<?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-6001466</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:16:16.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=Striped Fat Cat=</title><subtitle type='html'>"The difference between dreams and accomplishments is purely desire"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-108012515128548839</id><published>2004-03-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:18:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK BLOGGER OFFICIALLY SUX. ALL RIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWITCH TO DIARY X. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stripedfatcat.diary-x.com"&gt;CHANGE YOUR LINKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-108012515128548839?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/108012515128548839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/108012515128548839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012515128548839' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107890119034921307</id><published>2004-03-10T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:49:37.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. now. i have a funny feeling this is gonna be a rather looooooooooooong entry, so i decided to split it up. into nice readable pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1: the godforsaken wet muddy mosquito-haven place, which they call ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 1: still in school&lt;br /&gt;changed into bermudas and track shoes and the white nightgowny thing they call a t-shirt. listened to a talk/presentation by these 4 ppl. gd thing was they switched off the lights. nice and cool and perfect for sleeping. bad thing was the teachers. nice pics tho. really cute. I LOVE BATS.....oh no tt sounds like mark.....ok anyway, we went to changi jetty by bus.on the way aaron was commenting on the nasi lemak there tt was so cheap and nice. agree with the first part, it cost onli 2 dollars. as for the secong part, well. coincidentally the first time i tried it i happened to get this half-cooked ckicken wing with blood in there. and feathers. as in feathers. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2: the jetty&lt;br /&gt;started raining. got on a boat. audrey was commenting on how beautiful the sea was. i reminded her abt the amount of vomit ppl have puked in there. she gave me an ugly look. well well. aft abt 15 mins or so we reached ubin. it was still drizzling when we got there. then it started raining. pouring. cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3: mother nature&lt;br /&gt;one word. rain. rained when we got there. rained while we were walking. rained while we were having lunch. rained while we left. they gave us this booklet (well they called it a booklet) which was rather nicely binded (leaving like 1 mm of space for every page) and had this nice red backing (which apparently was painted or sth cuz it kinda turned pink in teh end and the inside pages turned red). oh well. at least we saw a lot of plants n creatures. i like spiders. we waded thru this stretch of ankle deep water. sau didnt even bother to roll up her jeans. the water level reached up to her knees. oh the courage. then we had lunch. lunch=mamee+wang wang+choc chip cookies+roller coaster frm amanda+twisties frm amanda again+more choc chip cookies frm darren. sandy koh would freak out.while we were enjoying our lunch this huge wild boar poked his nose frm the wall. so she was so cute. i suppose it was a she. her name is priscilla. chinese name is wei wei. so sweet. reminds me of somebody tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 4: departure&lt;br /&gt;so. we departed. amanda was walking in teh rain as apparently she tore (erm...) her raincoat. so kind ol me offered to share my umbrella with her. until i saw mark. wif an umbrella. llokin at amanda. then i realised. oh how could i. just when mark had this terrific chance. oh ive sinned. so naturally i decided to atone for my horrendous act. let amanda stand in teh rain and allow mark to *oh* save the damsel in distress. so selfless. so noble. ended up wif amanda clutching my wrist. omg. i told her zw would kill me. oh mark oh mark. sadness. changed into sch shoes at the jetty. gloated at the ppl hu didnt have nice dry comfy shoes to change into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 5: mainland s'pore&lt;br /&gt;changed into dry clothes. had our dinner. shared cai tau kueh wif tian cheng and amanda. i think tian cheng and i each ate twice as much as amanda. poor ama. we were like eating non-stop n picking up the food at an amazing rate. amanda was like picking the food up piece by piece. chew. swallow. pick up another piece. we spilt the cost evenly tho. must be fair what. then i bought 2 goreng pisang. 40 cents each onli. not as nice as the one i always eat but really cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 6: home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;mum started pmsing again. abt my bag being wet, and my clothes being wet, and my shoes being wet. grumbled abt "shen me mi week", complained abt the stupid teachers hu didnt cancel the trip cuz it was raining, regretted tt she got me to join gep in the first place as she would rather me stay in sch the whole day. stuff like tt. actually it was rather funny as shw was having a sore throat and had lost her voice. so she was screeching in this rather hilarious voice which i tot was pretty amusing. found my ivp consent form at the bottom of my bag. wet. and brownish. and torn. it looked like a piece of old parchment and i thot it was rather cool. i dun think lim would think tt. i scanned it and printed it. looked rather ok except for the tattered sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2: rubbish burning ash producing place, which they call tuas; ash dumping island, which they called semakau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 1: bus ride&lt;br /&gt;evanessence evanessence evanessence evanessence evanessence evanessence. argh. cant stand her. shall not comment more in case some evanessence fanatic decides to niao me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2: tuas place&lt;br /&gt;listened to this briefing thing abt where the rubbish goes and stuff of tt sort. by this guy called ivan. got a bottle of newater. had to put on this helmet thingy that is supposed to protect you from screwdrivers falling from above. well. took us on a tour to see rubbish. yiwei was goin "oh look its cai xiang, oh no its just a tire" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3: bus ride no. 2&lt;br /&gt;ate my lunch on the bus. lunch=4 slices of bread. sandy koh would love me. took pictures of ernest sleeping on terences lap which from the side profile looks really homo. rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 4: white ferry thing&lt;br /&gt;finally. we reached the jetty. bought a huge acket of super ring. it cost $1.20. i normally buy it for 90c ents or 1 dollar. hmph. stupid uncle. anyway before i calculated how much more expensive the super ring was, half of it was already gone. hmmmmm. i finished the other half. drank a little of yue zhis coke. crushed it on the ferry. supposed to look and recognize the various islands and mark them on the map. semakau was this teeny little thing which was unnamed and unmarked on ot map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 5: semakau&lt;br /&gt;went to the canteen to eat lunch. canteen=big white room with windows and tables and chairs. ate a lot of ruijies pringles, a little of ahma's bee hoon which i seriously suspect had gone bad, and a tiny bit of aarons milky bar which i found out i was supposed to share it wif caixing right aft i popped it in my mouth. listened to this guy mr lim/lee giving this presentation. half of the class were asleep. half were half-asleep including me. mark was taking notes. got another bottle of mineral water which tasted nicer than most mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 6: old mangrove and new mangrove&lt;br /&gt;started to throw rocks/stones/pebbles onto the ground to break them. mine split into 2. aaron broke one wif his finger. woah. scout jiu shi scout. looked at a lot of shells/snails and seeds and this nice flower crab and mudskippers and herons and ALGAE. stepped in a pool of it by accident (algae, not herons). turned the sole of my shoes yellowish-greenish-brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 7: white ferry thing again&lt;br /&gt;on the way back i figured out yuhui couldnt really finish her snack. so i helped her. hey, i shared wif audrey and yue zhi and mark too ok. then we started jumping and touching the ceiling of the ferry. then we started jumping and touching the ceiling of the ferry wif out heads. then we started singing i am cow. then barney's i love you (i like tt song ok...i like barney). basically we were getting a little high. it must be the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard we are goin tioman next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107890119034921307?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107890119034921307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107890119034921307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107890119034921307' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107855834399417540</id><published>2004-03-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:35:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese speaking thingy today. we spent abt half and hour flying around the sch looking 4 nick, hu apparently had mysteriously vanished. found him in the canteen. drinking honeydew juice. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was basically talking abt this girl called &lt;strong&gt;wei wei&lt;/strong&gt; which coincidentally is a certain teachers name. she died in the end. we flopped it. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cap ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cap ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc to celebrate tristan's bdae. the cake was *slurp* HEAVENLY. i onli managed to smear tristans faced once as the cake was already rather &lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt;. for the first time in my life, i found out kfc had bbq sauce. it is the sauce tt comes inside of the bbq turkey bacon burger. i (and aaron hu recommended the sauce in teh 1st place) was dipping cheese fries complete wif cheese and mayo in to the sauce and slurping it down and licking out fingers afterwards. tt got tristan chionging to the toilet when he touched our hands and remembered we had licked them. he was going "u licked ur fingers. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............" which was pretty ironic as there were lyk posters goin "finger-lickin gd" all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing you already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107855834399417540?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107855834399417540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107855834399417540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855834399417540' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107822863468364783</id><published>2004-03-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:00:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>garfield.com got a revamp. lalala. now it looks so cool. click on the link at the side wif the striped orange blob looking thru his legs and has LINK! in big blue/orange/red letters across his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, its vinas bdae tml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great bday vina! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do remember to continue baking those great brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i 4got to blog abt tian cheng's brownies. there are absolutely LOVELY. he added too much choc powder, but i lyk it tt way. but sadly his brownies arent crispy and gooey at the same time like vinas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add more choc powder next time plsssssssssssssss. they taste mumch lovelier tt way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better stop talking abt tt. i notice a large puddle of mysterious drool-like substance on my table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream dude came back today. aw shucks. i nv loved ms tan more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he was vanilla today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107822863468364783?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107822863468364783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107822863468364783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107822863468364783' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107805764180607138</id><published>2004-02-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:30:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chewing on an egg sandwich now. as my dinner. no im not on a diet. ppl on diets basically dun go to other ppl's hses and empty tubs of ice cream, coke, choc fudge, jack n jill chips etc. i normally am rather unable to eat anything proper aft going to vinas hse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to her hse to do the history project today on mr f. pronounced as far-ku-er, and not another rather unpleasant word tt when said will provide mdm john wif great pleasure in pumping you. sorry, did i say "do the history project"? i guess i did. i had meant "play tug-of-war on neopets *very vigorous coughing munyi* and play ggxx and eat ice cream and drink coke and comment on eugene's horrible shirt wif &lt;strong&gt;little cartoon buses&lt;/strong&gt; and trying to get a rabbit to ring a bell. we kinda finished the project in teh sense tt we assigned stuff 4 everybody to do n if needed arrange 4 another &lt;strong&gt;project meeting&lt;/strong&gt; some time later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i figured out i pretty much sucked at ggxx. i can only use one pathetic character properly, which was the hulky looking guy. whats his name again? p-sth...nvm. according to munyi he was supposed to be representing me very well cuz he is like twice as tall thrice as wide and ppb ten times as heavy as the other characters. i supposed she was trying to be ironic. hmmm. ill think abt tt sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we were abt to go william was apparently playing dead. which meant he was like lying in his cage. i had always thot tt meant he was SLEEPING but vina's mum said he was playing dead. n speaking of william, i am suddenly reminded of tt time when vina threw him in the toiet bowl. ok fine, he fell in himself but what vina was thinking whne she put her rabbit on the floor when theres this gigantic hole half filled wif water in the ground i dun noe. nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vina says shes gonna get a new rabbit soon. as for the name, she said she was "thinking on the lines of millie". ahem. millie. millie millie. fine. i was thinking of williama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;williama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107805764180607138?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107805764180607138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107805764180607138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805764180607138' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107779907188023303</id><published>2004-02-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:40:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god my mums pmsing man. we went to darren's house to do bislab some time ago. i arrived home at 7.45. i tot it was ok cuz i had arrived home at close to 9 on sch days b4 n all she did was to smile sweetly at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT NO. she decided to scream at me 4 watching &lt;strong&gt;porn vcds&lt;/strong&gt; (no tts not a spelling error of any sort or my very bad vocabulary) oh yeah PORN VCDS. she got tt fantastic idea frm the stale (recent to her cuz she reads the papers 2 days aft but tts beside the point) piece of news tt some guy brought porn vcds to sch n was stupid enuf to get caught. woah woah. nice imagination girl. did i juz say girl? im sorry. then aft i convinced her tt i was NOT watching porn vcds and darrens mum will ppb call the police if i did, she began to think tt the biz lab project was fake. oh yes. i was cookin up this fake project (which she conveniently 4got she had paid 60 bucks for) tt we had to do so i could go to ppl's house to watch porn. she shld have been a writer. aft i kindly reminded her of the $60 she paid, she took a new stand. she wanted to complain. to mdm shu. whom i dun noe anything abt except she is a teacher and i female and is incharge of bislab. so my mum was trying to get me to tell her how to tok to mdm shu. so i told her she had to take 2 busus to dhs, walk in, go to the guard, get her name written down, go to the general office, sign in, get a pass tt says VISITOR, go to the staff room, figure out where the intercom is, find out how to use it, or get a duplicate of a teachers thumb, scan it and go in, find mdm shu and tell her tt her child had been doin a project at a friend's house and she wishes to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said ok, she "ming tian yi ding hui qu zao lao shi". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. frm past experience, she would ppb suffer frm a headache and decide not to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong, when i tried to niao her abt why she didnt come to complain, she said she was not having a headache but was instead feeling dizzy for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u may have noticed, ive not used a single swear word in this whole entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clapclapclapclap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to mdm E john hu has enlitened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not all right to say stuff lyk what the h***! and s***! but its fine to say ppl are "old goats decomposing in the sun" *cought vina* as tt phrase shows a "good grasp of the english language". ah. enlitenment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i learnt a new word today. sial. not the rocky sial, but the vulgar language sial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is pronounced as cee-aw-l, and not cee-ah, as mdm john carefully pointed out. u use it lyk "what sial, i handed up already what..." courtesy of mdm john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107779907188023303?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107779907188023303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107779907188023303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779907188023303' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107684907834347691</id><published>2004-02-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:47:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day (dun u ppl get tired reading this?) today. so i shall blog abt yesterdays events. and btw i seem to b listening to a lot of simple plan. argh. their songs are ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo.sing365.com/music/picture.nsf/SingerPicUnid/48256C71003578A248256B920008F8E0/$file/simple+Plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft ip we when to play bball. ended up playing blind mice cuz there were lyk 30 ppl playing soccer at the bb court. we played blind mice and some mature ppl tot it was too childish n playyed bbal wif the soccer abll flying around. no offence, but i dun c y having 30 guys pumping soccerballs right at u is not "traumatizing", while playing at teh playground is so "traumatizing". sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way to kfc, audrey said she could "feel blood in her nose". woah. scary. so she kinda dripped blood on the way. when we reached kfc she disappeared into the toilet. aft a while darren said she could have fainted frm loss of blood. n since he was supposed to be frm sj, i went in to check on her. there was this rather impatient looking lady standing there. soon nicole joined me and togather we took this huge, as in &lt;strong&gt;HUGE &lt;/strong&gt;, wad of toilet paper in case her nose bled again. so darren was trying to make her lean forward and audrey was leaning backwards cuz she said it would be disgusting if the blood kept flowing out and darren said its supposed to flow out and its ok and audrey said this is kfc and darren said its ok and audrey finnaly leaned forwards. and the bllod stopped. sj de jiu shi sj de. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to have my dinner now. i noe its kinda lyk 9+ now but i woke up at 11 today, so i had my lunch at lyk 4, so its pretty normal to have my dinner now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god muz hate me...&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/6001466-107684907834347691?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107684907834347691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107684907834347691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684907834347691' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107667647084048874</id><published>2004-02-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T20:50:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian. how come everydays getting so sian. haiz. maybe im getting depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep. tml got ip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107667647084048874?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107667647084048874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107667647084048874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667647084048874' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107658065417476813</id><published>2004-02-12T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:13:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nth special today so i shall blog abt the boring everyday events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english. commercial. for string. 5 cm long. 1000 of them. dun ask abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hcl. did worksheets. sau was wearing this vertically striped RED shirt. it made her look even fatter and shorter than she is. oh by the way, we estimated tt her bmi is abt 36 (75 over 1.43 squared). ahhh. unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. played a little vball. as usual i juz stood there n zo bo and create stray balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog. rice farming. malaysia. kedah. irrigation. river. padi. nw. se. the other way round. watever. im confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science. science test. lets gloss over this portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. oh btw i 4got to blog abt mr ng. hes gone and ms tans replacing him. yeah man. indices. standard form. apples. monkeys. aarons legs. gameshow. i wun miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian. my life is getting boring. or maybe its juz me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107658065417476813?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107658065417476813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107658065417476813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658065417476813' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107589940540413120</id><published>2004-02-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:59:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh i forgot, s2 eds peeps (or ppl hu noe any eds ppl) hu are reading this, pls pass me ur bdaes and any other s2 eds members bdaes so tt i dun have to walk to all ur classes. thx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107589940540413120?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107589940540413120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107589940540413120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589940540413120' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107589920557462572</id><published>2004-02-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:55:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw you ernest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is wrong wif you man. juz becus you cannot cycle, the whole cohort has to &lt;strong&gt;GO ON FOOT&lt;/strong&gt;. and do u noe how b-i-g tt place is. we r goin to walk, on our two legs, instead of sittin comfortably on our bikes. cant you like at least OFFER to juz use the smaller bikes wif the training wheels, or suggest tt sau wee wee cycle you on the funny 2-person bike, watever u call it. oh no, you had to go "ke shi wo mei you xing qu mah! ni men ye shi bu xi huan ke xue na xie dong xi mah?" i dunno wats wrong wif you, but even if we dun lyk science, we dun lyk make you do all our experiments for us or sth rite. and there was sau going "bu yao chao. shui zai chao jiu bu ke yi qu!" juz becus of her darling ying zhe ah, everybody is goin to have muscle aches and dirty shoes and get tired and hungry and thirsty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet if it was aaron hu couldnt ride a bike she probably would juz tell him not to go lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D A M N    Y O U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to aarons house we were deciding to write a petition to mrs koh to complain. but i bet if we really write it, saus gonna lecture us on how to treat our FRIENDS wif respect, love and care, to ti liang ying zhe, to give in to him, to make everybody unhappy cuz her darling will not try and learn sth i learnt in 1 day and munyi learnt in 30 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter tone, aarons house is quite nice, although i think its a bit too white. we were planning to play majong, but everyone had given away their mahjong, and aaron threw away his &lt;strong&gt;transparent&lt;/strong&gt; mahjong which apparently costs 200 dollars. i had assumed in all my life 200 bucks could buy 10 mahjong sets, and mahjong were not transparent. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up playing bball and volley instead, at the bball court which has 2 hoops at different heights, and volley at a tennis court. i love tt court. i can almost touch the hoop, and i think aaron can slam dunk except the rim will break. so fun. darren n nick were trying to teach me n aaron how to play volley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i shall juz say it wasnt THAT successful. then we all tried to jump over the tennis nets w/o using hands. the first time i tried i almost got stuck in a rather uncomfortable position which probably would have resulted in extreme pain. almost. the 2nd time i tried my leg got stuck. the 3rd time i tried i jumped clean over. tt was gd except for the fact tt i landed on my toe. yes. thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick jumped over by doin a split thingy. woah. gymnastic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam jumped over too but i think he sprained his toes oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. btw nick has a very nice bike. drooling man. it cost a little less then twice the cost of mine. its bigger bt 2 inches. it was pretty nice to cycle, except the handlebars are rather loose, and when everyone dumped their files in the basket i couldnt really control it. darren can do bunny hops and he says his friend can do a wheelie and jump while doing it, jump and turn the bike around. man i suck. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings us back to the topic of ernest. how bout ending this entry with a note to ernest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S  C  R  E  W    Y  O  U  &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/6001466-107589920557462572?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107589920557462572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107589920557462572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589920557462572' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107560422739771802</id><published>2004-02-01T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T10:59:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the eds reunion thingy. and those ppl hu didnt go, U SHLD HAVE. it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well aft the eds meeting at 8.30 in the morning, i went to have ny passport renewed, so i can go uk *WOOOHH* theh aft tt i had to follow my fathers car to siglap becuz i didnt noe how to get there. tt means i arived there at 3. we were supposed to meet at 5.30. tt was bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i basically loitered around siglap centre which probably consisted of lyk 3 shops. then i bought a newpaper n went to pizza hut to read. btw liverpools gonna win the everton match ok peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? oh ya, finally it was 530. yvonne s2 was the first here. she was wearin this cute piglet slippers. then piss girl came. she was in this weird long flowing white skirt and PINK blouse. i mean, whats wif the color sense? strawberries n cream? cmon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically the ppl arrived aft one another. even jeremy came wif sb and mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at the same table wif tristan, vanessa, and audrey. we ordered some set meal which cost 42 plus bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing through the whole dinner. then we decided to mix all the stuff on the table together. fun. not for the waiter hu had to clear up after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we turned back to the table, the receipt was gone. apparently vanessa put it on a chicken bone (?????) and they cleared it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested not paying and they kinda agreeed. but after that our dear honest audrey dragged us back to foot teh bill. plus gst and service tax blah, it was &lt;strong&gt;12 dollars &lt;/strong&gt;per person. woah. tts very honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took a couple of photos. this faulty camera kept us smiling until our cheeks ached but stil couldnt take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took a bus to parkway. then me sb n js got seperated frm the rest becuz of mark, and wat im doin wif the 3 of them in the 1st place i dunno. so we went to the arcade to find them. and viola hu shld we meet at the arcade but my parents. i bet she thinks im dating 3 guys at once or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played a while and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.eds.eds.eds. SO COOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107560422739771802?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107560422739771802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107560422739771802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107560422739771802' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107546562039176975</id><published>2004-01-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T20:29:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was psl session today. as in me as the psl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id say it was pretty sucessful except for the fact tt i 4got to bring my psl shirt so i had to run down to the 1 i class and find my senior praying she had extra but she didnt so i had to run n find ms ling but she said ok go find mrs ho so i did n she recorded my name and class down and said ok u r juz embarrassing ueself cuz u r goin to stand out among the psls so i said sorry n went back. hey im learning sth from the neighbouring woman thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah so sian to type. go watch tv liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if u are reading this pls tag at teh tagboard. it appears to be rather s  t  a  g  n  a  n  t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107546562039176975?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107546562039176975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107546562039176975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107546562039176975' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107534768013512469</id><published>2004-01-29T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T11:53:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at a geog lesson now. in the com lab. mrs bok is toking. im blogging. how evil...how bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were having a debate wif mr ng yesterday. abt why n wat. wat the hell man. he was insisting on the why n we were insisting on teh what. BUT the gd thing is we wasted 2 whole periods of maths n he didnt give us anyhw. which was gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i distinctly remember tt this guy makes very gd analogies. abt this guy hu splashes hot n cold water on monkeys, and he says it represents using pencils to write. i suppose im not as clever as tt highly in telligent man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we were doin bunny hops *ka-boing ka-boing* im sorry its getting to my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn...im so tired. now im lying on my table listening bout mrs bok crap sth bout back breaking rice planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice rice rice rice rice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&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/6001466-107534768013512469?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107534768013512469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107534768013512469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534768013512469' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107460378999496182</id><published>2004-01-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:05:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im chewing on this particularly hard piece of dried mango, but tats not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the 1st day of lim shiew horng. she looked the same as i remember her. she was wearing this avacado-milkshakey colored dress, which i have nv seen anything remotely resembling it except maybe on my ahmah's shirts. then she had this mike thingy which she straps around her waist to produce tat sickly voice of hers. yar yar...im goddamned biased abt her, but her face really irks me man. cant she juz lyk attempt to SMILE, or at least dun frown so much. sheesh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch there was supposed to be a psl meeting outside the cluster training room. and apparently the cluster room has 2 doors, &lt;strong&gt;strategically&lt;/strong&gt; located at both sides of the hall. i went to both n saw no one there, so went to eat lunch. i dun care lar...next time dun find such a ulu place to meet lar. alamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aft lunch we went to huiyi's hse. the 1st thing she did was to scare nick wif the cat. the 2nd was to kinda trap darren in the toilet wif the cat. until he shouted at her to remove the cat b4 he was goin to come out. and as we figured out we needed darren's help wif the project, we let him out. aw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then we kinda messed up her parents' room a little. a lot. we didnt finish the ferrero rocher, we left a couple for her. well i did, i dun noe bout the rest. hmmm. then we emptied her sunkist orange juice, ate half a packet of &lt;strong&gt;tomato and herbs flavoured &lt;/strong&gt;lays, half a tin of popcorn (well they call tt stuf popcorn...but im not too sure). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=fast forward cuz im lazy to type=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had this ingenioius idea to play super soakers downstairs. i changed into this super stretchy shirt of hui yi's, n some pants/bermudas/shorts/watever. i decieded to slip it over my pe shorts cuz i was lazy to change. anyway, it couldnt get TAT wet, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a gd idea to give 4 kids 2 soakers n 1 pail. really. we started out rather mildly. juz sparying n stuff. then we decided to push each other into the pool. huiyi. nick. me. darren. chronological order. i suddenly started to feel tt my pe shorts were well, starting to get &lt;strong&gt;a little&lt;/strong&gt; wet. oops. i ended up hanging it up on this metal bar thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat, we started to slide on our knees, since the floor was getting kinda...yar...wet. red elbows. red knees. bruise on my leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went up n dried ourselves wif towels, fans, hairdryers, aircon, watever. i got pretty dry, except 4 the fact tt my underwear was sticking uncomfortably to my butt. nick n darren borrowed pants frm huiyi. i shall juz say tt huiyi has a dif fashion sense as me. darren was wearing this seemingyl luminous blueish thing, n nick was wearing denim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi got into this really short pair of pants n this really long shirt. bad combo. then she walked us to the mrt on her blades. she tried to blade over this fat pole thingy, wif her legs apart. 1st one went well, altho she had to raise 1 leg alittle. 2nd one was not so well. she kinda lyk picked the tallest one instead of the 2 short ones. and yar, she was balanced in this rather uncomfortable position, wif her legs on one side of the pole n her arms on the other. amazingly she didnt wham her head on the ground or smash out her teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily my mum didnt notice my rather wet clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super soakers! woooooooooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107460378999496182?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107460378999496182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107460378999496182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107460378999496182' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107434616837817100</id><published>2004-01-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T21:31:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry ppl. 4 some funi reason i couldnt sign in to blogger *sheesh* n most of the time i was pretty busy. i tried diary-x but couldnt get the template goin properly, so i gave up n returned to gd ol blogger. i shld try to ignore the fact that i have to refresh most of the time when i sign in, u get directed to newblogger.com when u go to blogspot blogs bout twice a week, n nicole lost her entire entry, n sometimes u cant sign in. ill try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, so today was flag day. ok it was kinda fun. we had this tin can to collect $$ in, n we had to go around smiling at ppl n repeat "gd afternoon, can u pls donate to ymca?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n nick met this pair of lesbians holdin hands n strollin down the road. frm far away, i was goin woah-his-pectorials-r-great-man, but when i went nearer, i went *oh*. they made us did the ymca dance b4 they could donate. lesbians r interesting specimens. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd pair of lesbians didnt donate, but they juz kept walking along. the male-ish one was pretty handsome. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl were damn ap lor. there was this auntie ah, my mouth havent open then she jab at her sticker n go "CAN U SEE THIS" lyk duh am i blind or sth, i didnt even ask u to donate lor, auntie. tsktsktsk. then theres this another auntie a, ask her donate she stick her hand in her handbagf, then when i follow her she go lyk "CANT U C IM IN A HURRY" relac lar...some ppl a. aiyoh. tu xie a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres this cute cute angmoh tat went "oh!!!!hu r u collecting for????? oh!!!!! ymca!!!!! all right!!!!!!" chao enthu. but at least she donated. n another angmoh called me a little lady. coughCOUGH&lt;strong&gt;COUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me, nicole, nick n darren filled 4.5 cans between us. nick collected the most lar...cuz hes so cute than everybody all c him cute donate to him. no offence. really. at first me n nicole went to the traffic light there n met n qiang all the sheng yi frm this gal hu was selling $10 tickets. so we soooo kind to her n decided to move to the mrt station instead. grin. then we found nick n darren hu had mysteriously disappeared while ago, n went to 7-11. aft darren bought mineral water n coke, n nicole bought sportade, we went to this marvelous place where they were giving out free drinks of heaven n earth green tea. we emptied 9 cans between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to hold our cans upside down as darren's was buldging n mine was starting to have some dents. we went macdonalds to eat ice cream &lt;strong&gt;which was only 25 cents each&lt;/strong&gt;. go eat everybody. except 4 ppl lyk mark hu goes 4 stuf lyk haagen daz *however u spell tt*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. we made up this nice cheer 4 amanda that i tot could do wif a little publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so cool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sexy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u readin this hor ama, but dun tell zhiwen k? later he rugby tackle me than i die a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went plaza singapura to eat dinner. i shall not describe wat js was eating except tat it was eggs, teh n toast. wif a little flavouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we bugged mark on the mrt ride to tell us hu he lyks. n he turned out to be somebody tt he said he didnt lyk when i asked him 2 mins ago. ill nv understand mark. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107434616837817100?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107434616837817100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107434616837817100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107434616837817100' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107365076709541808</id><published>2004-01-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T20:19:47.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today got pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played bball. yay. apparently the teams were rather unbalanced. me, sb, eugene, yuhui vs darren, ying xian, wen quan, n mark. we won duh. our team all lyk tall tall one except a certain somebody. darren was lyk the hero of the other team. he scored most of the shots. stupid underbasket pro. i wish i were gd at underbasket...sigh. siva was helping them during the full court thingy, which was kinda tiring. i managed to get past him ONCE, ok not bad liao lar, hes gd ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scored a couple of shots. tats nice. i stil cant layup properly. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama sprained her ankle today. she REFUSED to let me carry her bag 4 her down the stairs, n chose to hop down wif the back bouncing on her back. poor ama. gte well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much to say (ok, my entries ARE getting shorter), except tml got eds. hopefully we will get to play some bball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107365076709541808?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107365076709541808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107365076709541808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107365076709541808' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107356554407012559</id><published>2004-01-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:39:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nth much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were plannin to play during recess but unfortunately siva n the ah pek (dunno his name lar) were stuck to teh courts. so we went kampong n played some erm...volleyball there. since i have already given up on volleyball long long ago, i decided not to play as i will probably end up in causing everybody to fetch my nice balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft sch me, munyi, vina, eugene n tian cheng stayed back to do the maths thingy. tian cheng was tryin to mess up my hair, which has proven to me totally unmessable, only resulted in my hair loss. then my freakin watch decided to stop working. we shook it (me), threw it (tian cheng), banged it against a chair (eugene) but it doesnt appear to work. sighs. now my parents went to quarrel wif the watch shop auntie for givin me a faulty batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a gd day. double recess + pe. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed my blog entries have been gettin shorter n shorter. maybe its me, or maybe life is juz gettin more n more boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107356554407012559?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107356554407012559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107356554407012559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107356554407012559' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107346023042024532</id><published>2004-01-07T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T15:25:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we took our height n weight. i am 39 kg (ooh grew heavier) n 147. 147... ttg measured 148 i think. so apparently i shrunk huh? dear siva, it would be gd to have ur eyes check, or have a lesson wif miss khoo to learn bout paralex error...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bball sucked. i havent beem playing in the hols except for in sch. my mum thinks tt bball makes ppl collaspe frm heatstroke n skin cancer. ok fine, there was this day when i nearly had a heatstroke BUT tt was bcus the bball court was half covered by a tent. no u dun call it a tent, i dunno wats it called lar, the big big covering u use for pasamalam lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siva was pretty gd lar, first dunno how many weeks can play bball. im probably gonna lyk him until the napfa (which he calls ippt) part when we have to run. im not gd at running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl, do visit the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/garfield/"&gt;garfield movie website&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107346023042024532?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107346023042024532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107346023042024532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107346023042024532' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107318428137614254</id><published>2004-01-04T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T10:55:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at lyk 5.45. went to sch by my father's car. in tat light green psl tshirt. walking cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at sch n saw a large bunch of cabbages, so i joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were suppoed to lead the blurblur sec 1s to their classes. they very easy to recognise one lor, socks longlong, skirt/pants highhigh, top button buttoned, hair neat neat one ah, confirm sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went 4 flag rasing n felt lyk a total idiot being the only speck of green in front, excluding the sec1s lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lai wasnt here. she was married yesterday...wonder wat they did last nite to make ms lai unable to come to sch...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our timetabel pretty much sucked in my opinion. sau wee wee hcl teacher. dun tink im gonna lyk her much. darling mr ng is maths. (drool mark drool...) 2L got mrs koh goddamnit. science teacher is the lovable mrs lim shrieu horng (pronounced lim shrew HORng). 2L got mr ng. wat the hell is tat man. im gonna fail my science. but on other tots, i might get reely gd grades, cuz i cant bring myself to look at her, n ill juz spend the time lookin at my book or the board n keep takin notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im gonna go add some music. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107318428137614254?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107318428137614254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107318428137614254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318428137614254' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107278836906298027</id><published>2003-12-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T20:46:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from claire's blog. copy it to ur blog everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Yvonne &lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: 29 sep AND REMEMBER TAT &lt;br /&gt;-- Location: Singapore &lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Black &lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Black &lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 148 n growing. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: newbalance sport shoes &lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: lazy bum&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: none at the moment &lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: pineapple, sausages, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese. &lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: cant think of any. I dun plan ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase(s) on MSN: erm hi? &lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: wats the time. &lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: dunno, how would I noe? I dun go looking into mirrors 24/7 &lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: hols confirm past 12. sch days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: lots wif my frens &lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In love? wat do u think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: nope &lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: daily routine &lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: tink so&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: oh yeah. lyk duh &lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush: refer to layer 4 &lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: refer to previous q &lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: yes &lt;br /&gt;-- Like(d) high school: wats high sch? If sec then yes &lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: duh.  &lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: nah &lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: nah. I dun have guys buying tickets to shake my hand.&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak?: no way man. &lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): sometimes &lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: luv them. The thot tat I could actually kill somebody by pushing him into the rain is unresistable.&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: stupid piano&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month... &lt;br /&gt;-- drank alcohol: nah &lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: nah &lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: nah &lt;br /&gt;-- Had Sex: OH YES  &lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: wats tat?&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall?: duh&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: nope. oreos dun come in boxes do they? i eat them in packets&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: yeah. kap a puny one from some eds senior.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: no &lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: nope...sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever... &lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: no &lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- been caught "doing something": oh...ive been caught doing LOTS of things &lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Got beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who You were to fit in: no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: 20+ &lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: more than 2. names dunno.&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: poolside...well i might change my mind but tats the coolest wedding ive been to &lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: hellooo, wats wif the stupid q.&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite sex &lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? black&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color?: black&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: short&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: anything &lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: anything&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: casual...lyk tshirt n bermudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- # of drugs taken illegaly: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- # of people I could trust with my life: quite a lot &lt;br /&gt;-- # tattoos: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- # of scars on my body: lots, im 1 clumsy person&lt;br /&gt;-- # of birthmarks: 1 i think&lt;br /&gt;-- # of things in my past that I regret: couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107278836906298027?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107278836906298027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107278836906298027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278836906298027' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107276127375106839</id><published>2003-12-30T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T13:14:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the edshine msn group today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda remote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided it could do wif some advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eds members, click &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/edshine"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya guys back at sch. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107276127375106839?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107276127375106839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107276127375106839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276127375106839' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107269401032917050</id><published>2003-12-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:33:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun worry. i didnt drown in a monsoon drain or died in my sleep. im not dead. my blogs juz stagnant. relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happened this few days except we went to the movies today. anna in kungfu kingdom. nice show. very funny. go watch it guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met, &lt;strong&gt;ahem&lt;/strong&gt; were supposed to meet, at teh tampines mrt. but for some bizzare reason (maybe due to the fact i was 45 mins late), they ended up in seoul garden. conclusion:dont try to fry rice there. dont ask why. just dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, n by the way it cost 16 bucks. i brought 20. we were supposed to go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tm cinema time slot was 2.30. too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to century sq. correction. sprinted to century sq. in 2 min n 45 sec. according to weixuan. didnt get popcorn cuz we were all broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found myself too poor to afford a ice pop, -_-' so i didnt get one. PATHETICNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to rot after tat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, n dun ask me how i got money for the tickets. hehheh. ididnt rob anybody. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ive got to go do my penmanship n jianbao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! belated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107269401032917050?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107269401032917050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107269401032917050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107269401032917050' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107200292783719418</id><published>2003-12-21T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:35:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.garfield.com/christmas/images/countdown/1221.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched lord of the rings yesterday. very very cool. i loved the battle scene. all the blood n gore. *slurp* ahem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive nv read the lotr bks b4. tat tolkein speaks a dif language frm me. i cant understand the bks. then they all luo li luo suo beat around th ebush. wah sian ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was much better. although the ending was lyk so weird. i tot ended liao, then still got, then tot ended liao again, but stil got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aragorn's the man. tall. dark. handsome. long messy hair, not totally shiny, but looks lyk hair from herbal essence ads. the way he lets out his battle cry, wields his sword, chiong towards the ogres on his own (thin line between stupidity n bravery, tho i lyk to think it is the latter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i kinda lyk legolas n pippin oso. but i think legolas is too much of a pretty boy, (sorry ms lai) wif his fair fair complexion, n pippin is more cute than handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aragorn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107200292783719418?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107200292783719418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107200292783719418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107200292783719418' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107180772186850654</id><published>2003-12-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:40:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.garfield.com/christmas/images/countdown/1219.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i noe. my blog is bloody stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall juz tok abit bout the past stale events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so there was this day we went to school 4 eds. then me n tristan drew up this love triangle tat was branched out so much it wasnt a triangle anymore. oh ya...it was bout a girl...not yixiu and a couple hundred other ppl. then i hid it in the piano to stop yixiu from tearing it up or watever she wanted to do wif it. but some goon named tristan went to PEER inside the piano, then shout shout shout at me. so obviously yixiu got the damn paper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. so we half raped yixiu...n then thought of a place to hide it. i ran up to the 3rd storey n hid it behind the speak gd english poster. yes. so jian of me. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed a note to tristan to tell him where it was. then we tore it into 8 pieces. 4 went into to puddle. 1 on the tropht cabinet. 3 scattered on teh floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we told yixiu to go figure out the clues. but she couldnt be bothered. hmph. not fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat we retrieved the paper back. it got snactched by the stupid vegetabletanian. she throw  it down to yixiu. wah. yixiu bulldozed diane n got the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but obviously, we got it back. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hid it in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fast forward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the eds session, the richies tristan, nehneh n cindy go take taxi home. then i passed the paper to tristan, hu was so gong to not take it. yixiu got it instead. shes probably framing it up n hanging it on the wall at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. too tired to blog anymore liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt. i wont leave my blog so stagnant ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107180772186850654?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107180772186850654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107180772186850654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180772186850654' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107114758959136908</id><published>2003-12-11T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T21:02:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided to put in the christmas countdown frm garfield.com as n xclusive xmas special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.garfield.com/christmas/images/countdown/1211.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was n damn unlucky day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st i woke up lyk bout 11 plus or so. to those siao ppl hu wake up in the morning durin the hols, i am perfectly normal. then watch tv. then suddenly aaronia (wif tristeen dunno tokin wat beside him) call frm sch to tell me to come eds. which was supposed to start 20 min later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau eh. so i bia all the way frm ubi to dunman. (waited VERY long 4 the stupid 158) just to find my &lt;strong&gt;dear &lt;/strong&gt;friends hu had gone to mcdonald for their lunch. so i wait at sch 4 so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eds was so boring. rowell was teaching us some camera stuf. at least most of us. i wasnt listening. i wasnt in charge of the camera wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i arrived home, my arm kind of started hurting. dunno y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i banged my knee *oooh nice big bruise* on the table leg while typing this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suay ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107114758959136908?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107114758959136908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107114758959136908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114758959136908' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107088325198526112</id><published>2003-12-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T19:34:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched brother bear on sunday. i 4got to blog bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so its bout this guy hus brother got killed by a bear, so he killed ta bear, then got turned into a bear by his brother (apparently by sucking him into the sky n *poof*), met a bear called koda hu is so totally CUTE, found out the bear he killed was actually his mum, n lived happily ever after wif him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the plot was quite lame. i agree. but i think it was supposed to tell u to put urself in ppl's shoes, c things frm their point of view, n understand y they did certain things tat u think is rong rite at the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. tat sounded so chim eh? CLAP CLAP CLAP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the point is...i didnt pay for the ticket, (my cousin did) so no compliants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107088325198526112?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107088325198526112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107088325198526112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107088325198526112' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107079455246874108</id><published>2003-12-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:56:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah...i changed my template. basically the same lar, juz add the boxy thingy cuz i got tired of looking at white words all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. change my poll.&lt;br /&gt;2. change the color of my tagboard&lt;br /&gt;3. change the font size of my tagboard. as in the name, email n msg thing. (how do i do tat? ill find out.)&lt;br /&gt;4. i reely shld finish my penmanship. although i noe ill probably decide to leave it to the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats it. hope the new template looks better. tag ur suggestions k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar...going to watch hong xing da jiang aldy. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107079455246874108?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107079455246874108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107079455246874108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079455246874108' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107062735294129003</id><published>2003-12-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:29:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the funeral thing is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it basically was walk walk walk, get on the bus, go to the the place to burn the body(wat's it called?), cry n cry n cry, then get on the same bus (n get squashed by this ah pek n auntie hu were sharing seats wif me), go to the temple, cry again, then we all go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not elaborate on how scary the crying was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, by the way. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107062735294129003?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107062735294129003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107062735294129003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107062735294129003' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107042336055997023</id><published>2003-12-03T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T11:49:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i give up. u holland v fans win. my poll is overruled by fanatics of this idiotic show. i shall think of a new poll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107042336055997023?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107042336055997023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107042336055997023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042336055997023' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107042295127220781</id><published>2003-12-03T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T11:42:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came back from the chalet yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 1st day, melissa's mum fetched us to the chalet. i somehow was under the impression tat she was supposed to actually KNOW the way, but ended up in we giving her directions. ok nvm, we arrived there n checked in n the usual boring stuf. then we wanted to go on the choo choo train, but it cost TWO WHOLE DOLLARS. so we went to the chalet instead. J 1918. hao xuan bu xuan, go n choose so far inside one. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the arcade n played until crazy. i only paid 2 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening was the bbq. i helped start the fire, under xtreme circumstances where we had to BORROW fire starters. ok, some of the ppl stayed inside the chalet to watch tv. stupid of them. a few of us stayed outside, next to teh bbq pit. 1st to get all the food n stuff. then we decided to get the drinks out for ourselves. i bet i ended up eating 3 times as much food as the ppl inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then heck it started to rain, so we go chiong wif the food into the chalet. the ppl inside had to share the pathetic leftovers. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i cut sherwin's bdae cake for her. rather failed attempt. but hey, u guys go try dividing a puny cake into 20 pieces lar. we took 7 pieces to the boys. they were at teh bowling alley, n kin of "refused" to eat the cake, until we went. apparently so bcos we didnt let them into the chalet. tat is so xiao qi. they all were shouting RANDALL. so he came, n i asked him to ask them to eat. so he asked, n apparently they were stil angry. cmon lar, cal urself men, stil so xiao qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day we went to escape. n i survived the whole day w/o my ezlink card. (which i took out to wash my wallet) i took 25 to kembangan (w/o paying), took the mrt wif a single trip ticket WHICH WAS $1.20 THANK YOU VERY MUCH (u cant cheat mrts wif the guy sitting next to the entrance), then at pasir ris took 354 w/o paying again. i went back to the interchange on 354 or 358, i 4 got, w/o paying again. poor SBS...unlucky of u to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape was pretty much the same. pepsi was closed of "mechanical check". tat means out of order lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we helped yixiu choose 3 pants for her n her sister. N DIRECTED STRAIGHT TO YIXIU, i cant c y u chose then ok? they suck, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to white sands, waited for my mother, n took 359 to the funeral thing again.&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/6001466-107042295127220781?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107042295127220781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107042295127220781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042295127220781' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107024388357654527</id><published>2003-12-01T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T09:58:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays the chalet thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. it had seemed so faraway then suddenly *poof* its today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so my mum said 1. cannot go out in the sun (tat means b4 5.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;                                2. cannot go out in the rain (tat means drizzle oso cannot)&lt;br /&gt;                                3. cannot go near the bbq pit (n pray tat the food will cook itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am i gonna listen? yeah rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, n i have to go at 8.30 to attend a funeral. starting from sunday (yesterday) to thursday, everyday must go. apparently we r very close to the deceased, hu is my auntie's husband's father. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-107024388357654527?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107024388357654527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107024388357654527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107024388357654527' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-107018852029099283</id><published>2003-11-30T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T18:35:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i completed lenny walkabout. finally. i noe im lame. im so bored ive resorted to controlling a semi-naked guy with cock-lyk hair n pants 10 sizes too big. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the point. so yesterday was the eds meeting thing. and we r going to uk. n at first i thot we were probably going to lyk sentosa or genting or wat. but WOW! i mean tats lyk sooooooooo damn cool. the furthest ive ever went was sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n they oso mentioned a lot of stuff which i couldnt remember. apparently there is a eds nite thingy, a fund-rasing play thingy (in which the funds go to us), n a eds camp thingy. i think. i really have to do sth bout my memory. remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat we went mac. at first we wanted to go kfc. but oh no...&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; people wanted to go macdonalds. so me n aaron walked to mac, while the others took the bus. aaron is apparently trying to slim down (WOW!) n i kind of like walking. im 1 weird person. ok ya, where was i? oh ya about the &lt;strong&gt;some &lt;/strong&gt;ppl. ok. after we finished our mcpeppers *slurp* n my ice cream (which dropped on the floor face down), we sat there waiting for the &lt;strong&gt;some &lt;/strong&gt;ppl. for lyk so long. so aaron called mark. his mother answered n mistook him for terence. but then, we found out that those &lt;strong&gt;some &lt;/strong&gt;ppl were at kfc all the time. cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, me n aaron juz set a new record. 7.5 &lt;strong&gt;medium &lt;/strong&gt;cups between us. n since 1 medium cup is bout 2 small cups, tat means we each drank 7.5 cups of drink. do we rock or wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, we went to parkway to shop 4 the bbq stuff 4 the mbs 6L chalet. =D i lugged home 1 twisties, 2 marshmallows, n 1 tissue paper. i did not eat any of them. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n eds ppl, whens the next eds session again? yixiu juz told me 1/2 hour earlier, but i forgot.&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/6001466-107018852029099283?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107018852029099283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/107018852029099283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018852029099283' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106985120751561900</id><published>2003-11-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T20:53:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally completed the lenny in space game from &lt;a href="http://www.ezone.com"&gt;ezone&lt;/a&gt;. lenny is SOOOOOOOOO cute! ok fine...i cheated by looking at the hints n cheats, but hey, i would lyk to see somebody try n finish it w/o the hints. if any of u do, pls tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant finish lenny walkabout. i cant get past level 3 of canetoad expload. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...im boring u. fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays r BORING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106985120751561900?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106985120751561900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106985120751561900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985120751561900' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106981509705464694</id><published>2003-11-26T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T10:51:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i smell of the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result of soaking myself in it for 6 hours +.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slides were basically about towing our wet bodies n floats up to the 4th storey, then get out butts on the floats, n slide down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres this nice thing called the lazy pool. u juz sit on ur float n the current brings u round n round the pool. my head got hit on the waterfall side. so did my cousins. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wave pool was the best. at every hour, there will be 2 GIANT jets of water squirted into the air. n because of the theory of teh tarik, the water will be damn damn cold. so wat goes up must come down. so we get drenched in ice water. cool. if u gp tp the side of the pool, there will be huge waves tat will carry u n ur float bout 50 cm higher. tat is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the cut on my right foot, peeling skin on my toes, n my crumpled n dry skin looking ready to fall off, tat jurong place was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tip:bring lots n lots n lots of food to stuff up the adults, so they wont keep wanting u to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106981509705464694?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106981509705464694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106981509705464694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981509705464694' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106972752889024858</id><published>2003-11-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T10:32:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n my mother went to tampines library. i mean, i went to the library n she went to teh post office 1 busstop later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i happily alighted. then BANG the library was closed. at 5. i looked at my watch. it was 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can i do? in case u r wondering, my mother doesnt have a hp, i dun have a hp, n our only means of communication was telepathy, which we dun have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how? poor me walk all the way (ok its not thaaaat long) to post office. then shes not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how? then i walk all the way to tm to find her.then i looked through all the 4 floor (not forgetting to do some window shopping myself on the way) but shes not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how? i go next door to century square. search search search. then she juz suddenly popped out in front of me. wearing this shocking pink shirt tat can be seen a mile away. i tot she was wearing black. i had been looking for black ppl the whole evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. today we r goin to jurong swimming complex. tat slide place. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106972752889024858?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106972752889024858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106972752889024858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972752889024858' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106964538140611153</id><published>2003-11-24T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T11:43:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDS PPL, U BETTER READ THIS, OR WE WILL BOTH DIE HORRIBLE DEATHS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a eds meeting this sat, 29 nov, 10.00 am at the AV theatrette. (i nv knew how to spell tat word) they r planning to redesign the eds shirt FINALLY.  pls bring along any ideas tat u have. they do not have to be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is specially dedicated to eds ppl hu cannot spend a few seconds checking their mail but can spend hours browsing through blogs; r hu i simply dun have their email adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if u noe any eds ppl's email or phone except aaron, audrey, cindy, eunice, nicole, olivia, randall, shibao, soke may, tristan, vanessa, xinrong, yixiu, pls pls pls inform them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not i will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106964538140611153?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106964538140611153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106964538140611153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964538140611153' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106955476890617956</id><published>2003-11-23T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T10:32:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to burger king at heartland mall yesterday. i got the rey mysterio poster. yipee! ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this middle-aged woman behind me in the queue. she waited for about 30 seconds, n said "tsk! wah lau eh, so slow!" then when she finally got her turn, she was lyk checking her watch every few seconds for some absurb reason. then she pointed to the mushroom swiss meal n said "this 1 ah, i want 1 got meal, 1 no meal" then, before the bk guy could press anything, she looked lyk she was trying to drill her finger into the table, jab jab jab at the $10.20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn hao lian sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a disgrace to my gender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106955476890617956?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106955476890617956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106955476890617956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955476890617956' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106941606274092841</id><published>2003-11-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:01:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week n the stupid holland v is GONE. MUAHAHAHAHA! excuse me, but holland v totally sux. the plot sux, the characters sux, the name sux. i noe there r probably a million die-hard fans of holland v out there. im not. i dun get the pleasure out of watching a big fatty turning into a smaller fatty, n some zoe girl being hidden in her house. ah...im not totally unaware of the sucky plot u noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope a decent tv show will replace holland v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of holland v, do go vote for my poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down with holland v! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hk serials forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106941606274092841?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106941606274092841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106941606274092841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106941606274092841' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-10694037409170235</id><published>2003-11-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T19:52:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz finished reading the chinese bk tat the liu gave us , i mean SOLD to us 4 $2.80, was it? it was pretty nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about this guy hu was going to australia but landed in indonesia. he n his cousin met pirates hu wanted their kidneys, so they attacked them wif bees. they escaped n went on a passing ship. then apparently, due to some weird coincidence, tat guy saw his father (hu got lost on the way to australia) on the ship. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can u expect of the liu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-10694037409170235?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/10694037409170235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/10694037409170235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10694037409170235' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106923065698804427</id><published>2003-11-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:43:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this december hols is goin to kill me. i have totally nothing to do! argh. everybody's blogs r so damn stagnant im starting to suspect thers sth wrong wif my com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find any gd websites to go. pls pls pls...if there r any to recommend, pls tag them all down...i have recently resorted to colouring garfield n odie at garfield.com. PATHETICNESS. i pity myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : i hate holidays. i will regret this when sch reopens. but now, im dying to go to school. n when i finally get to go to sch, i will be ready to give everything i have except my computer to get out of tat teacher-infected place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106923065698804427?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106923065698804427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106923065698804427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923065698804427' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106916011867936118</id><published>2003-11-18T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:55:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today n yesterday were the psl thing. involved quite a lot of sitting around listening to ppl with PASSION in big red letters across big red t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda fun lar. yes. the games n amazing race were easily the best. the haunted house was kinda lame, although we damaged an umbrella (tat was supposed to scare us O_o)in the process. the games were pretty much cool, except the fact tat i probably still have remains of squashed bananas sticking to me, but tats beside the point. then we had to vote 4 the commitee thing. i voted 4 nick n xinni. hope they get chosen =P good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FINE. u guys r probably falling asleep. i shall stop babbling lyk an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much to say liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psl-ing should be better than listening to psls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106916011867936118?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106916011867936118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106916011867936118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106916011867936118' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106898705836428975</id><published>2003-11-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:51:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room was painted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n some weird peachy-beige colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tats the 1st thing tat my parents had done correctly since i was born. but i was the one hu chose the colours n stuff. obviously. my father luvs white. yes. my mother luvs purple. weird shades of it at tat. my fathers been putting off the job of painting their room purple 4 very long(for SOME obvious reasons)...but recently my mother is fallin in luv wif the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, their room is goin to turn from a sensible blue to PURPLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im awaiting tat day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106898705836428975?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106898705836428975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106898705836428975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106898705836428975' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106878999263632273</id><published>2003-11-14T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T20:42:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the mbs website today. http://www.moe.edu.sg/schools/mbs/ yeah i noe im kinda slow,  but tats me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clicked on organization n BANG i saw mr foo. this guy has onli been in mbs 4 less than 1 year. so WE r much more senior then him. (yes i noe ur hair has a nice currypuff in it, n u put 3 coats of pink lipstick on ur lips, n u probably spent 2 hours wif ur head in ur cupboard choosing ur tie, but admit it, u r my junior, kiddo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i c mrs lim, our vp. her picture is less then half the size of mr foo's...i wonder why. shes stil wearing tat red coat n the brooch. note the fact tat all teachers hu wear red love golden brooches. *this conclusion is derived from the many hours of observation of mrs E song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n look, ms teo is NOT wearing her green turtleneck. wow. she probably noticed tat she had been wearing tat shirt for about everyday, although there is also the slight possibility tat the shirt was in teh was at tat time. i prefer to believe teh 1st reason though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs han stil looks the same as b4. "Love is universal" is her personal motto. n her arm fats r lyk WOW...(yes darren, u will lose drastically to her, so dun bother...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n darling mrs e song...ah dun we luv u so? n i notice u r still wearing red, n the good ol brooch. we will remember u, ARB-sorb, wif ur "pentium 4 between ur ears", n ur lovely "lyk this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ms chew is so chio lor...aiyo...shes prettier than ever. i almost couldnt recognise her n some more her name is mrs grace tan now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm koh was the one hu tot us to speak proper english, wif the seemingly correct pronounciation. lalipaps n meegrains. alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparantly the sch vision is :&lt;br /&gt;"Pupils who graduate from Maha Bodhi will be &lt;strong&gt;intelligent&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;hardworking &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;steadfast in character&lt;/strong&gt;, will treasure and appreciate the hard work put in by the earlier generations, will be well-versed in the use of information technology, creative in their endeavours to preserve the legacy given by our forefathers and to pave the way for a good future."&lt;br /&gt;look at tat, look at the mbs ppl...2 words : &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE LOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betty tan's hair is stil *very nice*(do note the use of sarcasm), same as b4, pong pong 1. shes probably made a fortune selling the combs shes confiscated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lim, u rock. u r 1 of the nicest teachers ive ever met. serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling darling yang lao shi. u gave us the most *enjoyable* music lessons ever, although ur level of speaking apparently stretches to 3 phrases - "kou4 yi4 fen1", ur signature phrase ; "ni3 men2 zhe4 qun2 hai4 qun2 zhi1 ma3" ; n "zhe4 shi4 shen3 mo4 tai4 du4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big mole woman, i finally found out ur full name today! so u r mrs lee lian choon...ah. pls visit the mbs website n tell me whether her mole is attached to her nose, the skin above her upper lip, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE LAO LAO!! wonderful voice. remember her, remember her plug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the currypok, hus name i do not noe, n have yet to find out, has changed her hairstyle. her nice currypok is gone...sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n uncle aba is wearing a bright pink shirt everybody...they didnt even put his name there, so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM tan...how i miss u so...could u pls come to dhs n take the place of a certain member of the staff, a *certain* woman hu collects uno cards as a private hobby, drinks strawberry milkshakes, carries a pastel-pink slingbag, n apparently has a crush on sir stamford raffles in life. om tan...i miss u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of 6L, i miss the ol days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im left wif memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super stretch underwear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr heng heng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"san1 bao3 ge1"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey bars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah...&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/6001466-106878999263632273?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106878999263632273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106878999263632273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878999263632273' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001466.post-106847457367389474</id><published>2003-11-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:29:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new blog is kinda weird...i noe. But its my first, so not bad liao ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya...thx yixiu(hu tidied up all the messy stuff) n eugene(hu gave me this loveable template). thxthx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya...now ill go include the tagboard and links and music and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be soooooo busy...haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6001466-106847457367389474?l=stripedfatcat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106847457367389474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6001466/posts/default/106847457367389474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stripedfatcat.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847457367389474' title=''/><author><name>Yvonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11043685232673381368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
