it ; &lt;a href="http://www.freaknfunny.com/files/upload/draw-a-pig.swf"&gt;DRAW A PIG.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drew your pig : Toward the middle of the frame, you are a realist. Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions. With many details, you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful. With less than 4 legs, you are insecure or living through a period of major change. The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are. You are a good listener. The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life. You have a good sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing nonsense nd slacking lately. I can't concentrate well on my plans. Sheesh. I haven't even started accordingly. Maybe they should lock this laptop away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister wrote "dream on :D" just below my goal, on the whiteboard. Stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the dance concert night, &lt;i&gt;La Passion&lt;/i&gt;. Gnna meet the girls to go tgt. I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115292413202888625?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115292413202888625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115292413202888625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115292413202888625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115292413202888625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-words-are-my-own-from-my-heart.html' title='These words are my own from my heart flown.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115271198287397545</id><published>2006-07-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:24.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop moving.</title><content type='html'>Dad cooked pepper crabs for dinner on Saturday night. Had Emath revision with Cindy on Sunday afternoon till late. Emath mock exams held on Monday afternoon. I gave up 20marks without attempting. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not my forte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I suppose the effort used for studying has gone down the drain. I can't seem to apply. Anw. A cat came to our house door yesterday past midnight. I was nice enough to give it milk. Rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school curriculum, the usuals would hang out at Whitesands to have dinner tgt. Of course, always the fun. But somehow I realised my time management nd plans aren't very wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day wasn't good to start with. The blister on my finger hurts from writing with too much force. The muscles on my calves are strained from running nd skipping. Mrs Loh came into our class for a talk about our T-scores nd all. To be struggling behind, nd there's a need to catch up or else others would overtake. Her words were too pressurizing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am afraid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Even Ms Lim added that in order for us to enter for a poly course, a Mathematics must not fail. However, I've gotten E8 nd D7 for my MYE. Do I have any other options ? &lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry homework was incomplete, so Mrs Teo was upset. I wasn't fully prepared for a test as well. Mrs Teo refused to take into consideration the last question I did before handing up. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fault.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Noorain was pulled into the trouble. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apologies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was on the verge to tear for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came afternoon, which meant the MT Olevel orals. I know I'm not very good with my second language, so even just a moderate pass I'd be contented. But seems like I've just burst the bubble of my only hope ? There it goes. Chinese teacher was so right then. My oral is devastating. The question was too random btw. How was it ? It was super good. Too good such that I broke down after finishing. Being prompted every few seconds until they didn't have anything else to help me. Its depressing enough. Too traumatised for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible fucking shithead. All this while, I've let my emotions get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly, we &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; pray hard. Hopefully our written work wouldn't be as awful. Work hard for the other subjects then. Nd cheer up girl. With love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo, I'm sorry to be such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ho, I'm in a state of remorse. Letting you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel demoralised by what others say. Maybe I'd want to try to be a loner. Is it possible ? Because I don't think anyone would seriously bother much. I could even skip breaks like I used to, since I need to save badly for birthdays as well as the nearing graduation night. Of which I currently don't have much interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. What bitches. What hypocrites nd backstabbers. Is it so hard to give in just a little ? What's with the jealousy nd anger when a friend does well ? Why must she get all fessed up with me at times ? With such sarcasm. When she do well herself, she can't be bothered about us. I myself can't seem to stand her attitude recently. It's as if she thinks she must have the best of everything, nd we have to abide her rules. It's not her game anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom-it-may-concern : On the other hand, why not have the courage to tell her off ? You ought to stand for what you think is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always enjoy being the middleman because I'd feel threatened nd confused. Effed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281015%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've planned. I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28933%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28933%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supposedly we're going to the school's dance concert &lt;i&gt;La Passion&lt;/i&gt; this coming Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%281009%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%281009%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh sister got me dark chocolates nd all from &lt;u&gt;Candyempire&lt;/u&gt; (: Fucking bitter. My love.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115271198287397545?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115271198287397545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115271198287397545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115271198287397545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115271198287397545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-stop-moving.html' title='Don&apos;t stop moving.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115232818407101453</id><published>2006-07-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:23.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost without you.</title><content type='html'>To recap, there's been quite a happening in our school. Carrie Chong came to promote some event on wednesday. She's pretty ! Then on Thursday, Chen Yi, a Taiwanese pop singer, came to perform for the lower secondary level tgt with a 9.33fm dj. Almost the whole class of 4/8 rushed down to the galleria after the school bell rang, to sneak nd watch ! He even waved at us. Ahahas. Rather cute lah. He got a good dressing style. Picture's sort of blurred though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28985%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28985%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to block85 for dessert before Geraldine finished her tutorials. Ate our homemade noodles from Whitesands later on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;She was so near yet so far-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended school at 12pm instead yesterday since the teachers from different schools had an important meeting I suppose. Whitesands' food eateries were all occupied by students ! Noticed that HSC students kept looking at us, it's effing irritating. And there was a madman on the loose. Ahahs. We ate at &lt;u&gt;New York Pizza&lt;/u&gt;. It was quite a mess. Jayne nd I shared the &lt;i&gt;New Yorker&lt;/i&gt; meal while Jaslyn nd Geraldine each had a &lt;i&gt;Pizza Burger&lt;/i&gt;. Very filling nd yummy ! After which we walked home tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Jayne to town. Many students all over orchard. We went to look around &lt;u&gt;Forver21&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt; etc. Shopping isn't fun when one doesn't have much cash. Loved those flats we spotted. 93bucks ! Who would be nice enough to get me those black ones ? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28988%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28988%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28987%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28987%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then to Fareast nd Jayne bought her brown beaded necklace while I've gotten this &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; white-with-pink-polka-dots sash, which I find of no use currently. Wth right ? Couldn't match my clothes. A fashion mistake. I actually wanted that butterfly-printed hairband &gt;:( Rarrh. Anw. Met into familiar faces. Kelsey, Nisha, Alexcia, Dirisa, seniors etc. Then to Taka to get her stuffs. Dinner time ! Yet there was too much crowd. We walked back to Wisma then to Cineleisure. Settled for &lt;u&gt;Kobayashi&lt;/u&gt; ! A must to go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28994%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28994%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked around the place. We got freaked out by those movie posters of the &lt;i&gt;Lady in Water&lt;/i&gt;. Lol. Trained back. Reached home close to 11pm. Had some spaghetti that brother left for me. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored at home today. Just got up not long ago. Gnna grab some bites. Having no plans currently. I miss going to church. Hur. Oh yes. I have no idea what to get for my friends' birthday gifts. Lalas. Saving schemes got to start yet again.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115232818407101453?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115232818407101453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115232818407101453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115232818407101453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115232818407101453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-without-you.html' title='Lost without you.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115202871784662333</id><published>2006-07-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:23.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the brightest shining star.</title><content type='html'>Back to school. So there wasn't any plans the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were pretty much slack. Emath period was so comical. Anw. Had dental checkup with 3 other friends during assembly. It was way interesting. Grotesque manner. The dental nurse had me dirtied my blouse nd flooded the water in my rinsing cup. I was even laughing while spitting out blood. They were all looking at me. Goodness. Funny experiences at the wrong time I suppose. Like, &lt;u&gt;ewwww&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA. She didn't polish my teeth as requested. Rarrhs. But they gave us those pink disclosing tablets we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No curriculum so we went off to Whitesands for lunch. Homemade noodles ! Jaslyn nd Geraldine are two hilarious girls. Lol. Utter embarrassment today lah. Did many silly things nd conversations. Then did our Emath homework as well until late evening. Dad bought home chicken pies while mum had steamed buns for our dinner. So yummy. Ate to my heart's content. Ahahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115202871784662333?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115202871784662333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115202871784662333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115202871784662333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115202871784662333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-brightest-shining-star.html' title='You&apos;re the brightest shining star.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115190049338997543</id><published>2006-07-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:23.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My polka dotted sky.</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagged&lt;/u&gt; : Geraldine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;INSTRUCTIONS :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITH complaint.&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 3 persons to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourites :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour : Black Brown White Green Purple Red Pink Silver&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food : Korean Cuisine &amp; Macs&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie : Not sure&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport : Cycling, Running &amp;amp; Badminton&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week : It depends&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season : Summer &amp; Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream : Chocolate mint &amp;amp; Green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Currents :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood : Blanked&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste : Sweet (Cold chocolate drink)&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes : Shirt nd primary school shorts ? Lol&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop : Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour : Washed out pink&lt;br /&gt;Current Time : 1046am&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings : Bed table paper tv pooh bag&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances : My testimonial &amp; homeworks !&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts : What to do ltr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firsts :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend : Janice from kindergarden (Migrated)&lt;br /&gt;First Crush : Brandon, my childhood playmate HAHA&lt;br /&gt;First Movie : Not sure&lt;br /&gt;First Lie : I don't seem to rmb&lt;br /&gt;First Music : Hrm ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lasts :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette : I don't smoke but my dad does&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink : Cold chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride : Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush : HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie : I'm outdated&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call : Mum&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played : None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your bestfriend : Shir ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law : Chewing gum's no harm&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV : When we supported Sylvester Sim ? That was retarhded. But I ever been on the Newpaper &amp;amp; some video lol&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know : Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing : My specs hairband earrings shirt shorts&lt;br /&gt;4 things you done today : Slept talk cook blog&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now : Television noise outside my room sister talking Itunes playlist.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored : Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who have been tagged :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who bothers. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me to tuition yesterday. After which Syy nd Jaslyn accompanied me to change that &lt;u&gt;Kappa&lt;/u&gt; top at Isetan. Syy bought her black striped pumps. Oh we had lunch at the usual foodcourt in Century Sq. Saba fish set nd Kimchi fried rice ! It was good. But Jaslyn nd I got cheated of our money. We had an &lt;i&gt;unchilled&lt;/i&gt; big coconut each that cost $3.10. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. and i'm currently watching this variety show on cable. featuring &lt;strong&gt;Mike He&lt;/strong&gt;, or rather, &lt;em&gt;Jiang Meng &lt;/em&gt;! man, he's so comical! he's trying to dance some retro dance now, he can't dance, seriously! HEH. ( &lt;strong&gt;NAT&lt;/strong&gt;, got repeat tmr at 0630 on ch54! ) .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I so want to watch please ? Thnks Ger btw. Eh fuck. How about the section's outing ? Aye, it's not even confirmed. Hahahah. I have no idea what's going on. Oh my tiann then my sister started to annoy me nd all just now (I think she swings). Anw I just cooked spagetti with her. It's super too much, very filling. Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've found my current Chinese song on the 1st of July. It was just uploaded on youtube by a kind soul (thnks stranger). I waited the whole night searching for it lah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrhehRsSg9E"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrhehRsSg9E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115190049338997543?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115190049338997543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115190049338997543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115190049338997543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115190049338997543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-polka-dotted-sky.html' title='My polka dotted sky.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115176184036525751</id><published>2006-07-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:23.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push those feelings aside.</title><content type='html'>Awoke with perspiration nd sore voice. Ate nasi lemak for lunch this afternoon (yes its this crazy even when I'm sick) since parents brought food home. They have no idea I'm not well. Then went out to meet Shir to walkwalk at Bugis. They have this &lt;u&gt;SuperHeroes&lt;/u&gt; shop which sells interesting tops nd all. Hahas. While crossing the junction, there were 2 guys (if I'm not wrong) directly behind us who went "Her name's Natalie right ?" "Hahaha" "Or is it Naat-alie ?" Omg my name ? I was scared off I didn't dare look back. Shir was busy talking to me she didn't take notice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Bought a top each. Gnna go back there another time if possible. Took pictures to upload. Nd we took turns wearing my jacket. Laughs. She looks nice too. Ooh. We found our boyfriends. HAHA. Mr handsem(s) situated at Bugis. So lalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Copy%20of%20Bubble%20%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Copy%20of%20Bubble%20%2825%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our legs were all sore from all the walking. Trained back to Tampines. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;It was pure coincidence -.&lt;/span&gt; Then took a bus ride back to Pasir Ris. Had to buy my own dinner from central. The guys selling me duck rice were very weird but friendly ! They even smiled nd said bye. HAHA. Oh mann. Got myself bubble tea as well. Walked all the way back home at a very slow pace. My foot hurts badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain my flu nd cough will take quite awhile to recover. Sister's in my room nd she turned on the air-conditioner, currently sleeping on my bed. Sheesh. Tommorow's tuition nd all. Monday evening's Haegen Daaz with section I suppose. Yummys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shir. Thnks my lovely girl (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115176184036525751?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115176184036525751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115176184036525751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115176184036525751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115176184036525751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/push-those-feelings-aside.html' title='Push those feelings aside.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115169121956618419</id><published>2006-07-01T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:23.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could be the miracle.</title><content type='html'>It's finally the end of the first school week. We're all already drained so quickly. Moreover, I've taken cab to school twice this time. How waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Did running for 2 consecutive days. Sheesh. Then went a little too high on Thursday. Lol. I was laughing nd singing so much nonsense. Something's just not right. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm sick btw. Yet no doctor or medicine. Parents doesn't know lah. Not very comfortable breaking into cold sweats at night. Head spinning nd all due to fever, needing tissues all the time. Please don't come near me or you'd catch my flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried sleeping from 4pm all the way till late night, hoping that I would be okay by then ? But to no avail. Cooked my own dinner : porridge. Then made hot chocolate since cold drinks would not be too good an idea. Still, I'm not getting any better. Gosh. I can't stand it anymore. This feeling's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled running with Jayne in evening. Dang. I hope I can make it for Saturday's plans of running nd going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find this Chinese song I heard recently. Later sometime perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115169121956618419?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115169121956618419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115169121956618419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115169121956618419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115169121956618419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-could-be-miracle_01.html' title='If you could be the miracle.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115142062559560965</id><published>2006-06-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She cried for me.</title><content type='html'>Supper was sushis last night. Mum bought my jacket home. On second thoughts, I think it's a size too big. I'll still take it though. But she nagged about my hfone bills for over usage. Lol. Nevermind about that. I'm quite pleased for now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them in the bus to go school tgt. Almost falling asleep through the lessons. My face still looks awful. Went to Tampines' &lt;u&gt;Sakae&lt;/u&gt; after school with Shir for our buffet tgt to celebrate our 11mth. The official day is supposedly tomorrow. Hahas. We ate to our hearts content. 24 plates in total nd couldn't take in more. I don't know why. Silly waitresses kept walking up nd down, clearing our plates for no reason. Oh wells. Stayed there from 3.15pm till 5.30pm. Ahahs. Did many many silly things as well. Gosh we went effing madd. Here are the retarhded videos then (ps have to load first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL3nLUDJzvQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL3nLUDJzvQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we shopped for Syy's present that's very late. Met into a few friends. Went home by bus ride. I fucking slept like a pig without knowing the bus had a crowd. Omfg the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loh talked to us about our Olevels during assembly period today. It's scaring me out of my wits already. Sighs. My bright star isn't shining very clear anymore. It seems to get further than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have a pretty face. I envy. I get jealous of others. These feelings take over me. Sometimes I say to myself. What's the point of makeups nd all. When I know that my ugly image will always be there, ineradicable ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115142062559560965?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115142062559560965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115142062559560965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115142062559560965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115142062559560965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-cried-for-me.html' title='She cried for me.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115133371422396829</id><published>2006-06-26T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her crowned beauty.</title><content type='html'>Haircut at Fareast's &lt;u&gt;Haruscene&lt;/u&gt; as usual. Yet however, this time went horribly wrong. My fringey is just weird lah. Sheesh. Nd omfg, I have a huge pimple popping out. Dang. So yeah. In the previous 2 days, I've bought my new stationeries, converse shoes nd socks. That's all to prepare I guess. Went for some famm shopping too. Lol. Mum nd I bought clothes from &lt;u&gt;Mng&lt;/u&gt; sales. I've gotten the red&amp;black striped collar top as well as purple pants (she bought more lah). Dad got himself 2 shirts. Sister bought a &lt;u&gt;Pony&lt;/u&gt; sling at Taka. Rarrh. I shall borrow it from her HAHA. Also reserved mum's &lt;u&gt;Nike&lt;/u&gt; footwear nd my &lt;u&gt;Le Coq Sportif&lt;/u&gt; jacket. I wantttt. But there's only L size since the M had a stain. No more other stocks. Either I get it or I don't. Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Lalas%20%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Lalas%20%2854%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I don't know why I like the jacket. Mum says its quite nyce though. Hmm. Had my yummy Korean sabafish set on saturday at Tampines ; fish steamboat (?) nd fried oyster egg for dinner yesterday at Geylang. Oh, Ahkor wasn't with us since he was at home, injured. Lol. He called up to say tell us nd wanted only a burger for dinner. How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. It's the start of the new term today at school. Cabbed down with Jaslyn, Geraldine nd Jayne since it was late. Hard time walking a superr long way, flagging for a taxi with all those busy traffic jams. Seeing familiar faces all over again. It's sort of a pleasant thing I supppose ? Hahas. Had Amath tutorials then. I'm in this &lt;i&gt;Band2&lt;/i&gt; class which wasn't very fine. Couldn't really catch up on the teacher as well as my peers. Fucking stress I tell you. Almost on the verge to cry. It was stupid. Then I remembered what they always tell me : I have to approach for help. Friends don't seem to really bother so I asked the teacher instead. Does do some good. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; with the usuals for lunch/dinner at Whitesands. Walked home tgt with them (:&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the happenings. Not a good day for us ; but we still smile to the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115133371422396829?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115133371422396829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115133371422396829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115133371422396829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115133371422396829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/her-crowned-beauty.html' title='Her crowned beauty.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115108075525019534</id><published>2006-06-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's left of me.</title><content type='html'>Overslept as usual yesterday. A slice of strawberry cheescake for breakfast. Managed to help dad as much as I could, until he closed the stall. Business was pretty good. Much better then the previous experience. Nd he gave me 30bucks this time round. Had fish noodles nd carrot juice for lunch. Anw. I noticed those students. It's either they smile at you, or they give bewildered looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove me home. Wanted to have dinner out tgt. But I stubbornly told him that I didn't want to eat. Then when we were back home, he tried asking the others if they wanted to eat out but all he got in reply was 'no'. So he didn't have dinner as well. Effing sucks lah. I feel darn bad. Went out to meet Cindy instead. We walked around Tampines mall, had some good chats, nd ate at &lt;u&gt;Ljs&lt;/u&gt;. Then I bought my liquid eyeliner. Lol. No harm trying out the effects. There goes my money. Flutter. Went home after that. Had supper again. Mum brought back all those yummy food lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep on the computer repeatedly. Dang. Friends instant messaged but I didn't get to reply. Awake at 8:55am. Currently just chatting nd listening to music. Lydia shared with me this site on the 'Magic Ball'. Kind of interesting yanno. With all those answers I got for first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn : Am I happy ?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;i&gt;Probably not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn : Are you sure ?&lt;br /&gt;Ans : &lt;i&gt;It is certain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, going out ltr today with family. Supposedly to have my haircut, buy school stationeries nd all.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told myself I've given up on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Homeworks can just fucking be put aside. I only left a day. Spare me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115108075525019534?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115108075525019534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115108075525019534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115108075525019534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115108075525019534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-left-of-me.html' title='What&apos;s left of me.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115097664333336234</id><published>2006-06-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of mine.</title><content type='html'>Was being lazy that I woked up at noon yesterday. So I had to rush down to TP, to help dad with the orders nd &lt;i&gt;money-collecting&lt;/i&gt;. Even though it was already evening, there were still quite a number of students wanting to eat. Anw. I sort of made a mess for being so careless. Charging extra for those who did takeaways nd giving a wrong order. Bahhh. Late lunch alone. Fish nd chips. Then dad said I could go off first since it was close to 7pm. Not too bad, I've gotten myself 20bucks. On the way back home, I almost got banged down by a stupid lorry. Hahas. Refreshed nd then off to meet Cindy. Walked around Tampines. Bumped into Hanwen nd Zesheng at Century Square again ? Ahahs.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; But seeing them makes part of me think of yo&lt;u&gt;u&lt;/u&gt;. Tell me why am I being so silly when I know we're over nd maybe forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we walked off to &lt;u&gt;Cafe Cartel&lt;/u&gt; for our sweet treats. Super nice ah. Mine was the Oreo cheesecake while hers was the Chicago cheesecake. Then, we went to &lt;u&gt;Starbucks&lt;/u&gt; to chat with them for awhile until nearing 11pm. The drinks were tempting but no. Homed after. There was no dinner left. But good thing mum didn't nag at me. A long day I suppose.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Why can't I shake it off. Yo&lt;u&gt;u&lt;/u&gt; still seem well-off without me. I should do the same. Not going on thinking too much that I can't contain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using the computer when I fell asleep again. By the time I awoke at about 5.40am, somebody had switched it off. Effing annoyed lah. Cindy was supposed to give me a morning call today at 8am but she slept till 9.47am. Lol. But yeah, I was still asleep as well. So we pushed the time back to 11am instead. Had &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; at Whitesands for lunch. Completed my Emath homework. Then we went up to the library to read magazines nd books. Haha interesting. There were some books we found related to Chemistry, Biology, Physics nd Geography. By then, was already 6pm so I bought noodles nd went home.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Even if its tough. Yes I will. Unless_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't be bothered about Pure Chemistry TYS, I'm still having these homeworks left aside : Amath TYS questions, Geography corrections, Social Studies notes &amp; Physics papers. The chills.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants tickets to Sentosa ? I've got 2 more here. Have no use for it now since the plan's cancelled. It's until 30th June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115097664333336234?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115097664333336234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115097664333336234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115097664333336234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115097664333336234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/tears-of-mine.html' title='Tears of mine.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115081322495628768</id><published>2006-06-20T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It spells the pain.</title><content type='html'>Went for dinner yesterday with sister nd cousin at the hawker center nearby. Omfg I didn't know how to order those food. I tried speaking in English then translated to Chinese but the uncle didn't get anything ? So cousin had to help me. Then I spilled the sauces on the tray nd the people in the queue just looked. Dang I'm so useless. It was way embarrassing I tell you. Anw. Had our desserts as well, so I &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to clear the plates nd all. But the cleaner came nd saw me doing something bad HAHAH. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Guanwei this afternoon to Tan Tock Seng Hospital for his consultation thing. I was shocked to see him in that state. So yes. It's my first time there, how exciting please. The place was better than what I expected. So mean, we laughed at people. HAHAHA how silly. After which we cabbed down to Katong to eat at this Japanese restaurant. The atmosphere was so style. Effing yummy food nd erm, drinks. Ahahs. But gosh, the bill wasn't very appealing. Hurr. Oh I have pictures to upload to the albums. I hope he doesn't see this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off home. I'm feeling restless yet again. My heads stuck to Lifehouse songs nd some others. Bahhh. Where's my concentration nd motivation to study ? They're gone. I don't feel like bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away ;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts. I hope Guanwei reads this lah. Thnks my dearest Dage (: For the treat nd the fun time. I enjoyed myself super much. It was very very nice of you. Oh yes. Please recover soon. Take care nd be careful alright. Then you can go off taking your bike test nd get back to school. Hahas. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;_______ says:&lt;br /&gt;wat happen to u and your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______ says:&lt;br /&gt;why ur pic so sad one&lt;br /&gt;______ says:&lt;br /&gt;sad ? hahah. i thot it was rather different&lt;br /&gt;______ says:&lt;br /&gt;its like you're the kind that slashes ur wrist lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleed. Bleed. BLEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thnks Timmy for the songs. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115081322495628768?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115081322495628768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115081322495628768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115081322495628768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115081322495628768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-spells-pain.html' title='It spells the pain.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115066844430431426</id><published>2006-06-19T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fucktardd.</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home again on Saturday. Wanted to do my homework in the morning while watching MTV but some relatives had to come by, so I gave in. Did baking with sister. We made double chocolate chunk cookies. The first attempt, we got like large-sized cookies. Ahah she nd her crazy ways, but it was fun lah. Watched this korean show at night with mum. Super saddening that I could tear. Title was 'Brother nd me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th June. Happy Fathers' Day. Woked up early nd went for tuition at 201 first. After which Jaslyn, Syy nd I went to Bedok to have lunch. Ate chicken rice again. I'm like sick of it now. Then went home first before going out with family. Dad drove us down to Fareast Plaza nd he went off to his pub as usual. Wanted to get my haircut at &lt;u&gt;The scene&lt;/u&gt;, but the person didn't work on Sundays. The other hairstylist would charge me &lt;i&gt;10bucks&lt;/i&gt; more ! Like wth. So we've got to wait till next week I suppose. Oh we walked down to DFS galleria. Said my bag shouldn't punch the holes or else the authenticy won't be there already. Gosh. Anw, there were many many nice branded stuff. Yeah for instance, that lovely Burberry jacket costing 510. For now, I have to go at a lower budget. When I grow up, I would want to earn alot of money. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked further on to the Heeren. Actually decided to have Marche for dinner, but it closed down. So we went up to &lt;u&gt;Sakae&lt;/u&gt; nd ate our 80bucks worth. Darn bad. Ahkor can really eat good food. Sheesh. Anyhow, I was talking to him about some nice shops he could try. Nd so we went into &lt;u&gt;Fleshimp&lt;/u&gt; hahas. He got this black top at 35. Omg mum wanted to let me get something from there too (even the jacket at 70) yet when she said "don't force yourself if you don't like", well I left the shop empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into &lt;u&gt;Adidas&lt;/u&gt; 2 times. I reaaally wanted that Adicolour jacket (comes in black or white). But there wasn't sales nd it cost 149. So then I picked on this brown with yellow stripes jacket as well as the black with light pink stripes since they were only 119. Nd guess what. They're for males. Omfg lah ? So annoying. I missed that teeny bit to getting it because the so-called label "male cutting" turned my mum away. Ladies' ones are either green or pink. This is so unfair. Screamm. I didn't give up my hope to find a suitable jacket. &lt;u&gt;NewUrbanMale&lt;/u&gt; had some cotton-material ones mum asked if I liked. Nice colour combinations, but the country designs example "Brazil"or "Japan" etc &lt;i&gt;damaged&lt;/i&gt; it. Even Puma jackets are soccer-fad now. Imagine if those countries lost, people will throw eggs at you nd laugh. Hahahahah. How random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already the time for the shops to close, but Wisma's &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt; nd &lt;u&gt;Nikewomen&lt;/u&gt; were still open till close to 10pm. Anw, Nike jacket's at about 100, not bad. Told mum to complain about my Nike shoes we bought the other day nd omg. She really complained like shiet. Lol. I walked out to next door. The clothes were all so pretty nd nice, when will I be able to afford them ? Lalas man. The last stop was Lucky Plaza, waiting for Dad to fetch us all home. We went into the arcade first since Ahkor wanted to play. He completed the whatever Timecrisis shooting game. I was quite impressed with his shooting/aiming skills at first. But he boasted that he always wins. Oh 5th ? Laugh mann. HAHAH. So that's about today. Didn't buy anything !&amp;amp;@!*$^#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I know are getting injuries from biking. It's kind of saddening lah ? To see or know about all those deep cuts nd bruises, serious ones needed stitching. Like effing painful please. Hope they'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Shall re-edit the entire Bubbleshare. I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. I'm back. Didn't sleep the whole of yesterday. It's my nocturnal side again. Andrew kor was chatting with me as usual in the early morning (online in school). Anw. I've completed the photo albums already, with captions. Ahahs. Ilove blogging lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible staying home again today. Rarrh. Have to get my own lunch nd dinner as well. Supposed to do housework but I'm like leaving them all to my sister nd cousin to handle. Bahh. I need to find more interesting things to do. Oh yes. I can't stand people who change their minds so easily nd give false hopes. There.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115066844430431426?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115066844430431426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115066844430431426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115066844430431426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115066844430431426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-fucktardd.html' title='Oh fucktardd.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115045558106155780</id><published>2006-06-16T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:22.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed sweet nothings.</title><content type='html'>Studying early this morning wasn't too bad although we lazed. Met Cindy at &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; nd I got myself breakfast. Mcmuffin nd ice milo. We managed to complete only 1 structured essay question for Social studies. Then went to have lunch at the foodcourt. Goodness I bought &lt;i&gt;yong tau foo&lt;/i&gt;. Noodles again. Sick of it already lah. Didn't bother finishing it. So we found ourselves reading in the library. Cindy was funny, we had some interesting books. Oh some %$@!*?^# people took the books I wanted to read. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were falling asleep so we got out of that place. Headed back to &lt;u&gt;Macs&lt;/u&gt; to continue with Social studies. We've scraped through that subject already I suppose. Lalas mann. Bought my ice cream nd home I'm back. Watched MTV chinese nd asia with sister. Junxiang; Jiangmeng. He is top 5 hunk please. Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall cook more food. I'll try omelette or something. Just no noodles. I can puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt; this &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;. Rest in &lt;s&gt;peace&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll &lt;b&gt;reminisce&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTuKOxVW_Ck"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTuKOxVW_Ck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="275"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really sweet nd rather touching mv.&lt;br /&gt;There's a part in the song which goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Although I will curse you&lt;br /&gt;I'll still miss you&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a girl ; to whom love is everything"_&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115045558106155780?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115045558106155780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115045558106155780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115045558106155780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115045558106155780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/crushed-sweet-nothings.html' title='Crushed sweet nothings.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115038375064692076</id><published>2006-06-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:21.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattered deathbed.</title><content type='html'>Stayed home on wednesday since I was feeling lazy. But I didn't do any studying nor homework.  Painted my nails ahah. Prepared lunch for my mum nd sister. Had fried rice with campbell soup. Then snacked as well on ice cream. Have been using the laptop for long hours this holiday. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out early today. Hair darn shagged ahh. Trained down to Queenstown with Cindy. Bought 2 tops nd a comb from Queensway Shopping Centre. One of the tops was for my sister lah. See I'm a nice girl lol. Then we rushed back to cityhall to meet Marcus nd Dirisa. After which we headed to Bugis. Got myself the denim shorts nd a pair of earrings. Oh we had lunch at the &lt;u&gt;Bugiscafe&lt;/u&gt; ! Ordered the hokeypokey muffin nd cordial drink. Effing yummy. Hurhur. Soon we got bored with so much walking, so we trained back to Tampines. Met into some people. Ate dinner at the foodcourt, &lt;i&gt;shui jiao la mian&lt;/i&gt; ! I couldn't finish it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was already home when I went back. Sister likes the shirt ahahs. But it's up to believe if the label &lt;u&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/u&gt; is authenticated. Maybe it's just &lt;i&gt;old stocks&lt;/i&gt;. Who bothers. Cousin was asking why I didn't get her anything. Oops. Anw. When I'm out, food is the only thing I really look forward to (since shopping means money which I don't have) that makes me happy. I want those tops I saw. Gosh enough shopping for now. I'm broke. Bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload pictures another time. Lalas.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather down. Inferior. Everything's unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115038375064692076?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115038375064692076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115038375064692076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115038375064692076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115038375064692076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/tattered-deathbed.html' title='Tattered deathbed.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115021597545492495</id><published>2006-06-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names engraved tgt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Independence day&lt;/i&gt;. Off to White Sands myself from noon till early evening. Did my English nd Emath homework. Then Barbara, Phoebe nd Anne just popped out of nowhere. Hahah. After which I went to meet Cindy. We jogged from her house all the way to White Sands. Not bad lah. We had yoghurt nd 100plus there. Then walked back. Helped her take some pictures for uploading. Then mum called so I had to rush home. Yes, she was fucking shouting out loud that even girlfriend could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner myself. Ate super alot of food. My efforts put into exercising has all gone down the drain. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got schedule for this two weeks. When everything's over, it simply means BACK TO SCHOOL. How horribly wonderful. Oh. Cherry Boom's song is currently stucked in my mind (: Ask me if you wanna hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/cherryboom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/cherryboom.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CASSAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115021597545492495?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115021597545492495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115021597545492495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115021597545492495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115021597545492495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/names-engraved-tgt.html' title='Names engraved tgt.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115011321913354570</id><published>2006-06-12T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:51:48.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chemistry too weak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I still have this. My strawberry lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;Nd I keep thinking about yo&lt;u&gt;u&lt;/u&gt;. How things are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all this tears. But it's just so hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't catch a wink the whole of yesterday until noon. I was busy watching youtube's &lt;i&gt;Er Mo Zai Shen Bian&lt;/i&gt;. Almost cried over some scenes. Lol. Then I gave in nd slept all the way. It's already night time. Nobody's home, they're all out. Supposed to buy my own dinner again. I don't enjoy eating myself. Anw. I don't even know what should I get today. Stupid life. I even have to worry about my meals. Wtf mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirisa requested to meet for the ezlink so I reckon it'll be sometime this week. Don't want to drag time. Haven't done any homework the whole of yesterday as well as today. It's only 2 weeks till school reopens. I doubt that I can complete everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Shiet. Have to cook porridge for mum now. She's coming home soon nd I'm not prepared. Kor was online at noon. He went like "yo mei zi.. remember me bo ?" HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115011321913354570?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115011321913354570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115011321913354570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115011321913354570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115011321913354570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/chemistry-too-weak.html' title='The chemistry too weak.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-115003455748858837</id><published>2006-06-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:21.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No exchange for love.</title><content type='html'>Rarrh. Alarm clock didn't help me. Neither did Syy's message. I woke up at the time when tuition starts already. Lol. Rushed out of the house. Teacher said I was later then before. Couldn't go to the church fair but sister still got me my churros. Sweet sugary love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, Jaslyn nd I went over to Syy's place. Didn't want to go home anw. We bought chicken rice for lunch. Then we snacked on all the junk food (Everything). Wanted to do my English assignment, but ended up chatting all the way till close to 7pm. Ahahs. I bet her sister had a fairly good time listening to our conversations. Syy sent us off to the bus stop. Jaslyn was kind enough to wait for my bus to come. How thoughtfully nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I know what's going on, I'm glad that some misunderstandings are cleared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with family. Watched some programmes. Omfg JIANG MENG my favourite guy ! Lalas. Dad brought home more food for us. I've finished it all with my wonderous appetite, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;It's already 2:37am. I've been thinking of that white &lt;u&gt;Puma&lt;/u&gt; belt with studded diamante. 40bucks please. Ah fuck. Almost could have bought it, but there wasn't anymore sizes. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-115003455748858837?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115003455748858837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=115003455748858837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115003455748858837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/115003455748858837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-exchange-for-love.html' title='No exchange for love.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29207309.post-114996089805435653</id><published>2006-06-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:14:21.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is perfection.</title><content type='html'>I'm still up in the late night since I haven't completed my Emath assignment. The previous post was sort of random I guess. I've too much on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Dad was drunk when he came home on friday night. He came into my room nd looked at me, asking if I was okay. I was quite taken aback. Then he came in again yesterday morning (refreshed already) to tell me that we were going out nd asked if I had plans. Nd obviously I didn't. So we drove down to Tiong Bahru as a family (excluding brother since he was out with his girlfriend) to a relative's opening of shop. It was boring lah. They adults fucking brought up the whole family problem thing. Sigh. After a few hours doing nothing good there, we headed to town last minute. There were still sales everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/1600/Image%28735%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1965/1904/200/Image%28735%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum was being so nice to me. She bought me 2 &lt;u&gt;FCUK&lt;/u&gt; tees (i like), a pair of &lt;u&gt;NIKE&lt;/u&gt; socks nd a pair of &lt;u&gt;NIKE&lt;/u&gt; shoes. On the other hand, sister nd cousin didn't buy much.  Neither did she get herself anything. Goodness I'm splurging. She even bought us food. Thnks my dearest mum. Although I don't know why ? It seems absurd. I've been making her mad yet she treats me well. I feel darn bad. Even knowing that she's sick, I don't bother much. Tell me whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later at 11am. As well as the church food nd fun fair. I feel like going out till late again. So lalas. Everything is blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207309-114996089805435653?l=disdainedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114996089805435653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207309&amp;postID=114996089805435653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/114996089805435653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207309/posts/default/114996089805435653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disdainedheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-perfection.html' title='This is perfection.'/><author><name>blackndpurple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152085625753156346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
