<?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-7512050</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:52:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contemptious communique</title><subtitle type='html'>a perfect place for me, oh the great-one, to put my views and critiques on the world and the world that surrounds me. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-111890316854995961</id><published>2005-06-15T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:29:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah HA. u suck!</title><content type='html'>*cough* "finally" i hear u say. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, like here's the long a waited post u losers haf all been dyin to see/read/wadeva u do to absorb info. dunch u guys haf better things to do then read my friggin blog? haha. okok chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the last post cause it WAS done by a severely lonely and demented girl. She, however, has overcomed her"depression" and well, has too many commitments in life to bother herself. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yishun jc really ain't so bad~ i'll get over it. ahh, block test( mid-year) is comin, and no, do i LOOK like i'm studyin? since when do i ever really bother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is ALSO liying and liting's birthday, so let's all wish them a "HAppy Birthday" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of blogs and bloggin and i haf nothin to write. *sobs* hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain block la. go get a life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-111890316854995961?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/111890316854995961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=111890316854995961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/111890316854995961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/111890316854995961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-ha-u-suck.html' title='ah HA. u suck!'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-111354746340093018</id><published>2005-04-14T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:45:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got to or want to</title><content type='html'>hello deariee-s, one and all. i believe i'm laggin in all my news and info. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some of u already know, i'm not workin so on and on, and i got into Yishun JC, on and on.so there my life comes to a stand still. i've juz updated u on wad has happened to me. *pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here's wad i had to say bout my new school:&lt;br /&gt;-kampong like structure&lt;br /&gt;-dreadfully pathetic CCAs&lt;br /&gt;-only interesting lessons being literature&lt;br /&gt;-haf me hatin econs.&lt;br /&gt;-no cute guys (ok hardly there u can't see them, haha)&lt;br /&gt;-weird ppl&lt;br /&gt;- NO CANOEING!!! ( the greatest sin)&lt;br /&gt;-sucky uniform&lt;br /&gt;-great eating sessions&lt;br /&gt;-stupid thurs and fri timetables&lt;br /&gt;- turnin me into an anti social freak. =)&lt;br /&gt;-and believe it or not, i'm gettin use to the place&lt;br /&gt;-and i really haf no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo~ wad now. oh. and i haven't read my lit books yet. all three. kill me. go whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-111354746340093018?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/111354746340093018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=111354746340093018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/111354746340093018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/111354746340093018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-got-to-or-want-to.html' title='i got to or want to'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-110891969848851419</id><published>2005-02-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:14:58.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loon baboon greets it's world</title><content type='html'>ok. i've got a job, blah blah blah. u dun haf to noe everythin but i'll tell u some things. like, y is the sky so blue, and y ur readin this blog. Y~, because ur ching lin's number 1 fan! yes u! ok i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job's a bore, but if u really want to noe more, here's more :- i stare at rack after rack of t shirts which range frm $51.45 - $159 and can neva figure out y ppl even btoher goin for the brand "nike golf" tsk. nike insignia still ok. tiger woods, i understand.. but.. *cough* nike golf. excuse me if i dun sound patriotic to my company here but pls spare me that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. i'm totally devoid of cute guys, and pls, rite now is the time hormones ARE raging? haha. ok that WAS an exaggeration. i juz needed to tell all ppl, i'm currently comin to the point of -desperate-. NOT QUITE, but almost. but dun worry. ching lin has a high level of tolerance and will sustain her normal self until further notice. however, i must say that there WAS this cute eurasian guy that was with his mum and younger bro.. but needless to say i had to notice that the younger bro was def more chi lookin than the older guy (eurasian dude). obviously the observations of a seriously bored onlooker, but lets juz keep it to ourselves shall we *rolls eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come come, dun be shy. head down to takashimaya departmental store Tower A, level 4, nike golf. all u haf to do is walk abt 50m away frmt he escalator and head to the right end corner of the level, and WAH LAH, nike golf. Its a funky place where we still listen to chinese new year songs frm the same cd every single day for the past 2 weeks. no really, i'm not turnin crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers peeps, ching. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-110891969848851419?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/110891969848851419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=110891969848851419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110891969848851419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110891969848851419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2005/02/loon-baboon-greets-its-world.html' title='the loon baboon greets it&apos;s world'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-110534419710911134</id><published>2005-01-10T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:03:17.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet talk. and sweeter.</title><content type='html'>ok. nothing to update snce my life has become SUCH a drag. ha. but, i do haf a job. make that 2.. but hyatt is just some bakc up thing for me. i presently work and reside for at elast 6 hrs a dya at maestro bistro at cine(lvl 2).  try the food. and the drinks. fantastic.  and just promotin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm signin up for the upcomin surf and sweat-extreme.  yay. check out &lt;a href="http://www.surfsweat.cjb.net"&gt;www.surfsweat.cjb.net&lt;/a&gt; to sign up and stuff. its fun. and the surfin, u dun haf to surf surf.. its paddlin.. so u dun HAF to noe how to surf. haha. am i goin on~? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karang guni man is here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sound s nice, so go check it out ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss times in the classroom and all the ppl in JC seem to be havin such a good time i'm envious.  speak bout 2nd year JC guys being cute and i'll whack ur face. Do NOT remind me on wad i'm missin out. or rather the main thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, feel free to tell me spastic stories of ur JC life. pls, i talked 2 hrs wid liying on the phone. and it was ALL about JC. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the webbie! and closing date for signin up is 19th of jan . so HURRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-110534419710911134?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/110534419710911134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=110534419710911134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110534419710911134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110534419710911134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweet-talk-and-sweeter.html' title='sweet talk. and sweeter.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-110264191384373436</id><published>2004-12-10T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:25:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look--</title><content type='html'>came back frm china (with that certain slang ting xi puts in--haha) on the 6th of dec and now hopin to get a tan, soon.=) while i was there, went ski-in. yea thats mpstly boutt he only thing which would entertain u ppl since my downfall always seems to be of great amusement, and so in this case literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok see there was this instructor present, so she did all those basics wid us like how to stop, adn how to go straight down a slope... without the pro lookin thing involved, and how to climb up a slope in skis (but that part din work--we juz kept slidin back down) and Oh all that walkin in those horrendous skis. i swear she was makin us walk longer and longer distances juz to see how much effort we put in, juz to WALK. anyhow, wid her only teachin us the basics, the great me obviously found it too little for me to feel satisfaction over wad i've done and so, decided to tr4y the slide to one side the then the other way of ski-in... u noe the one pro lookin kind u see on tv? only one less violent without the dramatic spray of snow.anyhow, it started out quite ok... i left swing, one right swing, then i started congratulating myself, then legs got tangled, and yup. so got up and contnued downt he slope, tried again, right swing- left swing-almost rightswing, legs get tangled , and i fell again. obviously embarrassing since my blardy cousin had to put in some say... and the , ok u noe wad? this story makes me very frustrated, i shan't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sk-in was fun. anoher great sport i'd like to go all the way wid-- if snow was not so hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the clt pop yest. fun occasion, and may i say VERY drama. haha. but now now, really proud of them, especially at that point of time. y else was there screaming? heh. girls will be girls. guys shuddup. no one said u had a say here.liying and her search, that was really entertainin too. the food terrible considerin it could haf been better and yep. can't say much since i'm not the one that was passin out (sound faint). really grand occasion, especially the rank puttin on part, everyone goin "where's my mommy..", "oh look there's my parents... MUmmy!.. daddY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*soon ching lin... soon.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-110264191384373436?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/110264191384373436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=110264191384373436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110264191384373436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110264191384373436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/12/look.html' title='look--'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-110060177911275796</id><published>2004-11-16T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:42:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miles of irritation</title><content type='html'>ok hate my com. officially. 2nd time i'm typin this. tmr is geog paper 2. u noe geog is really fun to learn, but when its forced on by things like exams, it is a MAJOR turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to type all that i typed juz now cuz i've lost the inspiration, and besides it won't be the same the second time as it is for every other thing, so i'll juz skip to the joke:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a man who was sittin at the counter of a (u noe those stools at the counter place near the bar tender) pub, and drinkin beer , lots of it. finally he became drunk, and so, being bored and high, he turned to the man beside him (who also happened to be drunk) and said," hey, what's.. y..O.Ur bitRthhhhhh date? " the other man replied, " 23 sept..". the man said, "hey! thats mine as well!" the other man said, " where do u live?" the man replied " oh..17 maple drive." the other man exclaimed in surprise,"HEY! i live there too!" then the man said.." hey.. that's strange, how come i've never seen u arnd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point, the bartender turned to another customer, " *sigh*... the Hornby twins are at it again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=). ok if it was cold to u, fine. but if u did find it funny, heh heh, read reader's digest. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-110060177911275796?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/110060177911275796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=110060177911275796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110060177911275796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110060177911275796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/11/miles-of-irritation.html' title='miles of irritation'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-110000941622588598</id><published>2004-11-09T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:32:53.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dreamer's dream.</title><content type='html'>ok. this is the third time i'm attemptin to post this blardy post. stupid com is givin me a headache. chem today juz sucked. which will totally rock my chem-bio combination, which will eventually lead me to not be able to go to an engineerin course, and land myself in a CI. otherwise, haul my dead body off to a design course and rot there. come out a slug wid a diploma and earn a living attemptin to sell pathetic excuses for designs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frivolous dreams of a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i forgot wad i wanted to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent' finished colour schemes for art prep. i need my paints. ineed my paints. i need my paints. i need my paints. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really not in the mood to type already. third time, HEllo~?!. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. *disappears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-110000941622588598?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/110000941622588598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=110000941622588598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110000941622588598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/110000941622588598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreamers-dream_09.html' title='a dreamer&apos;s dream.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109957373686622823</id><published>2004-11-04T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T06:36:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumped off a cliff.-journal edition-</title><content type='html'>Dear blog readers (HA!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno if u readers will find this post very BHB, but i can assure u, i am not, not pleased wid what happen and would like to freak and die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's wad happened. was on the bus, then this freay guy sits beside me, has to sit completely on the chair that i end up being squished to the blardy window. (and i hate constricted areas-- claustrophobic) anyhow. he has to put his got damn HAND in between us, as if there was lots of space to spare, and by gawd was he attempting a molest?! ok exaggeration.it was on my skirt for goodness sake, he could at least haf the decency to lift his hand and put it on his bag. but no~ . then 3/4 thru the journey.. and it was 45 mins.. he start talkin to me.and not the normal talk.. like the whsiper(with hand covering)[ loser], stare,whisper, stare, kinda talk, u tell me is that juz wrong? Hell yea. and half the time i couldn't even hear him and kept askin him to repeat, and not say my hearin is damn perfect. ew....ew. and then "lucky~" me, he's headin to yishun. and better still, can "take train or bus" like i want to noe. and yea he took train, and well well, ain't i takin that too. freaky guy askin me this and that, said i looked scared/nervous...give me one reason y i shouldn't be in the first place. (._."). ok. he went to the extent of walkin to the nearest bus stop to my house... and wanted further. stop it. haha. ended with a handshake. haha. thats the farnie part. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to the extent of askin my number, had to say i dun haf my own phone, blah, share it wid my BROTHER (yea like one suddenly appeared.). ha now guys noe wad girls do to avoid them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its freaky and so pls sympathize with me. ur sympathy will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Ching Lin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: no i'm not tryin ot say anythin. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109957373686622823?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109957373686622823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109957373686622823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109957373686622823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109957373686622823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/11/jumped-off-cliff-journal-edition.html' title='jumped off a cliff.-journal edition-'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109938194202207173</id><published>2004-11-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:52:22.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between.</title><content type='html'>right right. juz reformat my com last sat and the dang probs are startin up again.&lt;br /&gt;practice compo and letter writin and had 20/30 for both. quite saddening. but hey.. its 20. =) want me to type the compo for u? NAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn scared of those viruses comin into my com. Like.. GO AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't tok about SS cuz that would be juz so typical sec 4 student takin Os. ha. logic not present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish guys are cute. HAHA. their accent is adorable (pls dun ask me y) and the red hair? heh. okok. i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Thorpe still rocks ma socks.=) *smiles and smiles further*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haf 2 rabbits now. got them recently for free. my gawd they're cute. but they sure can shit and pee a lot. turnin off. ha. not that i was turned on in the first place. *cough*. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irish guys ARE cute. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"brown eyed girl.... u arrreeee.... my brown eyed girl!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109938194202207173?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109938194202207173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109938194202207173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109938194202207173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109938194202207173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-between.html' title='in between.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109886911772405125</id><published>2004-10-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T03:25:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replay thougths</title><content type='html'>believe me when i say i just watched freaky friday for the first time last friday. the musics good. haha. "ultimate" and "take me away". now how did that happen? and the guy! he acted in cinderella story. tsk tsk. how can? AND, there's lots of the shovin arnd in the movie the one wid ppl flyin across the screen sendin its victim down with and "oof!". bet u din notice that rite~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. heard the buzzin noise in my room again. thank gawd it was a beetle. u noe the dumb one's that walk arnd aimlessly.. bumpin into things, even when it flys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's are excitin. =)oh yea.and the art topics suck. talk abt detail work which i find completely irrelevant and never majored in wid my messy, uncharacteristic painting style. *slouches wid hopelessness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gona be worst than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take me away!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone.. no GPRS...now juz tell me wad the blardy hell is the use of a cam fone then?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, a person hu always thinks of dyin is a person filled wid regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logical? yea-- only my regrets never seem to haf effect on me for more than a day.&lt;br /&gt;explains my fucked up mentality. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rumages thru cousin's com downloads* oh-hoho. now thats some sneaky stuff. tsk tsk. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. studyyy... NOOOOoo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109886911772405125?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109886911772405125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109886911772405125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109886911772405125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109886911772405125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/10/replay-thougths.html' title='replay thougths'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109673243603797071</id><published>2004-10-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T08:57:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ack! poop.</title><content type='html'>ok. this a damn update, badly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims juz finished, not say it was very consolin with the results being bad and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell o levels just next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduction to the web &lt;a href="http://www.fat-pie.com"&gt;www.fat-pie.com&lt;/a&gt;. and pls with the "-".... without... ohoho. u duno where ur goin. haha. was with my younger cousin when it happened and he paniced shitless. and a series of pop ups continued further agitatin 'im. haha. a 10 year old i might add. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com's currently virus filled, so can't blog much. dun expect another for another... 2-6 mths? haha. until then... =) (i can however stay on my com long enuff, say 5 -10 mins, to have my com hang on me and all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109673243603797071?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109673243603797071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109673243603797071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109673243603797071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109673243603797071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/10/ack-poop.html' title='ack! poop.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109438646021893362</id><published>2004-09-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T05:14:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta hold on... </title><content type='html'>ok there's this other song by greenday "hold on". go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll go ahead and tell u bout wad happened recently. like on sat. finished eatin in mos burger, parkway, and was walkin wid frens.. there was this guy u was prob takin care/ some teacher to 2 'special' guys. anyhow, it was rainin and we were walkin rite behind them. one of the special (decided to forgo the "--") guy walked out into the rain and exclaimed," Oh! its rainin!.. i knew that"  and then walked back under shelter. now  think that would haf been enuff absurdity.naho. he then points to the rain and says,"I predicted it would rain... and it DID!" i burst out laughin when they diappeared behind the slidin doors. i mena it really was funny. offendin but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i say, "lets move on to the juz juz happenings" and oh look! there's my dog appearin.. yes. yes... i see her more clearly now.. Oh well, there we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cuttin up hard, frozen liver for my dog's dinner. so with the choppin board on the floor (can't do it on the basin or table, too unstable and noisy respectively)and i was choppin away. and my dog jumped and pranced when i event he choppin sound heard. out of fear and i guess excitment (weird though).. so it went on *chop!*--*skip*... *chop!*--*prance*. obviously haf funny sense of fun. =) cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109438646021893362?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109438646021893362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109438646021893362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109438646021893362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109438646021893362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/09/gotta-hold-on.html' title='gotta hold on... '/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109385353407646830</id><published>2004-08-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T07:40:49.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attack!</title><content type='html'>woohoo. castaway-greenday-. good song. as in u can bounce away on it kinda good song. everytime listen to it, haf this feelin of exhiliration and start jumpin arnd. it takes all mental strength to restrain myself when i'm in the bus fmr bouncin frm cahir to chair doin the head bang... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell of my bike on my way home aft the triathlon (sat). haha. (i mean at least it was aft.) and received this huge, oversized, and overwhelming blue black which is causing serious pain (exaggeration) to my leg. oh ho. was goin to sleep and u noe like legs were crossed near the ankles... i hit the sensitive point (not the.. pls arh), and kinda continued doin that, sorta like a massage?(hahaha) anyway. its turned a sickly reddish-brown. and its still huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of colour, had chem-bio prac today, which i wouldn't rate as fantastic, but would haf to do. at the end of the lesson, attempted to swap the potato strips in 2 diff petri-dishes and see the reaction (*not suppose to do that). mrs boey eyed my attempt and came up to me makin various noises between a grunt, tsk, and a whine. obviously came to the conclusion that i din want to hear more of the despicably irritating noise and decided to swap them back to their originals. its would haf been excitin though, to see the turgidness and the flaccidity of the potato strips being acted out. oh and i mixed up "crenation" which was suppose to be descibin a body cell not a damn plant cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin back to last night. i was lying on my bed... facin the pillow, readin a book when i heard a buzzing noise overhead-- and then it stopped. "a beetle, nothin more" so went on reading. it started again.."beetle flyin, nothin more".. continued reading. the whole process continued until finally i couldn't take the buzzing no more and decided to save the beetle from its courageous but futile attempts to get out, and make its simply possible by opening the door. however, to my horror (and really) , the beetle was the biggest, dirtest, elongated, six-legged creature i've been fearin all my sad, pathetic, life. the COCKROACH! (ok gettin too drama)well, i literally jumped out of bed--not too high, and ran over to my parents room and wailed for my dad to squish the digustin creature. KILL. he got there. but not before it made its quick and decisive attempt to escape. we couldn't find it. then he went back to the room, and i stood arnd, beatin about the corners, hopin to kill it in the process where ever it was hidin and not wantin to lie down and be the victim of a ferocious attack. true enuff, a buzzin noise was heard, and suddenly, it dropped to the floor wid a small but audiable "thud" and the horrible buzzin was back. i peeped cautiously into the small space in which i heard the noise and saw it squiggling out. i squelled for juz a second, then remembered to call my dad.. .. obviously he appears at my callin and makes a second search. this time, i handed over my weapon (an improvized whackin device) which my dad gladly took and when he spotted it, it crawled into a plastic bag. cleverah~ tryin to hide again. tragic to allow itself to be killed. i mean its life would haf been so much fun watchin a loser runnin in and out of her room. and so he squished it. so it died. so chinglin fell asleep. and had a happy nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there we go. a story to satisfiy the boredom in which has become a custom in our daily lives since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109385353407646830?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109385353407646830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109385353407646830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109385353407646830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109385353407646830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/attack.html' title='attack!'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109368215870147833</id><published>2004-08-28T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:35:58.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facin the odds and enjoyin it.</title><content type='html'>i wanted to tok bout lit lesson (again) yest but kinda forgot to come online. a great improvement frm last time i suppose (that i forgot). i had some raw stuff yest at the east coast seafood resturant. quite disgustin.but there was the alaska crab. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went fort he triathlon to day. heh. very fun. tirin but fun. haha. almost drowned in the sea. Drank too much seawater i fear i might haf seaweed growin inside of me. and the bridge that we had to run up after swimmin and cyclin (at diff points of time) is really not helpin. wads wid the slope bein so friggin steep (so it seemed at that time) but all in all the experience was Fanatastic wid the capt "F". intend to join again nxt year. it's too good. haha.  *promotin* come on. join too. =). its ok if u think ur lousy, cause really i dun care. ts too good an experience to miss. oh hoho. the swim cap is terrible. BRIGHT pink. how feminin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now there's nothin to look forward to and so er.. switchin mode to dreadin O lvls. shit la must study later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109368215870147833?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109368215870147833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109368215870147833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109368215870147833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109368215870147833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/facin-odds-and-enjoyin-it.html' title='facin the odds and enjoyin it.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109302270431759923</id><published>2004-08-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T10:25:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply 3</title><content type='html'>ok Ian thorpe is still god damn fantastic. its already 1.20a.m, watchin the swimmin finals..=) (it juz switched to the athletics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh spent whole 2 periods of lit, analysin someone's analysis. heh. quite funny. quite. then more she teaches us how to analyize.. the more confusin it gets la... damn. and i feelin the stress of o levels oreadi. no no change that not "oreadi".. its "FINALLY". that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin asleep..*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109302270431759923?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109302270431759923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109302270431759923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109302270431759923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109302270431759923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/simply-3.html' title='simply 3'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109282020238439007</id><published>2004-08-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T02:10:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere over that rainbow.</title><content type='html'>great. third time i tried posting a post. if this is NOT published, i duno wad to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz like to state that Ian Thorpe is cute. MAJOR cute. whoo~! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's 195m tall (whoah!), 102 kg (WDF), born in sydney australia, aged 22, with a sexy body.*faints*. HA. and he's allergic to chlorine. haha. so cute. *sigh*. OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ian thorpe rocks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tyepd out wad happened today durin chem prac. but it din publish, and it was a LONG interestin story, but, no i'm not gona type it agin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so....=) *faints, again*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109282020238439007?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109282020238439007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109282020238439007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109282020238439007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109282020238439007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/somewhere-over-that-rainbow.html' title='somewhere over that rainbow.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109222725184016861</id><published>2004-08-11T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T05:27:31.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was english oral. ha. excitin hell. i only said excitin i din say it was anywhere near a success now did i? =). o it was abt clowns. i mean hu toks a bout god damn clowns? i dun like clowns. and the passage has to go on abt some clown's sad clown-life and job. he was a clown for 10 years. belief that. the teachers, were, well, quite frenly. one of them  gave me this "wad-are-u-sayin-look" which obviously says alot of things which i already can deduce fantastic results frm . the other was juz typical english teacher. can't say much.  passgae was still ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the last person to do the oral! i even slept while waitin for my turn. and it wasn't for juz 10-15 mins. it was a god damn HOUR!. the length of time turned my leg to bai ka! (-_-") . blood couldn't even circulate properly, i'm sorry.  the only good that came out of the whole thing was we could stay in the bio lab, which was airconditioned.=) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i deceided not to stay back for art, would haf died juz stayin in school , doin that too often its becomin my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't change the my display pic of my MSN dialogue box, so wad do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics for the our skool's national day celebration is comin real soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person's nick is still there damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109222725184016861?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109222725184016861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109222725184016861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109222725184016861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109222725184016861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-english-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109213786841713834</id><published>2004-08-10T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T04:37:48.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short stop.</title><content type='html'>M.Night Shamalan's  &lt;em&gt;The Village&lt;/em&gt;, is quite a good movie with the unexpected twist. i give it 4 stars. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is THE movie to watch this season. Though some ppl have critisized it saying it lame, u must admit it's still one of a kind. for those who have not watched the movie, ha, let me just tell ya somethin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is nothin out there. Its all the elders fault.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHA. now ur suspense is spoilt.=) *grins away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. juz noe that the novie was that great and i came out smilin. dun ask me Y. And the main actress &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;reminded me of MARY in "mary had a little lamb". and oh my, Joaquin Phoenix is actin in this movie if u hadn't realised by now. yea, he's the little brother of River phoenix (who is dead. sadly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thats all. and a certain someone's MSN nick is VERY terrible. and i mean very. its spastic. get it out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner~.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109213786841713834?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109213786841713834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109213786841713834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109213786841713834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109213786841713834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/short-stop.html' title='short stop.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109212355354268976</id><published>2004-08-10T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:39:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Ching Lin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts jealousy&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts arrogance&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109212355354268976?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109212355354268976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109212355354268976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109212355354268976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109212355354268976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-make-ching-lin-ingredients-3.html' title=''/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109211087085801908</id><published>2004-08-10T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:07:50.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>infectious.</title><content type='html'>"the way that u are its just the way that u talk , like it ain't no thang, and every single day is just a fling, and when its comes a new so-so.. kinda like its sayin i told u so, lookin back before she goes, tomorrows gona hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check this song out. quite nice. thinks by smashmouth if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leg muscles hurt. haven't been runnin for a long time, and now that i did yest and today. whoo. missed mac ritchie.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my com is infected by the spyware. *waves* HEllo!.. its infected. someone save me. okok. lata. i eatin duck rice.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109211087085801908?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109211087085801908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109211087085801908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109211087085801908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109211087085801908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/infectious.html' title='infectious.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109198405891912102</id><published>2004-08-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:21:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smaller puzzle pieces</title><content type='html'>juz read xiao juan juan's email. things can't get anymore emo now can it? yea i remember all those and more. SO much more it couldn't possibly escape my mind and memory and heart AND soul (drama--&gt;but true). yes its safe within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family outin which turned out to be my uncle's birthday party. ha. damn. i din even noe. enjoyed the bun.. as in the u noe, dipped in condensed milk kinda bread? found in th seafood resturants? ok if u duno nvm. juz noe it rocked. heh. The beach was a fun place. juz sat there and talked abt life, love? (Y.H and his troubles) and perhaps ppl wid confused sexuality.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speakin of the family, my youngest of the youngest cousin&lt;strong&gt; refused &lt;/strong&gt;(how dare!) to hug me... :'( but, hey hey, at least his sister was willin to. but her hair got in my face (._.")--&gt; got irritated there and then. anyway, watchin &lt;em&gt;The Truman Show &lt;/em&gt;. weird things goin on. weird place. *my eyes are closin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of flying cows? yea, me neither. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wanted a brother. duh never got one. even i do get one rite now i wouldn't want him. sisters are pains in the arse. a thorn in my side. or would haf been. noticed my cousin (aged 13), goin thru this i've-reached-puberty-i'm-so-great stage. kinda pissed me off wanted to slap his face. AND , look here, someone juz started stylin his hair. Soccer jerseys rock. Jerseys rock for that matter. back to my cousin.. he's gettin so tall. damn.he's only 13 for goodness sake. *stamps feet* (ha!--&gt;tok bout havin tantrums.)(and no i dun do that in person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate basketball. *repeats* .I hate basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally. surrounded by ppl hu play basketball, whom are OBSESSED. i mean, everytime u see them they go "hey, is there a court here?" , "alright! lets go play!!"--&gt; stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109198405891912102?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109198405891912102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109198405891912102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109198405891912102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109198405891912102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/smaller-puzzle-pieces.html' title='smaller puzzle pieces'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109187304537837049</id><published>2004-08-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T03:09:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eatin disorders.</title><content type='html'>ha. back to my dog shall we? juz realised no use gettin all emo bout the past. juz noe that i'll forever cherish the memories i had in KCNCC, and we the unbeatables will rock forever. 2001 intake, stuck it thru together from part a camp (loads of memories there), to spec course (field signals . haha). love ya guys the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok strayin frm my dog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was eatin this apple. yea i mean i was eatin an apple. and the thing is, i saw her beside me, starin with those greedy eyes i got irrtated and went over to her feedin bowl and planted the remainin apple in it. she usually waits for me to say "eat" and she goes munchin away, but i had my mouth filled wid apple and couldn't exaclty tok properly, so i kinda gurgled "eearrttcchh" and she stared at me as if i was this monster. she stepped forward and back again repeatedly. she couldn't figure out wad i was sayin. by now i've started flailin my arms arnd tryin to depict my order. she started gettin excited and jumped arnd. obviously thought i wanted to play wid her. i mean my mouth was really filled. i tried my best to go "eaarrtttttttt" and pointed at her bowl. i guess she finally got the idea and started her munchin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much effort that took juz to get her to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess i'll juz go run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ur gona do it again.......the way that u are, its juz the way that u talk like it no thang. and every single day is just a fling, then the mornin comes." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109187304537837049?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109187304537837049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109187304537837049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109187304537837049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109187304537837049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/eatin-disorders.html' title='eatin disorders.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109180421388481761</id><published>2004-08-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T07:59:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extra cut.</title><content type='html'>if i dun mean that much. i won't bother feelin so much.(doin so rite now.)-get the blardy hint-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109180421388481761?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109180421388481761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109180421388481761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109180421388481761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109180421388481761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/extra-cut.html' title='extra cut.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109180269690516294</id><published>2004-08-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T07:31:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>message with love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>watchin the durian king.. ha. the ah beng walk involves feelin THE power. This strut of power, involves the  thrusting back of shoulders and  the wide swing of the arms.  *cough* try. haha. and say frm the heart " i got power!" (inclusion of singlish and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was the last parade of our ncc life *sob*. quite a success since we managed the whole thing on our own. 3 cheers for the KCNCC specs. Good work to the all cadets too.  durin this whole week cried like hell. (good cry). had our last nco march whereby everyone slowly started cryin, cadets and ncos alike. haha. drama hell. yest was worst. haha. but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fotos were the best. so fun. Jolin and her power hug... toppled almost all the ncos.. made JY fall flat on the floor. tsk tsk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i use to think that we din make a diff in the company while we were wad we were. but now i realise the love we shared and the respect we earned is the greatest thing we could ever get frm the company. the fact we could change the cadets (part Cs in particular) frm wad they were to wad they are now, is another achievement which i never really realised until they made their speech and revealed their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To part Cs:&lt;br /&gt;i'll always love u . i wasn't even sure bout that until today. but now i noe. and yea, i'm noe its kinda late, but its nice to noe that u'll always be in my heart. i treasure the times we (ncos) spent wid u ppl be it the scoldin, the talks, the fun and joy we had. (most memorable, company camp talk. ha.) i'm really proud of u guys. u have become more than we expected. and incase u forgot, we had real high expectations. ha. so now that u've reached that notch, continue strivin for the best and i'm sure,  u'll bring the unit to a gold unit. wad we were unable to give, and wad u haf the potential to provide.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109180269690516294?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109180269690516294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109180269690516294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109180269690516294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109180269690516294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/message-with-love-3.html' title='message with love &lt;3'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109170858008471157</id><published>2004-08-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T05:25:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the missin pieces in life</title><content type='html'>BMW came to an end. WOOHOO~! (hopin the MCs see this). backside lost its ability to circulate blood. obviously the oestoporosis ( spellin mistake-pls take note) talk was very interesting. So interesting i decided to re-tye my shoelaces in a diff way. So interesting we started talkin bout *ahem* certain ppl *ahem*--lol. dun worry eunice *winks* haha. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal was quite good. the field markin was quite efficent too. [special thanx to grace and ching lin for their hard work, and to eunice for her virgilience steppin on the measurin tape and holding the container, AND singin the Singapore songs along wid ching lin--- how patriotic =)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did our last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-reaction to enemies fire&lt;br /&gt;-charge past the finishin line&lt;br /&gt;-the shout "&lt;rank&gt;&lt;name&gt;&lt;ic&gt;I LOVE KCNCC!"&lt;br /&gt;-hentak kaki&lt;br /&gt;-2 company songs&lt;br /&gt;-march (which i cocked up loads-woohoo-)&lt;br /&gt;-hard cry (which started after sayin the "shout")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stand up! for Singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we are the members of the ncc.." -always will be in our hearts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109170858008471157?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109170858008471157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109170858008471157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109170858008471157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109170858008471157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/missin-pieces-in-life.html' title='the missin pieces in life'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109161156120492053</id><published>2004-08-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T02:31:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makin that extra mark</title><content type='html'>ok. some ppl complain i din talk bout ROD at all. This is dedicated to the ROD then~ *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok frankly felt the party was a sucess. very organised and planned (good job part Cs). the performance by the part As were really adorable, the song very effective in makin NCOs cry. haha. for that, 3 cheers! part Bs... theirs was even more touchin wid the "perfect" song. and the part Cs, well, they're performance was farnie for the first part. "accidentally in love"--(all eyes turn to clarisse).. haha. the song part, noe they all tried to be make the whole performance as sad as they could, but, sad to say, it was quite a failure. juz couldn't feel the sadness overcome me like the other performances did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enuff of them performances, all in all, proud of the part Cs, now at least i feel that they haf the ability to take over the company (or at least haf the maturity) . so CHEERs to u guys! bring it to glory again! gold unit! yay. "i'll be watchin u(part Cs)~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stayin over part was also quite nice. heart attack.. haha. and polar bear *yawns* ha. slept at wad.... 4 a.m? crazy.. and the stupid fan was too damn Cold. crocodile!!! big thanx to the part Cs for it. love ya peeps. however, still dun understand the logic on y i received a crocodile ( of all animals.) (and its the same as USM and ASM 's!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enuff comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109161156120492053?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109161156120492053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109161156120492053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109161156120492053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109161156120492053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/makin-that-extra-mark.html' title='makin that extra mark'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109153436743447354</id><published>2004-08-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T05:15:06.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*tingxi invades*</title><content type='html'>obviously! chinglin wont credit me, tingxi, for doing bits of her blog template. so i shall do it myself. thank you tingxi, i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingxi rocks. go to her livejournal, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xx_tingxi"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/xx_tingxi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109153436743447354?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109153436743447354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109153436743447354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109153436743447354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109153436743447354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/tingxi-invades.html' title='*tingxi invades*'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109152981917978734</id><published>2004-08-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T05:15:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap sales--literally.</title><content type='html'>NE quiz was obviously very entertainin. surprised that my brain contained a small percentage of general knowledge. ha. oh got senior builder (thats a level). damn. could haf gotten a better title but was too busy thinkin bout the 3 was of the people's association. wadeva it was. ha. oh ,and i built the parliment house and many other famous and important buildings. *claps and whistles*. *rolls eyes* so did everyone else in the blardy game. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on the glazin of the clay plates. lookin good so far. *sigh*, gona miss doin art when i finish sec skool. that is if i get into aeronautics course. its also highly possible i'll end up in a design course which i &lt;strong&gt;REFUSE &lt;/strong&gt;to go to. i'd juz opt for maritime or sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singin the song "juzt a little bit longer"-dirty dancin soundtrack-* "All of the time.. oohhh... just a little bit longer.. please please please, tell me u've gone to...come on, come on, come on "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly look at the cadets in a diff light. they've all grown so big..*sobs*. last time i'm gona march is gona be this friday. (even more depressin fact). keep rememberin wad we've gone thru the past years. won't be gettin anymore pumpin... IFC.. marchin.. camps.. until CLT course, of course. wahahaha. Suckers, watch out! ok, prob kana myself b4 they do. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ho. went to change the discman, walked away when everythin was settled, walked allt he way frm sim lim square to bugis MRT, opened my cd holder, found out my precious disc was missin. the stupid sales man stole it! i went all the way back to the damn square. the man still had the decency to smile and laugh. *slowly scrapes image frm head*. heard the stupid sales man shoutin bout some sale, surrounded by ah sohs... 15 min sale. hu heard of that? oh yea. thats chinatown for u. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109152981917978734?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109152981917978734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109152981917978734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109152981917978734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109152981917978734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/cheap-sales-literally.html' title='cheap sales--literally.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109141843144399162</id><published>2004-08-02T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:52:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"love hurts".. yea yea~!</title><content type='html'>dying from not being able to download any songs of any sort. and deprived of playin my burnt cds cause my home cd player DOESN'T play burnt cds. oh and guess wad? i can't receive any photos adn songs from anyone else cuz i use a window which can't even open these files!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm sick wid cough and flu (which i got before ROD--it was at its peak on sat, ROD) . now feelin damn lathargic and i'm hungry and mum's not back frm HER visit to the doctor on some skin prob. (poor mummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this story frm my mum bout my grandmother and her sad younger days. (so obviously true la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history: my grandmother--Siew Tian, born in Singapore in the year 1930. Was the daughter of a rubber plantation owner, who worked in malaysia and left his family in Singapore and frequently snet money back of course. She lived under her mother's care with her siblings, a sister and 2 younger brothers (ya, she's the oldest) her sister died at a very young age and her mother passed away when she was aged 13. Left wid her 2 younger brothers, their relatives took themselves up to be guardians of 3 of the orphaned children, ut in doing so, seperating them. S.T went to live with her grand mother. the rest, well i dun exactly noe, but at present both of her younger brothers haf died. The most recent one was last year. now lets take a moment of silence. *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,lets start the story. S.T while livin wid her grandmotehr, led quite a happy life and was constantly spoilt--explains her present character intentional). anyway, she grew up to be a real beauty as all my uncles said she was and so well, that was the reason y my grandfatehr was attracted to her. HOWEVER, she had a boyfren ( a hainanese guy) haha. and they were madly in love ,yes. But then my grandfather, being a police man (police man had loads of power back int he old days and everyone looked at them as if they were everythin), intimidated her boyfren. threatened S.T's boyfren and stuff The boyfren had no choice but to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, loving her was all he could do, and the closest thing he could haf to her was to go to China, to the hainanese provonce and marry a girl wid the same name surname and name as she did. (awww) and they had children and all. My grandmother, yea, she got married to my grandfather, which really wasa bad thing, but i won't go into detail, but i could give u somethin, and that is, she was his third wife . (damn). (rudeness unintentional again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there u go, a sad love , so called story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: by the way, my mum got to see my grandmoyther's boyfren (last time). He owns some pub thing, saw his kids too (commented that they looked really good). and yea. he is everythin my grandfather isn't, yea, he's(b.f) tall. (ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109141843144399162?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109141843144399162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109141843144399162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109141843144399162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109141843144399162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/08/love-hurts-yea-yea.html' title='&quot;love hurts&quot;.. yea yea~!'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109093569698732746</id><published>2004-07-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T06:50:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessing the facts.</title><content type='html'>danish blue cheese, is a smelly block of cheese (i mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; smelly), but the after effect is quite good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eats papaya (not say like it la)* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blogger thing is gettin quite borin. no really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought an adidas shorts today. *woohoo* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;ROD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching lin loves her dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that black pile of shit (which liying calls). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ho. love her so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brightens up my day when i'm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritate me when i get too happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saved my house frm being burnt down. ha. (true by the way) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes again, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; my dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109093569698732746?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109093569698732746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109093569698732746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109093569698732746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109093569698732746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/confessing-facts.html' title='confessing the facts.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109084661204895299</id><published>2004-07-26T05:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T06:07:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flash of fists-- nails</title><content type='html'>There was a cat- fight (exaggeration) scene today in the canteen today. Ha. And for the first &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=time&amp;v=56"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; in days, the canteen came alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it juz me, or is there more fights then usual? or is KC girls gettin damn emo these days. haha. O/N lvls affectin daily life i tell u.&amp;nbsp; the norm.A ppl still can cheer the she-fighters on. Asinines (new word) i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD is comin. "YES". *thinks bout national day*.. red... and white. haha. ok. not funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh HO. and did some typical primary skool, "ur partner for life" stuff. ha. yea was that bored. quite funny and entertainin i tell u. do try it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109084661204895299?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109084661204895299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109084661204895299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109084661204895299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109084661204895299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/flash-of-fists-nails.html' title='flash of fists-- nails'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109059192443281147</id><published>2004-07-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T07:19:39.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fry the sun.</title><content type='html'>Today's a friday, so u noe wad happens on fridays? yea. that happens *nods*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=stress&amp;v=56"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt;. HO. and that commin frm me? yea~. I mean, I am an ingenious block of flesh aren’t I (human)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oright.&amp;nbsp;Princess (dog)&amp;nbsp;juz came up to me and gave me the adorable, doey look. i&amp;nbsp;love her. ha. *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;about today, i'll juz skip everythin and go to lit lesson shall i? at least it wasn't as terrible as the last &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=time&amp;v=56"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, it was amusing. spent 2 periods (1hr) talkin abt how to do a proper/good intro. haha. yes TWO PERIODS. then an extra 15 mins askin as to do one for ourselves. weird la. okok at least esay writin saved as homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was kinda interestin. not like any other fridays. thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*. nothin to say. ciao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109059192443281147?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109059192443281147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109059192443281147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109059192443281147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109059192443281147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/fry-sun.html' title='fry the sun.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109048474476056284</id><published>2004-07-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T01:31:44.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cash could be the case. </title><content type='html'>well. now then my com works. &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's another fact to chew on: &lt;br /&gt;mice are more similar to us as much as some self centred arseholes out there would like to admit. u find it demoralising don't you? aha. busted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep its true. there was a research goin on in the &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=University&amp;v=56"&gt;University&lt;/a&gt; of Bristol in England (ppl find it more reassurin when they noe some research is done in a certain &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=university&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;university&lt;/a&gt;. wonder y...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; experiment. &lt;br /&gt;trained mice put in a cage with a lever to open a door to another "room" of the cage. surprisingly, it was able to work the lever as easily as it finds it's &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=food&amp;v=56"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt;. cool eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;mice where put in a standard cage (which is by the way quite small)&amp;nbsp;with 2 trays of &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=water&amp;v=56"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;. one tray containin spiked anti-depressant and the other containin, well,&amp;nbsp; normal, fresh &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=water&amp;v=56"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; the mice drinks the spiked &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=water&amp;v=56"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;.( so anti-depress themselves frm the small space in which they live in.) &lt;br /&gt;in comparison to mice put in a much larger cage wid the same 2 trays of &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=water&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt; (spiked and un-) the mice in this cage drank the fresh &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=water&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;. (they've got all the space in their world.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So, we can conclude that the mice &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; smart. yes, we &lt;em&gt;humans&lt;/em&gt; are ingenious blocks of living flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i express my thanx to..... *drums* *drum major tosses the baton-like thingy* *drums*, MUSE mag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109048474476056284?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109048474476056284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109048474476056284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109048474476056284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109048474476056284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/cash-could-be-case.html' title='cash could be the case. '/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-109047506504166850</id><published>2004-07-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T22:44:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jump across the ocean. lemme see ya do that.</title><content type='html'>ok. over the&amp;nbsp;past few&amp;nbsp;days, ppl haf been askin "why this" and oh, "why that".&amp;nbsp; look. when a person wants to get a life. she'll get a life.&amp;nbsp; so happens i'm i school. yes rite now.&amp;nbsp; cuz for some reason my damn com aat home will not allow me to 'create a new post'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my curse huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the cleaner juz came in a gave me a damn shock. ha. LOSER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lets tok bout wads been happenin. ncc day? quite&amp;nbsp; the failure i expected it to be. i mean like, how many ppl can blackout at once? ha. plentiful my fren.&amp;nbsp; flag bearers doin squads int eh middle of the parade. fun. sun tannin there too. but perhaps the tan wasn't the one i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool the nxt day was a drag. ( this is called a recap) surprisingly din fall asleep. feet hurt, slightly. all in all, a usual borin day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&amp;nbsp;juz&amp;nbsp;remembered to start trainin for the triathlon. ok. goin later. *makin mind up*. yea. i'm goin. *chants* i'm goin~, i'm goin..... god, i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further complaints will be made. until then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-109047506504166850?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/109047506504166850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=109047506504166850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109047506504166850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/109047506504166850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/jump-across-ocean-lemme-see-ya-do-that.html' title='jump across the ocean. lemme see ya do that.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108981315985375434</id><published>2004-07-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T06:52:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piss goes "whee"</title><content type='html'>A story of "&lt;em&gt;my amusing day&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durin SS lesson today, my teacher came to a point where she talked about Bill Gates worth = &lt;strong&gt;Billions&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;well now, wads the biggy, u guys all noe i'm worth much more heh? yea~. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;*class continues*&lt;br /&gt;then comes to a point where she unknowinly accepts a declaration that she was a dead person. she was then later made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, my body aches like hell frm yest track trainin. thats sad. which goes to prove that running is very effective for workin outt he whole body. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;if u haven't noticed, animals tend to haf a slight similarity in looks with their owners. if u haven't, yea, there is a similarity. and u might think its juz coincidence. but no. it so  happens that some professor in some university england, did some research wid his students. and the results showed that pure bred animals tend to look like their owners. reason? people unconsciously pick animals which look like them. so if ur a pet owner an dwant to be "diff fmr the rest", juzt go for a mongrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad arh, ching lin. &lt;br /&gt;special thanks to MUSE mag for it's wonderful facts on life and unimportant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108981315985375434?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108981315985375434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108981315985375434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108981315985375434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108981315985375434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/piss-goes-whee.html' title='piss goes &quot;whee&quot;'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108971883935562169</id><published>2004-07-13T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T04:40:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabs. </title><content type='html'>lets tok bout flabs, cuz i juz realised i'm collectin loads more then i shld.&lt;br /&gt;Ching lin needs to kayak. miss kayakin. i need to exercise. could it be i went for track trainin after not goin for 1.5 mths, and i couldn't even do the usual without panting like a mad hound. terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go exercise bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh~.. and must train for the upcoming 1500m heats (not like i plannin to get into semi-f), AND also train for the NIKE real run AND the triathlon. woohoo! so fun. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oright. back to the flabs. wads the use of buildin muscles when they turn to jiggly, useless stuff when u dun work them out? its depressin they haf to turn out that way. and since it belongs to a girl specifically, its even easier for it to turn to mush (squish!) ha. anyway. this leads to a slight depression (yes, build matters), which will then make one decide that exercise is wad one needs and promise to do juz that. but now wait. its 2004 , and hey! we're doin our Os... could it be we haf very little time for other things and stayin in skool to rot wid all those activities is the only timetable we got? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll make my mind up, and the nearest place to go to is the stadium and gym. yea. triathlon!. woohoo! *tummy growls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108971883935562169?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108971883935562169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108971883935562169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108971883935562169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108971883935562169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/flabs.html' title='Flabs. '/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108946447559368353</id><published>2004-07-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T06:01:15.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well now~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey. now this is could be true. haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108946447559368353?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108946447559368353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108946447559368353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108946447559368353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108946447559368353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-now.html' title='well now~'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108937517628011986</id><published>2004-07-09T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T05:12:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acclaimation required</title><content type='html'>Chapt 1.&lt;br /&gt;This girl walks into skool, feelin fine~, felt alot better throughout the 2 periods of art class, and continued feelin fine through chinese where the teacher had this conversation bout chinese idols. that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fine. But wait, thats when it all comes to a dreadful stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapt 2.&lt;br /&gt;She walks into class bag on her back, she's the last girlt o walk into class for the social studies period. juz one pathetic period, which is a total waste of one hour, before recess. She walks up to the teacher frm the back and shows the minimium respect teachers all deserve, then walks away, knowin the usual routine of non-acknowledgement. &lt;br /&gt;the constant growl of her stomach affected her perfectly normal brain, turnin it into mush, formin a clot of unused tissue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapt 3.&lt;br /&gt;From then on, her day was spent usin the clot of tissue to control her day. A noraml friday rountine. By literature lesson, the clot reduced to a pulp and the essay she wrote ended up fillin 2 whole pages talkin of 2 charcters (when 5 was needed), describin the charaters pathetic exsistence in the novel, when the question did not ask for so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapt 4.&lt;br /&gt;skool ends like the settin of the sun. yes the joy of it. But the happiness wasn't meant to be. a meetin awaits her sad presence along wid other pathetic souls whom like her, dedicated their exsistence completely and totally to the famous but almost disappearin KCNCC. meetin details are strictly kept confidential. it was then followed by another discussion which really went out of point. She then trudged her way to the art room and spent 2 hrs doin her art, which at the end of the day, still requires some scratchin. so~ wad was  the stayin back for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapt 5.&lt;br /&gt;The above story was based on an actual account. perhaps make a guess on who the main character, or rather the only exsistent character, in the author's view, is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*guess made*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108937517628011986?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108937517628011986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108937517628011986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108937517628011986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108937517628011986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/acclaimation-required.html' title='acclaimation required'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108928298369536793</id><published>2004-07-08T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T03:36:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love ain't forever after all.</title><content type='html'>ya' know, that high feelin when u see &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; one. the height of happiness. the need to cry, yet laugh. the thumpin of ur heart against ur ribs. the need to protect that one person from all harm, but ironically feel vulnerable and need the protection by the exact same person. (u get me?) oh, and u want to do everything with that one person for the REST OF YOUR LIFE. love? ya probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wad if, &lt;em&gt;wad if&lt;/em&gt;, it doesn't last forever? wad will ya do then? ha.(start ponderin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok continue doin so (ponderin), cuz its really possible that love can never last more that 20-30 years. thats at an average. if the love is strong.. maybe 40-50? the thing is, it never last forever. examples can be seen frm articles in the life section of the strait times.seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the explaination is, that the love &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there for the few beginnin years of the marriage. however, like every other thing that u tend to like or haf favourism over, it fades. So i'm guessin everyone's parents haf either reached that stage, or is goin to, soon. the love they(parents) haf, haf probably changed from lovers kinda love to a companionship kinda love which no other person can take away, cuz they've been together way~ too long. understand? and they're prob too lazy to go throught the same process if they were to divorce and remarry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stuff u see on shows, where some old guy/woman dies before the other, and the other cries for years, its prob bcuz the other that was left on earth felt like a damn loner. which they are at that age. so lets juz pray for an early death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much analysis on love and its down-side, need to get away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108928298369536793?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108928298369536793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108928298369536793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108928298369536793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108928298369536793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-aint-forever-after-all.html' title='love ain&apos;t forever after all.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108911020388067678</id><published>2004-07-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T03:36:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/Tabz/1055452312_CMyDocumentsWarHorse.jpg" border="0" alt="War Horse"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You'd turn into a War Horse. Strong, brave and&lt;br&gt;loyal like a war horse you are protective of&lt;br&gt;family and friends and generally polite and&lt;br&gt;freindly to people you dont know or just met.&lt;br&gt;However your attitude can change quickly if&lt;br&gt;your family or friends are threatened in anyway&lt;br&gt;and you quickly fight it off. However because&lt;br&gt;of your protective attitude you can oftern find&lt;br&gt;yourself getting angry and interfering if you&lt;br&gt;see anyone being threatened and cant defend&lt;br&gt;themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Tabz/quizzes/What%20animal%20would%20you%20turn%20into%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What animal would you turn into?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. that my fren is wad i got frm the quiz. i dun want ur comments, cuz i want to live in a perfect hallucination of wad claims to be wad my character is. stupid stuff.and a stupid person does it. you rite~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108911020388067678?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108911020388067678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108911020388067678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108911020388067678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108911020388067678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/youd-turn-into-war-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108895734519533577</id><published>2004-07-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T09:09:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evaluations of a certain someone.</title><content type='html'>lets give this certain someone a name which is obviously not his/her (won't reveal identity).ok person's name is "dodo".perfectly suitable, i assure u.and dodo will be referred as an it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, this certain "fren" has claimed to be a, well, fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dodo is a sensitive person. very easily hurt and cannot be sarcastic with. u can't tease dodo either. dodo is also self-centered. now to prove my point, i'll give u an example: "dodo is talkin wid a some of ppl. dodo starts a subject, dodo's subject comes to an end bcuz there is nothin else ppl can tok abt, so they move on to nxt subject or somethin pops up and they move on. Dodo however, gets left behind. Dodo therefore feels like it's missin out. it then throws a tantrum and leaves the conversation. Dodo's frens are confused. they dun understand wad happens.they then continue tokin. Soon, dodo makes an appearance, he gets in an wants to continue the first subject. obviously everyone has it outta their heads and continues wid other stuff. Dodo, then leaves (again).obviously throwin a second tantrum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the reason y dodo was actin that way was bcuz it wanted to get the subject's details confirmed, over and done wid, fine, that will be it's defense, but i really dun give a shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is another thing. when i talk to dodo, it doesn't seem to like it. dun come and tell me it's my prob. do u see anyone complainin abt not likin how i tok to them? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. Dodo is gettin on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i will not be a &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; "fren" and reveal dodo's real name now will i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108895734519533577?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108895734519533577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108895734519533577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108895734519533577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108895734519533577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/evaluations-of-certain-someone.html' title='evaluations of a certain someone.'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512050.post-108887020099278340</id><published>2004-07-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T08:56:40.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing it... whee~</title><content type='html'>haiz.. syfoc today. started out feelin excited, then happy, then satisfied.. then bored, then high, then bored. slap the damn wing ppl la.  Supportin cont the marchin oso damn chat until cannot chat anymore until u want to faint and die on the spot. GOH, not bad. ppl scream and cheerin, goes wild wid every " bang!".. my opinion: gettin turned on anad excited. heh. "bang"--whoo!.. "bang!"--whoo!. heez. okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, the display band competition was good. haha. too good. TK (u dudes rock). especially the drum major.haha. nice poses.. but Deyi better.. nice twirlin and all. ok duh, thats y he got best drum major award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically can't think of anythin else to write since my brain is dyin frm exhaustion, sooo.. *brain dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7512050-108887020099278340?l=squishedpeas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/feeds/108887020099278340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7512050&amp;postID=108887020099278340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108887020099278340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7512050/posts/default/108887020099278340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishedpeas.blogspot.com/2004/07/losing-it-whee.html' title='losing it... whee~'/><author><name>recherche`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849434530945376713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
