<?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-22945281</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:17:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SillyInc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-115071093184497651</id><published>2006-06-19T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:58:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know it will turn out so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm only human afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's going on already?&lt;br /&gt;have i been accused?&lt;br /&gt;that i didn't care about these friendships?&lt;br /&gt;urm.&lt;br /&gt;let's just see ... ...&lt;br /&gt;who ruined the friendships?&lt;br /&gt;who didn't attempt to try to work things out?&lt;br /&gt;who didn't care about those friendships?&lt;br /&gt;was it &lt;em&gt;me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;nothing make sense, hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure it wasn't me who broke these friendships first.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone was in my position,&lt;br /&gt;things would have probably gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;not saying i'm so so noble, but the fact is that i have endured much more than a normal person could have.&lt;br /&gt;and what happens now?&lt;br /&gt;that i am being accused of not trying to salvage the friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can't be bothered much already&lt;br /&gt;these are friendships i dont mind giving up&lt;br /&gt;afterall,&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably just substitutes for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;with or without me,&lt;br /&gt;you guys live all the same&lt;br /&gt;then why not just forget it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a year since our friendships started becoming shaky.&lt;br /&gt;and i could almost &lt;em&gt;swear i wasn't the one who shook these friendships first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of giving in to all of you&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of trying to force a smile even though i'm super pissed inside me&lt;br /&gt;if you really did treasure these friendships,&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't have done those things you did.&lt;br /&gt;throwing temper and all.&lt;br /&gt;yes, what are friends for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not for adding on to my suffering&lt;/strong&gt; and pain for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just because i'm not that important to you.&lt;br /&gt;then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-115071093184497651?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/115071093184497651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=115071093184497651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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from casey.&lt;br /&gt;=) thks.&lt;br /&gt;i love them&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;because of them, there's a lot of things cancelled from my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;i received two litted muffins for birthday this year&lt;br /&gt;although there wasn't any cake&lt;br /&gt;but there were two muffins&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;one from stoners.&lt;br /&gt;one from my scandal, my darl.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;zhank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-115053685064983959?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/115053685064983959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=115053685064983959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/115053685064983959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/115053685064983959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/06/add-ons.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-115012451458370876</id><published>2006-06-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:01:54.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;just as i promised myself that i'll cut right after my sister's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;well, kor said it wasn't much of a diff.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is less layered. my fringe is much shorter.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;i had my hair cut at a place i never cut there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do this for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;one, 80sit ups a day to slim myself.&lt;br /&gt;two, cycling.&lt;br /&gt;three, go to zoo.&lt;br /&gt;four, study hard.&lt;br /&gt;five, play hard, enjoy much and laugh hard!&lt;br /&gt;six, swimming every week.&lt;br /&gt;four, less chocolates, less food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think i can accomplish them?&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;my birthday and my sister's wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sueann said 2006 birthday is the busiest for me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's right.&lt;br /&gt;*winks. i can't remember what i did last year.&lt;br /&gt;my memory, understanding of things and catching of meanings have deteriorated.&lt;br /&gt;sueann confirmed too.&lt;br /&gt;haiks i was really too dependent on medication.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to limit my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thks a lot s23.&lt;br /&gt;because of you all, i know my jc are not meaningless or boring.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i had three items from them for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;hee. one, a ring.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm attached to s23.&lt;br /&gt;two, necklace that match my cross.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;and three, a bimbo, musical glass ball.&lt;br /&gt;it's bimbo cause it's flurry.&lt;br /&gt;-longyu, read F-L-U-R-R-Y! LOLS-&lt;br /&gt;but i still love it!&lt;br /&gt;because they bought it with the thought of replacing a musical box with that.&lt;br /&gt;so touched.&lt;br /&gt;seems like a musical box doesn't suit me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cause no one ever bought it for me.&lt;br /&gt;one who really knows what i love - music.&lt;br /&gt;musical box is a really sweet gift.&lt;br /&gt;music brings across messages and love.&lt;br /&gt;love them. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a white jacket from kor.&lt;br /&gt;it was a tight fitting addidas jacket.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i think that jacket was meant to show &lt;i&gt;flat&lt;/i&gt; tummy.&lt;br /&gt;='( which i don't have.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay BRO.&lt;br /&gt;i'll work for it.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a teens bible from sam.&lt;br /&gt;so very typical of him but still, =)&lt;br /&gt;i received a present from him despite me not buying his.&lt;br /&gt;how lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, anyone reading this can jolly stop thinking anything weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing going on between him and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. can't blame me for writing that here.&lt;br /&gt;many church friends have been asking me weird questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i say again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm SINGLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;available.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an angbao from aunt mary.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;and messages from people whom i never thought they'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;uh. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;like lynette.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the heels casey got for me last year was ... painful.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cause i wore it for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;the heels is nice, but not very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to add on, i wasn't my sister's bridesmaid on that day.&lt;br /&gt;erm, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i don't knw either.&lt;br /&gt;=) maybe because she don't favour me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i want to catch my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;finally everyone is back to their nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights lovely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-115012451458370876?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/115012451458370876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=115012451458370876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/115012451458370876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/115012451458370876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-my-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114968386468827211</id><published>2006-06-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:37:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's just say i should quit talking and start acting.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;chenlu. i forgot to tell you something!&lt;br /&gt;i heard that exercising before you sleep doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i was wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;well, lucky thing was i stopped after coming back from batam&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alright alright.&lt;br /&gt;i'll start my action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't eat unless i'm hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop munching on  chocolates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drink loads of water!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming every week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jogging every twice a week (oh shucks. have to ask cin to join me . not that she's fat. but is she's my only jogging companion. )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh i forgot to add, i want to study too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;after dinner, 3 hours of studying. (for slimming too! so i don't sleep right after i eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;hengyee! nicole! i want to study with you all! i've got a lot of qns don't know. esp physics, maths! eh. that seems like all the sub. haha it's ok. i'm dumb. i admit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sooooo full. i can't make it SLIM and pretty on saturday already. i'll moan and bemean myself over it. it's ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boring. holiday is like not holiday. SR sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114968386468827211?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114968386468827211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114968386468827211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114968386468827211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114968386468827211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-just-say-i-should-quit-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114930692749529911</id><published>2006-06-03T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:42:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of trying act.&lt;br /&gt;even more, i'm sick of seeing people act infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;if you're not happy, then just tell me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of promises being made and being broken.&lt;br /&gt;worse still, if you can't be bothered to break it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying you should break it,&lt;br /&gt;but the fact that you can't be bothered,&lt;br /&gt;then don't make any alright.&lt;br /&gt;it's frigging irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a wonder-girl.&lt;br /&gt;i can't please anybody just and when i like.&lt;br /&gt;i have my emotions and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a doll or a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to answer to your every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people accusing me,&lt;br /&gt;especially they don't even understand how i feel&lt;br /&gt;or what i've actually done.&lt;br /&gt;if you're just bless with blissful ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're just pretending you don't see anything,&lt;br /&gt;then shut your trap.&lt;br /&gt;don't judge cause you are not fit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough of those rumbles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt final fantasy by myself.&lt;br /&gt;=) happyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going swimming later.&lt;br /&gt;didn't run ytd.&lt;br /&gt;well, was too lazy to contact anyone to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't start studying.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i think the hopes of wining &lt;em&gt;that person&lt;/em&gt; is MI alrready.&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get myself a cap~!&lt;br /&gt;i bought make up!&lt;br /&gt;just haven't try them on.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;the swear wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, hengyee's method work.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;poison to curb with poison.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm supposed to eat myself to death in order to make myself slim.&lt;br /&gt;sobx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm only left with a week to slim myself.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;this is another MI.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should make a movie, MI IIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;updated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;postponed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just realised somethings.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i need some time to think over stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;it's the &lt;em&gt;silly &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114930692749529911?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114930692749529911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i just want to paint my life,&lt;br /&gt;with these beautiful colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply, just want to live my life without regrets,&lt;br /&gt;like how i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i really die one day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please know that i love you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114924012580696965?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114924012580696965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114873451166607356</id><published>2006-05-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:55:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, like what fishy said.&lt;br /&gt;i'm swarming in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm engulfed by inferiority i feel so much about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at anyone on the street.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so upset.&lt;br /&gt;they are much prettier than me,&lt;br /&gt;born rich which means they get to dress however and whatever they like.&lt;br /&gt;their figures are &lt;i&gt;wooh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they get to purchase cosmetics to enhance their beauty,&lt;br /&gt;not only that,&lt;br /&gt;their english is so good.&lt;br /&gt;this makes me feel so bad about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;i&gt;Fat&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't say i'm not. cause i know i am.&lt;br /&gt;you're just deceived by the appearance i made(or maybe, it's just you)&lt;br /&gt;i have enormous tummy, thick and fat thighs, huge and muscular arms.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tanned and so never get to be photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much i can do about my figure&lt;br /&gt;since i'm forever not determined about weight and fats lost.&lt;br /&gt;skin coloured seems to be permanent on me, so why should i try to change it.&lt;br /&gt;my looks. omg.&lt;br /&gt;can't expect me to go plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;brains. i can't even bring myself to be appear in school 5days a week,&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever become hardworking and pass my A's, making it into the U?&lt;br /&gt;in addition, my english is so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always facing GP with a big FAT &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if God don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;can he just raise my confident level?&lt;br /&gt;can he make me smart and pass my A's?&lt;br /&gt;can he just stop people from judging me from exterior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is i'm not kind hearted?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a family-oriented girl.&lt;br /&gt;i like to go out and play sports,&lt;br /&gt;hang around friends and laugh like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;it's all because i can't have the same laughter at home.&lt;br /&gt;home, seems no long warmth.&lt;br /&gt;naggings doesn't stop. arguements never cease.&lt;br /&gt;grumblings acts like oxygen in my home.&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring and mad.&lt;br /&gt;can't everyone just stop,&lt;br /&gt;stop and relax?&lt;br /&gt;i mean &lt;i&gt;chill&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm always living in contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;the whole point is my mind is processing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;there's rarely a time when i stop thinking about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, ever since secondary graduate, many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;i brought me to think about many aspects in life,&lt;br /&gt;very much exposed to these,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fortunate yet so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;it woke me from my dream, made me face this cruel and practical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. haha anyway, i side tracked.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say, this contradiction i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand people who are not confident of themselves,&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't seem to stop my dislike for those full of confidence of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;because in my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;there's no one perfect soul in this world.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not even jesus is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;so, what's the whole point of having so much confident of yourself when you know, there will always be one day when you come to face someone better than you at something.&lt;br /&gt;confidence is good. excessive irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who think they are pretty,&lt;br /&gt;slim and smart,&lt;br /&gt;look at yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and compare yourself to someone out there.&lt;br /&gt;you're not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. haha&lt;br /&gt;lac people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling sad or something.&lt;br /&gt;this topic just came out from a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114873451166607356?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114873451166607356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114873451166607356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114873451166607356'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps. i think..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here then.&lt;br /&gt;babababye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114830005193044669?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114830005193044669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114830005193044669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114830005193044669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114830005193044669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-starting-from-yesterday-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114795792996640745</id><published>2006-05-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:12:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm fine already!&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i've concluded.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if the anyone outcast me or not.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;that crazy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CYAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;i met eunice and winnie today.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;they keep saying they are fat when&lt;br /&gt;they are obviously a pack of bones.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what's with people nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;you just need to take a good look at me and&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand what is &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself,&lt;br /&gt;i am going on diet.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm REALLY serious about it this time.&lt;br /&gt;com'on!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn fat!&lt;br /&gt;look at the fats buldging out~!&lt;br /&gt;omgosh!&lt;br /&gt;even imran and joel they all say i'm fat!&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;i need to get serious about this diet thingy!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm already dumb, and ugly&lt;br /&gt;can't expect my figure to grow horizontally and vertically right!&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;since i promised myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;that i'll never cry because of those things argain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'll have confidence in myself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on diet!&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114795792996640745?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114795792996640745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114795792996640745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114795792996640745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114795792996640745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/05/yey-i-think-im-fine-already-well-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114786092101912804</id><published>2006-05-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:24:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keeping mum is the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;and also the worst thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will anyone stand beside me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the class leaves me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the world thinks i'm sucha a bitch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sucha a meanie, sucha a stupid person?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise myself;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna let a tear fall again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114786092101912804?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114786092101912804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114786092101912804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114786092101912804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114786092101912804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/05/keeping-mum-is-best-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114777958930507476</id><published>2006-05-16T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:39:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is an emotive entry.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel like reading such entry,&lt;br /&gt;that please move your cursor to the&lt;br /&gt;top right corner of this window (the X)&lt;br /&gt;and click onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to accept your difficult personality&lt;br /&gt;when you did something to make me stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;it's a mutual thing;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like me, i wouldn't like you either.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't stoop so mean to say backstuffs about you.&lt;br /&gt;so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;even if the whole world thinks i'm the meanie,&lt;br /&gt;then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;because i know the truths.&lt;br /&gt;the truths about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you'll allow your friends,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe your "friends" to be played around.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you'll still get jealous over silly stuffs;&lt;br /&gt;com'on, you're over that age.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you'll always think you're right.&lt;br /&gt;fine then.&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to the other one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i want to say this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't pray that you'll see the light of this matter soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just pray that you'll find your happiness&lt;br /&gt;in whatever you do/did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's what you do, to deserve what you get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114759684507020060</id><published>2006-05-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:54:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;yay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been shopping whenever i'm out with darling sueann.&lt;br /&gt;urm, the best thing is whatever we bought was &lt;em&gt;way below our budget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it feels so Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;yet, i rather be a Singaporean in this context.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't have to face a huge hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 went out for dinner too.&lt;br /&gt;i think it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;photos are up in our class blog.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing, why nicole have to narate it into a story.&lt;br /&gt;and make it seem like i'm &lt;i&gt;desperate&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sobs.&lt;br /&gt;let me say something here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am not with AJL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;i&gt;single&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;available&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i recalled what i want to watch already.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one,&lt;/b&gt; the Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;two,&lt;/b&gt; XMEN III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i'm so sick of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe, because, perhaps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiks.&lt;/strong&gt; when will holidays really ever come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114759684507020060?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114725846604423962</id><published>2006-05-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:00:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maybe i shouldn't be bothered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i don't think anyone cares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to pass my mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, &lt;strong&gt;pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; with flying colours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. dream on.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. at least i set my goals already.&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i haven't start studying.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start ... next week.&lt;br /&gt;i must slack fully this week.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;movies to catch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MI3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;actually, i think there's still a few more movies i want to catch. but i can't remember what are those movies. hmm. i'm getting older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh, i have the &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2106815119"&gt;batam&lt;/a&gt; photos already. =x i look very horrible but nvm. hahah. i took the website from LuLuz blog! =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114725846604423962?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114717203186002843</id><published>2006-05-09T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:04:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after some thinking, i've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe sueann is right,&lt;br /&gt;that we should not judge any person,&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just comments/opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i can't say it in front of the person,&lt;br /&gt;and i can't say it in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ought to learn how to keep them inside me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't count myself unlucky all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i have friends surrounding me,&lt;br /&gt;and i surely can find laughter.&lt;br /&gt;but, is that what i really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people ask me,&lt;br /&gt;"would you prefer to have many surface friends&lt;br /&gt;or few close friends?"&lt;br /&gt;well, i would love to have both.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs. i mean, it's more practical what.&lt;br /&gt;this way, i wouldn't be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what if your best friend betray/backstabs you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many are caught in such dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;those that are still feeling super down over BGR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or GGR or BBR,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;dilemmas over friendship is much more meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;you can switch bf/gf all the time,&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there's so many desperate out there,&lt;br /&gt;are you afraid that you'll be single forever?&lt;br /&gt;more friends doesn't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiahs.&lt;br /&gt;the thing with human,&lt;br /&gt;contradict with what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i'm superficial and dumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i'm just the one to be picked and bully?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't give you the right to continue to think like this.&lt;br /&gt;i have my limits.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean &lt;strong&gt;LIMITS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't come and go at the beck of your call.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one whom you will look for when your bf/gf is not around and you want accompany.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not one whom you should throw your temper with.&lt;br /&gt;i will never &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; allow &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to play with me,&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try manipulating anyone, i swear i wouldn't be in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you use &lt;/em&gt;her&lt;em&gt; to play with me, i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't give at damn about &lt;/em&gt;you &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i still have a lot to say LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm venting my frustrations here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many girls out there thinking,&lt;br /&gt;wooh, i'm pretty and popular,&lt;br /&gt;most importantly i have the brains.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;take alook in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;are you really &lt;em&gt;that pretty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so what if you are &lt;em&gt;that pretty&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i see no &lt;em&gt;beauty&lt;/em&gt; in you.&lt;br /&gt;you're fugly, because you have no personality.&lt;br /&gt;don't think you know everything in this world,&lt;br /&gt;because i swear you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world is just too big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you think you have seen enough,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more will come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's just how it works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may be fugly,&lt;br /&gt;but in fact,&lt;br /&gt;they are fbeautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're fat like a pig?&lt;br /&gt;you may be efficient and hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;that just offsets whatever phsycial "deficiency" you have.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're shapely and all?&lt;br /&gt;you may be lazy and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i believe God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. let me think what else i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i'm just pretty pissed off when i read some blogs.&lt;br /&gt;they just think they are f-popular.&lt;br /&gt;hello, it's only &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;guy who is crazy over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fugly girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think she's a christian.&lt;br /&gt;it just shames me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happening in my life made me write this post too.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i hate it when people manipulates my life.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it even more if you make use of people to manipulate my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i'm not so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you all are not sueann.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's sueann, i'll just let her manipulate me.&lt;br /&gt;you see the &lt;strong&gt;diff&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hack la. i think i'll post more later. i'm going to watch tv. babababye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114717203186002843?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114717203186002843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maybe sueann is right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there should be no individual judgement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's your own life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shouldn't have commented,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or help you make any decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquamarine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me wish that i'm a mermaid too.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt there's schools and fat people in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so if i'm a mermaid,&lt;br /&gt;i may be exempted from school,&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i have a superb body.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs. yes, i am fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm born in this world like that,&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a choice, so i have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, it's just a wish that i want to be pretty and shapely.&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't wanna be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a Stranger Calls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;a thriller movie that really thrilled me.&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice, catch it if you can.&lt;br /&gt;well, i think the main lead is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114692064442742131?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114692064442742131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114692064442742131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114692064442742131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114692064442742131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, let me complain about &lt;strong&gt;HAGM&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she suck.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, nvr in my whole life have i met sucha irritating,&lt;br /&gt;persistent and stubborn HAGM.&lt;br /&gt;well, SR have probably 80% of the cohort not attire dressed properly.&lt;br /&gt;so, are you not going to give them testimonials?&lt;br /&gt;LAME. you might as well close down the school.&lt;br /&gt;i tucked in my shirt, you said i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to pull my socks, yet you want me to face you while i'm talking,&lt;br /&gt;like hello biatch, you want me to fall to my death&lt;br /&gt;just to pull my socks and give you MANNERS at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;you're not worth it man.&lt;br /&gt;and you are always dragging teachers down.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, if you can't even make me wear my uniform like a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;i don't see what's the point of dragging CTs in.&lt;br /&gt;you're a piece of lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;don't come ftell me that attitude can be seen thru uniform.&lt;br /&gt;cause it fdoesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;one's smartness cannot be seen thru uniform too.&lt;br /&gt;so stop laming ard HAGM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm not pissed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;just mentioning because i promised nicx i will.&lt;br /&gt;it's the anti-HAGM group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a BAD bad BADd day.&lt;br /&gt;25th of April. i'll remember you.&lt;br /&gt;caught by HAGM.&lt;br /&gt;made teacher pissed.&lt;br /&gt;had bleeding knee.&lt;br /&gt;-news i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114596696526035174?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114587540821126588</id><published>2006-04-24T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:46:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fannoyed.&lt;br /&gt;why is wrong with people.&lt;br /&gt;they expect things from people yet they cannot meet other people's simplest expectation!&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so pissing.&lt;br /&gt;once or twice, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;but it's so frequent nowadays it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sueann.&lt;br /&gt;if you are, i probably will just forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; you are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; sueann!&lt;br /&gt;URGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the &lt;em&gt;PRETTIEST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the &lt;em&gt;SMARTEST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;urgh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114587540821126588?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114587540821126588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114587540821126588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114587540821126588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114587540821126588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-fannoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114545906382432615</id><published>2006-04-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:04:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;alright, this part is supposed to be some deep thoughts of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately, i have some difficulty in keeping my train of thoughts and chatting at the same time. LOLs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, i gave up typing my train of thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only can remember one, moneytree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rolls. okaaaay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost a week since i update. is it rare? bleeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched &lt;em&gt;Reincarnation&lt;/em&gt; already. i felt rather disappointed. i mean, didn't expect the plot to be like that. haiks. nevermind, at least, it was something i did with the class. then, we saw this &lt;strong&gt;23&lt;/strong&gt; giordano kid's shirt. haha. we wanted to make it into class tee. sadly, only the girls can fit them. upsetting. maybe ... guys can get something like that too, then we, the girls, can get that giordano shirt. bleeeh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried some clothes in mango. eeww. it was demoralising. not that i look super ugly with them, but it was just ... fats blurging out. &lt;em&gt;sobs&lt;/em&gt; hello. i didn't mean to make myself fat, but recently, i have really huge and continuous appetite for food. the cravings, the urge, the desire. urrrrrrrhhhhh. 5 meals a day is somehow insufficient already. and to think, i'm supposed to slim down by (let me count, april-may-june) less than 2 months?! my gosh, my time is running out. okaaay peeps. motivate to keep fit. means, PE (no mc. mygod) and less delicious food. &lt;em&gt;i feel my stomach complaing!&lt;/em&gt; urgh. i'll try. for beauty sake, for ... urm beauty sake and for beauty sake. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i realised i have a lot of movies i want to catch. movie number one: Da Vinci Code. movie number two: Black night. and a few more movies, the names i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiks. i think i wouldn't do well for this CT. com'on. i wasn't studying seriously. is 30-40 minutes of notes-making sufficient to make you pass exam? i doubt. especially physics. i was like &lt;em&gt;what on earth are these stuffs&lt;/em&gt; i gave up doing physics within 30minutes of the table and was whining inside me for the rest of the paper. i just pray -- no meet-the-principal-tgt-with-parents session, or that's the end of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114545906382432615?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114545906382432615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114545906382432615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114545906382432615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114545906382432615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/alright-this-part-is-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114493937147832332</id><published>2006-04-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:46:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there's something weird about these people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just how complicated lives get. haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back my PW results. Band2. it's okay. although i think zen should get band1. it's &lt;em&gt;so unfair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJcarnival. i like the band, and only the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaa. to [LuLu~], love you too. muacks. opps~ and lu. "don be depressed kiez... we're still behind u de... hehe..." recall this? haha. i'm sending it to you. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i'm tired. nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114493937147832332?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114493937147832332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114493937147832332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114493937147832332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114493937147832332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-something-weird-about-these.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114466872481424748</id><published>2006-04-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:32:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading some blogs, i decided to shift my physics aside and blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life, moreorless, follows this routine now. weekdays = mug. weekends = slack. haha. serious! i totally refuse to touch anything related to school or my subjects during weekends. so i must always try to complete whatever work within the weekdays. come to think of it, secondary school is nothing compared to my life in school now. in addition, the teachers i face. JC teachers have the tendency to threaten you with parents/principal while secondary school teachers just keep telling you O level is hard, you've got to study for it. and look, JC pulls parents into the picture, leaving me no choice but to mug. sad child. sad life. &lt;strong&gt;next week is my common test two.&lt;/strong&gt; incredible. i thought i still have lots of time. but even after i realise how little time i have left to study, i'm still not studying yet. com'on. everyday i'm just trying to complete my assignments. where can i fork out the time to study for past months topics? ok. enough of digression. lol. because no matter what i say, bottom line = pass common test two in order to shut the teachers' mouths up. haiks. let me repeat myself again, &lt;em&gt;sad kid with a sad life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with reference to other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;what's so bad about singlehood? i think it's fun. you get to flirt around. you have no attachments, no commitment(provided you're the committed kind) and own space and time. erm, maybe for qilin, yeh. singlehood is bad. because you're grouchy when you're single. bleeeeh. lols.&lt;br /&gt;what's so bad about getting attached a few days after you break? i mean, you're not two-timing, so what's wrong? two-timing is wrong. having a like for someone else when you're attached is wrong. so, breaking is the easily way out right? getting attached immediately just shows that you like that person already. so what's wrong? nothing is wrong hon. so don't feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;okay. nevermind, i don't really know what i'm talking about already. anyway, what i want to say is very simply : it's not wrong to get attached after you break and there's nothing bad about singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better be off doing physics, or nordin will become a woman tmr. haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;i can't shower you with my &lt;em&gt;TLC&lt;/em&gt; everyday. i have my physical and emotion limits. it's not my pleasure or joy to see you suffer, i'm not oblige to please you or give you whatever you want. i'm a nobody to you, so i don't see why i should treat you like you're my somebody. &lt;em&gt;you just gotta face the music, you're not our everything.&lt;/em&gt; life continues even if you're gone. that's something you ought to know. you may be part of our memories but you'll never be long enough in our heart to haunt us. you may feel helpless and lost, what about us? we feel useless and nonsensical just hanging around you. who will be around us to support us when we fall? you? &lt;em&gt;no way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114466872481424748?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114466872481424748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114466872481424748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114466872481424748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114466872481424748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-reading-some-blogs-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114442339013422924</id><published>2006-04-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:23:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my, my. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to spend sometime blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with the teachers today.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the gp teacher suck. i don't know her name. i think she's called &lt;em&gt;mrs pang, mrs peng, prs pan&lt;/em&gt; or something. anyway, she ain't pretty and her hairstyle is a turn off. as a teacher, she shouldn't have use sucha harsh tone to ask the students to leave the LT. moreover, maths lecture just ended. we had the maths lecturer standing infront of her. yet she still &lt;em&gt;chase&lt;/em&gt; us out and demand an apology from us just because we jeered at her? &lt;em&gt;hello~ who's the one who said she "don't care"?&lt;/em&gt; she made a mountain out of a mole. to think that's she a GP teacher. i thought GP teachers would be sensible and have things looked at a broader view. myopic. she didn't apologise until the CT reps apologised. seriously, i would support nic till the end, not to go up and apologise(although we didn't say sorry). in addition, that session of apology ate into our break. this &lt;strong&gt;pissed &lt;/strong&gt;me totally.&lt;br /&gt;second, the econs teacher. what's with him? he said he's trying to demoralise us in such a sense that it will push us to study hard. is it oblivious to him that we're not feeling any encouraged? he said we can only win RJcians in our MCQ, other than that, most probably impossible. then? what are we doing in SR? then? what is he doing in SR? and then? what's SR's existence for? crazy fella. and he thinks he's so great. com'on. irritating teacher.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, &lt;em&gt;tang&lt;/em&gt;. no further elaborations needed. &lt;em&gt;it's all kept within our hearts. &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, we heard these teachers screaming at students in the canteen 5minutes after our break, because the students were still standing in front of the drinks stall, chit chatting instead of proceeding to classes/lecture. like, stupid? we're given 30minutes break, &lt;em&gt;suppositely&lt;/em&gt;. but as you know, how much the teachers are pressing on the students now? our lesson always end up eating into our breaks. plus, our breaks are always shared with a lot of people(because of some stupid teacher who planned our timetable). imagine, ate up 10minutes of break, 10-15minutes of queueing up for food(stupid principal refuse to allow us to take away), 5-10minutes to gobble our food hastely down our small and fragile throat, &lt;em&gt;just how is that possible?&lt;/em&gt; spare a thought for people who eat slowly (i.e. &lt;em&gt;longyu&lt;/em&gt; lols). senseless creatures in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. enough of those grumbles. there's other stuffs to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h1&gt;happybirthdaysueann&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got her a lovely and cute swavorski(however you spell it) bracelet - mickey mouse. i forgot to snap some shots of it so that i can pose it up here. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was fun. really, it'd been some time since i go and out enjoy myself so much although i almost died thanks to jordan.&lt;br /&gt;okay, to correct somethings here. i'm not falling for jordan although i enjoyed his company and can say that he's really interesting and funny. so &lt;em&gt;do not think too much&lt;/em&gt;(P.S. qilin and lonyu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SSO. &lt;/strong&gt;my gosh. amazing. they are good. thumbs up. applause. lols. i'm sad to say this, but, compared to &lt;em&gt;sembawang, &lt;/em&gt;SSO is way too good. i love the cello, trumpet and the group violin. when lots of violin played together, it sound so much better than violin alone. sorry, but i don't really like the sound of violin. to me, viola sound better than violin too. it's just my opinion. after this, it craves me to attend &lt;em&gt;a harp&lt;/em&gt; concert. &lt;em&gt;harp &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;piano. &lt;/em&gt;nice. =)) get my mom to sponsor me or something. unfortunately, i don't see any harp concert coming up in 2006. maybe somewhere else, i don't know. sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more weeks to common test 2. i need to do well, someone, pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;GP lecture tmr. dreadful. i don't want to go! but seems like i have. hiaks.&lt;br /&gt;good night then. &lt;em&gt;oyasuminasai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114442339013422924?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114442339013422924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114442339013422924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114442339013422924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114442339013422924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114433448929980205</id><published>2006-04-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:41:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy chenlu?&lt;br /&gt;i sacrificed much of my study and sleeping time to make this template alrights.&lt;br /&gt;in addition, from a warning from uncle peter for using computer at this time.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;now it's colourful. pretty?&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;i can't blog much.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so so so exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114433448929980205?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114433448929980205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114433448929980205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114433448929980205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114433448929980205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-chenlu-i-sacrificed-much-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114415507679136477</id><published>2006-04-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:51:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear god heard my prayer. LOLs* darling is back in singapore safe and sound. wonder what happened in thailand. hope to hear from her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit. i'm very grouchy nowadays. &lt;strong&gt;reason one, &lt;/strong&gt;i was pmsing. &lt;strong&gt;reason two,&lt;/strong&gt; i'm frustrated by the amount of econs homework we received recently. it's piling. &lt;strong&gt;reason three&lt;/strong&gt;, i don't get enough sleep. in fact, i don't even get proper sleep. &lt;strong&gt;reason four&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm not even feeling well physically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i can only list down all these reasons. my brain probably cease to function now, i'm really tired. this time round, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty annoyed by econs. seriously, my timetable arn't filled with gaps or breaks you know. it's full timetable with as little breaks in between as possible. it seems like SR wants us dead that sorta thing, you get it? and so, how can they give us so much homework? i mean, if it's just the workbook, so be it. but there are so many extra stuffs saadiah got us to do! A's level is not only about econs. Universities doesn't give a heck whether i pass econs or not, they only bother about my three A level subjects including my GP. so if i have to spend all my time doing econs, neglecting my other subjects, it wouldn't bring me anywhere either! i really empathize with longyu (enriching students) even more. they have to do two more essays outlines within the week. crazy. mad. sick! and that saadiah, easy for her to say "don't do my work, go see principal" hard for her to realise how much time we have to spend doing these loads of work. annoying piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. though i nagged so much, i somehow complete much of the load. lol. they might be sloppy work, i don't give a damn. i mean, why should i give you quality work when you give me so little time to finish &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;! that was one of the things i got annoyed whenever my classmate ask me how to do her work. like, com'on, (i know this is wrong but still..) why bother to give her quality work! ok. selfish of me and unreasonable. i don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh! i just remembered i wanted to catch a movie. ok. i'm so screwed. like i mentioned above, i'm broke. so i can only catch a movie during weekdays cause it's so much cheaper. this week is packed, so i'm only left with next week. i hope &lt;em&gt;the dorm&lt;/em&gt; will be screening till at least next week. i lost track of movies screening in singapore anyway. didn't even have the time to check out those stuffs. but surprisingly, i'm more exposed to clubbing now. and truthfully speaking, i don't like to club. i only like to drink. &lt;em&gt;i'm alcoholic.&lt;/em&gt; haha. thanks to huiwen, she's like promoting clubbing. her friends asked her to go and she asked us along, but no thanks, i don't like clubbing. moreover, i don't think my mom will allow me to go home that late. i'm a good good girl. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i switched phone with my sister already. from the bottom of my heart, i don't really like her phone. the twisting and turning freaks me. as you all know, i'm rough. if i exert too much force pushing the phone, i feels like it's going to break or crack. such things really freaks me, can you see why? haha. cause i'm broke. &lt;strong&gt;broke broke broke.&lt;/strong&gt; being broke means i can't afford changing phone so often and all. opportunity cost ar. =X so i really wish to get another phone. let's just ... see about that then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to get darling's present tomorrow if everything proceeds smoothly. well, i mean, no sports day. it's so redundant. i don't run. in addition, i doubt pegasus will win. so why should i be there? support my classmates? rurgh, no. i believe they can win. which means, the only problem i might face is my mom. guess i'll tell her later. miss my darling so much. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns* really tired. and i haven't eat my dinner. i guess i should be going. byebyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114415507679136477?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114415507679136477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114415507679136477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114415507679136477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114415507679136477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-god-heard-my-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114398169343794105</id><published>2006-04-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:41:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i can't be bothered replying you all already, stupid folks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally deceived by girl's appearance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she ain't pretty, she have no figure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she have pretty loose moral values, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in addition, she probably sleeps with any guy she know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senseless guys. brainless guys. useless guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i'm deadbeat.&lt;br /&gt;my mom can't stand the sight of me hugging my lappy to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;merely, the moment i open my eyes, i watch the shows in my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;so my mom wants me to change to big computers.&lt;br /&gt;while, i'm quite happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;because computers have bigger memory compared to this lappy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time spent after church&lt;br /&gt;was fixing computer and clearing up my desk.&lt;br /&gt;i threw away all the papers.&lt;br /&gt;erm, left only some tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;haha. some notes went missing too.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to zap again.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to check my notes with someone guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my computer can't be used.&lt;br /&gt;the display card was rusty, so my computer can't be used.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so down alrights.&lt;br /&gt;so my computer broke down, my phone went nuts too.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;plus plus i'm tight on cash.&lt;br /&gt;in addition, sueann's birthday is this week!&lt;br /&gt;arrrgggh. how can one become rich!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i so hate it when my expectations aren't met.&lt;br /&gt;you know, whenever i already start to plan with stuffs i thought i'm gonna get,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have it, i get pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me spoilt or anything, i just like to have things &lt;em&gt;my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, some problems have been solved.&lt;br /&gt;(that is, if my sister keeps her promise)&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna try to get a new display card.&lt;br /&gt;exchange her phone - W550i with me and get herself a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;(if i didn't recall wrongly)&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably getting a cheaper mobile phone line too.&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get sueann's birthday present on wed,&lt;br /&gt;because my timetable on mon and tues are packed.&lt;br /&gt;(anyway, sueann's birthday falls on thurs.)&lt;br /&gt;friday night i'm booked for some SSO thingy.&lt;br /&gt;funny. samuel specifically ask me to wear formal.&lt;br /&gt;erm, like how? heels? demin short skirt? button shirt?&lt;br /&gt;arh, whatever. it's still long.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i want to book si soon too.&lt;br /&gt;she msged me ytd.&lt;br /&gt;feels like she's hinting to me. LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;sorry arh, i'm pretty sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta dig out some time to meet her and her pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;so far, i haven't had the chance to go out with her and her pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;so upsetting alright, because we always plan but cancel last minute.&lt;br /&gt;that's how &lt;em&gt;fate fools us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, bless me. haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surviving on medications.&lt;br /&gt;haha these drugs really do me good.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped coughing every minute.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm alive again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the sad thing is i'm spending much of my mom's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry but i didn't mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i quite drinking cold water and stuffs already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying, &lt;strong&gt;trying real hard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another doctor appointment coming this week.&lt;br /&gt;i believe it's the &lt;em&gt;pumping of ventolin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. so many times already, pretty sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;but it does make me feel so much better,&lt;br /&gt;more oxygen going into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i think better. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkay. i guess i'm gonna end here.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are tired.&lt;br /&gt;miss darling, i hope she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;*prays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114398169343794105?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114398169343794105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114398169343794105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114398169343794105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114398169343794105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-be-bothered-replying-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114385615722625635</id><published>2006-04-01T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:49:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;boohoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114385615722625635?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114385615722625635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114385615722625635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114385615722625635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114385615722625635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/04/boohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114380951134022070</id><published>2006-03-31T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:51:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this asthma thingy is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking an abstinence from all food.&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm staring into this bowl of rice with black soup.&lt;br /&gt;dong chong chao - you know ?&lt;br /&gt;anw, it taste horrible and i really feel like puking it out.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't eat anything, not even fried egg for a week.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to asthma.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't given a choice to choose what kinda illness i wanna be borned with you know.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is a digression entry.&lt;br /&gt;ahah. read it or not, up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember those times when i made promises to my ex,&lt;br /&gt;even to my best friends and all,&lt;br /&gt;that i'll change back to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't believe me, and told me "it's not something you say change,&lt;br /&gt;and it changes instantly."&lt;br /&gt;and i resisted this idea, cause i believed for my ex, i can.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, you just have to be more practical.&lt;br /&gt;character is something you can't change,&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't change that instantly.&lt;br /&gt;if he/she complains that you changed, and went on talking&lt;br /&gt;about how much he/she wants you to be back like the past,&lt;br /&gt;what's his/her real intentions?&lt;br /&gt;did you really changed that much?&lt;br /&gt;or is he/she the one who changed?&lt;br /&gt;there are some things people can't see with their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;take out your heart (not literally) and see.&lt;br /&gt;what does your heart tells you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for many times, i failed to follow what my heart tells me.&lt;br /&gt;my brain just malfunctioned.&lt;br /&gt;i just had to cling to my stubbornness and this inability to let go.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, &lt;i&gt;the one who suffered the most is me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the above statement, i can swear with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i suffered the most out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't an honourable thing.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, such things acts like a hand slapping me right on my face.&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame. it's my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit, it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things that we can't change.&lt;br /&gt;not being able to be together isn't our fault.&lt;br /&gt;it's just &lt;em&gt;differences in endownments&lt;/em&gt; (okay, sorry, that's economics. LOLs*)&lt;br /&gt;as in, we just living in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try to fit in, you just don't match.&lt;br /&gt;don't be blind to such facts, bcause it will cost you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue to love her, you may.&lt;br /&gt;but ask yourself, is it really &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; or is it just a kind of &lt;i&gt;reliance&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;is it a kind of &lt;i&gt;obsession&lt;/i&gt; or is it a kind of &lt;i&gt;habit&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurting each other is necessary in the process of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, com'on, in reality, there's no one-person-hurt theory in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, you may not believe in me since i'm also a failure in such things,&lt;br /&gt;but please, these are more or less common sense!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, don't come and tell me there's no common sense in LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;have this urge to kill you. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;arh, believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;life can go on without ex or something.&lt;br /&gt;learn to &lt;em&gt;let go&lt;/em&gt; than to &lt;em&gt;change yourself  to make someone else happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's YOUR life.&lt;br /&gt;make yourself HAPPY than make others happy.&lt;br /&gt;your life revolves around you not your gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;don't come and tell me you will be HAPPy because he/she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't believe,&lt;br /&gt;because i don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;once or twice i did, but subsequently, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;lOLs*&lt;br /&gt;there's jealousy in world, there's biasness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;there's also &lt;em&gt;one sided love&lt;/em&gt; in this world.&lt;br /&gt;open up your big big eyes, see it through your eye ball,&lt;br /&gt;let it touch your heart, let your brainmalfunction for sometime&lt;br /&gt;and do what you feel most right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okya. long right?&lt;br /&gt;XD i'm just pro.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people scolding my darling.&lt;br /&gt;fark.&lt;br /&gt;and darling, i'll sure miss you.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't die. i probably die the same time as you right?&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'll die because of my asthma.&lt;br /&gt;erm. okay. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i betcha don't wanna die in a pkane crash,&lt;br /&gt;you'll look UGLY distorted FACE RUINED.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so die in Singapore, like asthma, better. =X&lt;br /&gt;i love you kay. no matter what, you are the best person in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114380951134022070?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114380951134022070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114380951134022070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;school belts suck.&lt;br /&gt;the principal suck.&lt;br /&gt;tang suck.&lt;br /&gt;(although she bought us snacks but still ... ...)&lt;br /&gt;the weather suck.&lt;br /&gt;what else suck?&lt;br /&gt;cannot remember but, just remember.&lt;br /&gt;SR suck.&lt;br /&gt;they don't produce great results in A's&lt;br /&gt;yet they care so much of these insignificant things like attire.&lt;br /&gt;com'on, if attire affects our grades in A's,&lt;br /&gt;we would have wore as nerdy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;but just look!&lt;br /&gt;the best student have their shirts out and all,&lt;br /&gt;why is it we have to dress &lt;i&gt;like that&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u g L y&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114379878043786912?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114379878043786912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114379878043786912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114379878043786912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114379878043786912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-to-say-this-sr-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114371897998263839</id><published>2006-03-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:42:59.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it ain't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;can you just stop the digression?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want things to turn out like that,&lt;br /&gt;but it had to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114371897998263839?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114371897998263839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114371897998263839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114371897998263839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114371897998263839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-aint-my-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114364083540520986</id><published>2006-03-29T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:07:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life seems to be so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;it seems so cheap, so worthless.&lt;br /&gt;yet it's so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one may look so innocent, yet he/she is evil deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;he/she may look so evil, yet he/she is so naive, so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many of you have hidden secrets inside,&lt;br /&gt;will the day when all these secrets spill out ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u g l y &lt;/strong&gt;human beings. &lt;strong&gt;s u p e r ficial &lt;/strong&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray, that i'll be stronger mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never want to let anyone hurt me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B Y E &lt;/em&gt;to simplicity. i step into &lt;em&gt;the maze of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complicated &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114364083540520986?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114336396255270075</id><published>2006-03-26T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:21:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;人质 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我和你啊存在一种危险关系&lt;br /&gt;彼此挟持这另一部份的自己&lt;br /&gt;本以为这完整了爱的定义&lt;br /&gt;那就乖乖的守护着你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;相爱变成猜忌怀疑的烂游戏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;规则是要憋着呼吸越靠越近&lt;br /&gt;但你的温柔是我唯一沉溺&lt;br /&gt;你是爱我的就不怕有缝隙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;在我心上用力的开一枪&lt;br /&gt;让一切归零在这声巨响&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;如果爱是说什么都不能放&lt;br /&gt;我不挣扎反正我也没差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人质在这一刻得到释放&lt;br /&gt;相爱的纯粹落得如此下场&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;你满意吗我们都别说谎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all starving during the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't skip the congregation,&lt;br /&gt;uncle peter caught chenlu and me.&lt;br /&gt;chenlu was pissed and she left for her SWO first.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad abandoning her,&lt;br /&gt;but i had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;she was excused but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and samuel was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;he was so hungry, he kept sniffing&lt;br /&gt;when the aroma of the food from dunman hall enters our room.&lt;br /&gt;then he hugged his stomach&lt;br /&gt;and sang out of pitch!&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and recently,&lt;br /&gt;i have serious long john cravings.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat the prawn.&lt;br /&gt;=P plus plus the clam chowder soup.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my DRQ.&lt;br /&gt;it's sloppy work but, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;that piece of work looks as though i've given it serious thinking.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i didn't touch any work.&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. mom and sis coming back today.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what time though.&lt;br /&gt;urm, hack ar.&lt;br /&gt;wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging around TM.&lt;br /&gt;as usual we took neos.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;looks weird though, cause i had my hair tied up.&lt;br /&gt;heh. it's time to try new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, not cutting yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving money.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, the irony, i'm trying to save as much money as possible&lt;br /&gt;to buy those stuffs i want,&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm spending like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;br /&gt;darling going thai soon.&lt;br /&gt;=D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;she's gota buy me clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so happy.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;tampines really have limit shops for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. oh yes, i want a dress too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had supper at 85.&lt;br /&gt;yums.&lt;br /&gt;it had been so long since i've been there to eat.&lt;br /&gt;missed 85. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;updated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just cooked our own dinner! omgosh. =) happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if i'm yours, i am.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114336396255270075?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114336396255270075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114336396255270075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114336396255270075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114336396255270075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-were-all-starving-during.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114326278210197741</id><published>2006-03-25T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:59:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;it not a choice we can make.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahs. i've been on my bed for almost 24 hours already.&lt;br /&gt;watching episodes and episodes of shows.&lt;br /&gt;serious, i think zhen yuan chang is cute. =/&lt;br /&gt;okay, i tried searching for the pictures but i can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;think my internet is about corked up. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember what i wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get myself a new MMC card&lt;br /&gt;because my current one is corking up my phone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting myself an extra line&lt;br /&gt;cause my bill is really getting way too high.&lt;br /&gt;i still want a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;i want half pants.&lt;br /&gt;i want more shirts and skirts.&lt;br /&gt;i want new pair of earrings.&lt;br /&gt;and more slippers or heels.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;that looks like practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to starve myself to save up.&lt;br /&gt;another reason for me to starve myself,&lt;br /&gt;is that i'm increase in width.&lt;br /&gt;wahhas.&lt;br /&gt;yes that is getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FATTER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm supposed to be out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;bleeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114320376183446017</id><published>2006-03-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:36:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my plan for today failed.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make it home early.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't sleep in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stop myself from eating non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;and i meant, &lt;i&gt;non-stop&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aaaarh. i just so hate it&lt;br /&gt;whenever things strays away from my expectation path.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, i'm a happy child.&lt;br /&gt;almost make it a point,&lt;br /&gt;to see things in the lighter point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm p-m-s-ing recently.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tired i just.&lt;br /&gt;mentally or physically, i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;but just feeling drained.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not oblige to please anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i have my own endurance limit.&lt;br /&gt;i have stuffs that makes me upset too.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm upset, i don't see anyone trying to please me.&lt;br /&gt;each and everyone of you have your own miseries,&lt;br /&gt;your own downs, surely you can't cope with additions.&lt;br /&gt;so it's alright,&lt;br /&gt;but don't expect me to please you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, maybe just pardon me for this few days?&lt;br /&gt;and look, thought my aunt will bring the food over,&lt;br /&gt;according to my mom, she's supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;haiks- i need to go over.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;turned off&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm not your&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;entertainment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;will be back .&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;my coughing hasn't get better,&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;it is said that dragon has bad health this year.&lt;br /&gt;seems so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUI&lt;/b&gt;. better not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, as i was saying?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. i recalled.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say, i'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh-&lt;br /&gt;really f a t t e r .&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating super sweet stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;consuming the ultra salty food.&lt;br /&gt;which means i have high chances of getting&lt;br /&gt;liver failure and diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;congrats .&lt;br /&gt;*sulks.&lt;br /&gt;does drinking loads of water helps?&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm drinking a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;what else? can't remember, can i just stop here?&lt;br /&gt;bleeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114320376183446017?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114301161675843806</id><published>2006-03-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:17:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i tell you my dad met with a minor car accident on sat/fri?&lt;br /&gt;he's better,&lt;br /&gt;except the abrasions on his face&lt;br /&gt;and the nerves sprained on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;today, i acc him to see the physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, that wasn't the reason why i didn't attend school.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sick, i chose not to go school.&lt;br /&gt;no mc, no letter?&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i'll just write a letter myself, without signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is leaving singapore this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;my holiday&lt;/i&gt; this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is, i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;urgh- so there's not much things i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, starhub terminated my downloads on comet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APOS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my shows. .. .. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, i've got my darl into some shit.&lt;br /&gt;lah latjia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天的 故事都是我的 是我的 所谓的 幸福快乐 我学会了抉择 你的背影 远得像雾了 我不再 回头 当脚步被回忆绑着 我跑过沙漠 我不要变得小小的 找不到自我 好象被什么人放在口袋 没天空 明天的 故事都是我的 是我的 所谓的 幸福快乐 不止一种 美丽的 春夏秋冬落叶是我的 体验过才懂 梦是什么&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114301161675843806?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114301161675843806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114301161675843806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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my life,&lt;br /&gt;that i experience lost of voice.&lt;br /&gt;it's so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;no one can lip read or hear my whispers.&lt;br /&gt;urgh -&lt;br /&gt;life without voice suck.&lt;br /&gt;anw, logenzes saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i got back my voice by i think ..&lt;br /&gt;later afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not a &lt;i&gt;mina&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;btw, am i really much better if i speak softly?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like less outspoken??&lt;br /&gt;bleeeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114294146252436574?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114294146252436574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sfile.ydy.com/bbs/read.php?tid=31994&amp;page=e"&gt;http://sfile.ydy.com/bbs/read.php?tid=31994&amp;amp;page=e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate remedials.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114285224440209085?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114285224440209085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114285224440209085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114285224440209085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114285224440209085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/httpsfile.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114265525257663034</id><published>2006-03-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:14:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;below are the pile of work i'm supposed to finish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics :&lt;br /&gt;Question 12&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;br /&gt;Electric field tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Capacitance tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Current electricity tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Electricmagnet tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Electromagnet induction tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;online assignment&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Workbook Essay Question 1&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J90 DRQ (market failure) // for remedial girls only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths :&lt;br /&gt;online assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tutorial 22 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tutorial 23&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tutorial 24&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tutorial 25&lt;/strike&gt;(all these tutorials are for filing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Set one &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Set two&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing log book because i got this hunch nordin is gonna&lt;br /&gt;ask me to hand up.&lt;br /&gt;doing all those maths tutorials&lt;br /&gt;because mr ang said he wants to collect the file to check.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, i kinda finished all my maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;well, a lot of questions i don't know how to do,&lt;br /&gt;at least i tried.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart heart STONES. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat seriously hurts like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna get fever soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so sick.&lt;br /&gt;but but but~&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet si.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see her baby&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114265525257663034?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114251442546520554</id><published>2006-03-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:07:19.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;below are the pile of work i'm supposed to finish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics :&lt;br /&gt;Question 12&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;br /&gt;Electric field tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Capacitance tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Current electricity tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Electricmagnet tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Electromagnet induction tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;online assignment&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Workbook Essay Question 1&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J90 DRQ (market failure) // for remedial girls only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths :&lt;br /&gt;online assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tutorial 22 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 23&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 24&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 25&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 26&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 27&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 28 (all these tutorials are for filing.)&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Set one &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Set two&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing log book because i got this hunch nordin is gonna&lt;br /&gt;ask me to hand up.&lt;br /&gt;doing all those maths tutorials&lt;br /&gt;because mr ang said he wants to collect the file to check. _______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like quiting school.&lt;br /&gt;it's my mom and even my dad.&lt;br /&gt;they can't stop asking me to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake,&lt;br /&gt;it's just &lt;i&gt;homework&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;why make such a big fuss?&lt;br /&gt;i can just let my pile of homework rot&lt;br /&gt;and not touch them you know.&lt;br /&gt;eeuuu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever have the feeling of missing something,&lt;br /&gt;yet the real feeling is not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; inside me.&lt;br /&gt;it could be fear or maybe something else,&lt;br /&gt;that's stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;can't s t e p out&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;u&gt;sorry&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114251442546520554?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114251442546520554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114251442546520554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;below are the pile of work i'm supposed to finish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics :&lt;br /&gt;Question 12&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;br /&gt;Electric field tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Capacitance tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Current electricity tutorial&lt;br /&gt;Electricmagnet&lt;br /&gt;Electromagnet induction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs :&lt;br /&gt;online assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Workbook Essay Question 1&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J90 DRQ (market failure) // for &lt;i&gt;remedial&lt;/i&gt; girls only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths :&lt;br /&gt;online assignment&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 22&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 23&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 24&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 25&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 26&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 27&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 28 (all these tutorials are for filing.)&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignment work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP:&lt;br /&gt;Set one&lt;br /&gt;Set two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing log book because i got this hunch nordin is gonna&lt;br /&gt;ask me to hand up.&lt;br /&gt;doing all those maths tutorials because&lt;br /&gt;mr ang said he wants to collect the file to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;cancelling friday.&lt;br /&gt;i still have two days to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;which is friday and saturday.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid darling will ask me out on sat.&lt;br /&gt;urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where's my holiday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114242763370727145?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114242763370727145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;basketball&lt;/strong&gt;, childrens and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you had done something for me in the past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i probably wouldn't end up like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114239222815827519?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114239222815827519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114239222815827519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114239222815827519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114239222815827519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/basketball-childrens-and-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114225109425751100</id><published>2006-03-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:58:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i made this day the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we almost got ourselves into stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;we spend every single cent we had on us.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't get home if&lt;br /&gt;our cards were broke as well.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be &lt;b&gt;s m a r t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;p r e t t y&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114225109425751100?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114225109425751100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114225109425751100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114225109425751100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114225109425751100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-made-this-day-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114216923104084518</id><published>2006-03-12T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:22:29.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;if i know the reason why we missed each other,&lt;br /&gt;what can we find if we continue searching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been waiting for so long,&lt;br /&gt;please believe me that i didn't stop at all.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have wings grown on me,&lt;br /&gt;to fly behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love is deep, but my heart is &lt;strong&gt;e m p t y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to engrave myself within you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;the time cannot bring away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;the hidden &lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love is deep, but my heart &lt;strong&gt;a c h e s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times did we missed each other?&lt;br /&gt;i carved this promise deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;i can't say it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put that &lt;strong&gt;t r u s t&lt;/strong&gt; in my heart&lt;br /&gt;anytime, i'm willing to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put that &lt;strong&gt;l o v e&lt;/strong&gt; inside my pocket&lt;br /&gt;never let the wind blow it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't cease to &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;it's like waves of the sea, hard to bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just having you for a second,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;it's more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. don't think so much.&lt;br /&gt;that's a song's lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;it's actually in chinese,&lt;br /&gt;i have it translated.&lt;br /&gt;erm, not for anyone to read.&lt;br /&gt;but because the chinese words&lt;br /&gt;can't be read inside my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is back.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously can't stand her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;stingy, thrifty and everything -&lt;br /&gt;urgh, not like she's poor or something.&lt;br /&gt;gets on my nerves how she handles stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lesson tmr.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;right samuel ?&lt;br /&gt;this is what i think,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pretty open girl.&lt;br /&gt;if you share your secrets with me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm willing to share mine with you.&lt;br /&gt;it's mutual i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, how will you feel if i die suddenly one day?&lt;br /&gt;give it more thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;i'll prefer to die prettily.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114216923104084518?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114216923104084518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114216923104084518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114216923104084518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114216923104084518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-i-know-reason-why-we-missed-each.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114207649963394736</id><published>2006-03-11T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:28:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a fun time on &lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, was the having lunch together with the class.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's very sweet for the class to eat together,&lt;br /&gt;because not many other classes have such unity.&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;b&gt;congrats &lt;/b&gt;s23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, i was part of those media girls who help take&lt;br /&gt;the OGs photos.&lt;br /&gt;qilin and me took photos too.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the photos asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i went out with darl and gary.&lt;br /&gt;they are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;anw, darl's class thinks i'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;whahahs.&lt;br /&gt;nah, it's just because i'm pretty loud during maths lectures.&lt;br /&gt;alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be &lt;i&gt;soft&lt;/i&gt; in future.&lt;br /&gt;*sulks.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty enjoyable whenever i go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;wahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;carls' jr&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;toilet&lt;/b&gt; joke&lt;br /&gt;still cracks me till today.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lecture is so tedious.&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone cramp so many stuffs&lt;br /&gt;inside their head all at one shot?&lt;br /&gt;*tuts tuts. incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of putting braces.&lt;br /&gt;my teeth is so crooked and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;my mom actually said she doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know how she managed to link,&lt;br /&gt;she says i'll put braces after A's&lt;br /&gt;cause putting braces affects my exam.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;i&gt;come again&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;no link you know.&lt;br /&gt;really, i was so stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need my sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;so tired -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114207649963394736?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114207649963394736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114207649963394736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114207649963394736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114207649963394736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-fun-time-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114189958711722247</id><published>2006-03-09T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:22:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy birthday, joel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to joel, we all had a pleasant evening eating&lt;br /&gt;free ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7440/176/320/silly%3B%28029%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken on 07032006.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;top row: nyleong, meizhen, &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;, longyu, qilin.&lt;br /&gt;row two: zen, impy.&lt;br /&gt;first row: katy, hengyee, siwei, joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7440/176/320/silly%3B%28028%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;pink ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i realised&lt;br /&gt;whenever i sleep more than 8hours,&lt;br /&gt;i get super high.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114181181113127143</id><published>2006-03-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:56:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy birthday si -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114181181113127143?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114181181113127143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>incredible, i'm blogging now, &lt;i&gt;at this time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i planned to sleep at 9&lt;br /&gt;because i'm having splitting headache recently.&lt;br /&gt;and i gave ~w4iTi\g^_ the promise that&lt;br /&gt;i'll chat with him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLUS&lt;/b&gt; i have econs essay test tmr,&lt;br /&gt;i need to study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLUS PLUS&lt;/b&gt; i need to study&lt;br /&gt;physics and econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLUS PLUS PLUS&lt;/b&gt; most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel that 24hours are insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;i just had my physics retest.&lt;br /&gt;haiks. bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;i did study for 30minutes today during the break.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out as bad.&lt;br /&gt;i almost left the whole paper blank.&lt;br /&gt;i should have not studied,&lt;br /&gt;and totally leave them blank&lt;br /&gt;than to scribble some formulas,&lt;br /&gt;substituting rubbish values.&lt;br /&gt;haiks. anw, &lt;b&gt;i hate physics&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;okokay, i know what you're gonna say&lt;br /&gt;:"where's the link, hon."&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;i told nordin i don't know how to do alr.&lt;br /&gt;he look calm and serene,&lt;br /&gt;i guess, he's alright with me giving him such work?&lt;br /&gt;bleeehs.&lt;br /&gt;nordin is screwed btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;he made two classmates cried.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO FAR&lt;/b&gt;, he made two of my classmates cry.&lt;br /&gt;tuts, tuts.&lt;br /&gt;it does teachers no benefits when students revolt against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sniggers-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised there are really so many bitches out there.&lt;br /&gt;it really irks me to see those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;so amazing how their thinking can be so warped,&lt;br /&gt;twisting those facts.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;so stop calling me a bitch, cos i ain't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps, i forgot what else did i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;nah, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;i shall just stop here. tabues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114173646962428829?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114173646962428829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114173646962428829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114173646962428829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114173646962428829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/incredible-im-blogging-now-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114163869962524922</id><published>2006-03-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:51:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>incredible. i changed template again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's not because i have a lot of free time alright.&lt;br /&gt;humpf.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sick of the previous template.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm supposed to be studying for my &lt;b&gt;physics &lt;/b&gt;retest&lt;br /&gt;which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and the irony is i skipped physics remedial just now.&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;blame me not!&lt;br /&gt;nordin wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;i left with siwei and meizhen okay,&lt;br /&gt;so you should understand my plight.&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been reading some blogs.&lt;br /&gt;incredible how people can have blog wars for numerous days.&lt;br /&gt;remember myself quarreling with noven last time,&lt;br /&gt;by 2 hours, i forgot what i was supposed to quarrel about.&lt;br /&gt;wahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;it's not because i'm benevolent or something,&lt;br /&gt;i just have very bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;well, i want to have a say in their blog war!&lt;br /&gt;whaha. although i'm not involved that is.&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for chalet and having to pay,&lt;br /&gt;is it that unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't think it's worthwhile to pay?&lt;br /&gt;it's only 8bucks.&lt;br /&gt;actually, qlin, i wanted to add this :&lt;br /&gt;you people can pay bucks on purchasing branded goods,&lt;br /&gt;what's the kick of paying just 8bucks?&lt;br /&gt;think carefully, you're only paying bucks for the brand,&lt;br /&gt;not the quality or quantity you know.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;how silly your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't put that down because ... i don't know if they are rich.&lt;br /&gt;wahahs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please be reminded that she's having MENs.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know who the "she" i'm referring to,&lt;br /&gt;it's HUISHAN.&lt;br /&gt;erm, is that her name? hui something or shan something, that i'm pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;she's very LAME.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, the people who played PS2 with her,&lt;br /&gt;are as lame too.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all to it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;it always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, back to &lt;b&gt;me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is going to europe in a few hours' time.&lt;br /&gt;europe i think?&lt;br /&gt;definitely overseas.&lt;br /&gt;yeps, on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;i want a job like this, where i get to fly everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;br /&gt;so upsetting when i feel like i have no future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;bloops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students are enjoying their holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;bleiks.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm mugging.&lt;br /&gt;this is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm not wrong, my holidays is only a week.&lt;br /&gt;within that week i'm stamped and booked for three days.&lt;br /&gt;day one - cycling.&lt;br /&gt;day two - stoners outing.&lt;br /&gt;day three - i don't know, but i'm notified to be booked.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure there are extra classes and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;that's upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;sulks*&lt;br /&gt;tell me, WHAT IS HAPPENING to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard, my friend broke up with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;was shaken by the news though i reacted rather calmly.&lt;br /&gt;how fast things change.&lt;br /&gt;not only a person's personality,&lt;br /&gt;time changes people's emotions as well.&lt;br /&gt;if time will fade anyone's love for each other,&lt;br /&gt;then why should anyone fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;being attached is so tiring at times,&lt;br /&gt;then why is it so many people are still so desperate?&lt;br /&gt;why get into serious relationship when you know,&lt;br /&gt;that your feelings will fade for each other?&lt;br /&gt;promises, are not meant to be broken you know.&lt;br /&gt;but the way you people does things now,&lt;br /&gt;are just breaking every promises you make.&lt;br /&gt;declare bankruptcy on your reliability.&lt;br /&gt;yes, so do not trust anyone in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;am i outta point?&lt;br /&gt;argh, hack.&lt;br /&gt;i am like that, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be off now.&lt;br /&gt;ought to be doing physics or maths.&lt;br /&gt;haiks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114163869962524922?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114163869962524922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114163869962524922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114163869962524922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114163869962524922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114156215515103464</id><published>2006-03-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:35:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>answer me seriously, those who reads my blog,&lt;br /&gt;am i a girl who keep stuffs to myself?&lt;br /&gt;hey, answer me kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hate people staring at darling&lt;br /&gt;with those pervertic looks.&lt;br /&gt;they looked as though they're drooling already.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;so what if my darling loves to wear short skirts&lt;br /&gt;and tank tops or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;it's her choice.&lt;br /&gt;no one asked you to look,&lt;br /&gt;so so so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;hmpf. &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;btw, we took neos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006006mini.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="464" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006005mini.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006004.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006003.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006002.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/05032006001.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i have mug econs soon.&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford to fail the MCQ tmr.&lt;br /&gt;but .. i don't have the luck for MCQs!&lt;br /&gt;i'm bound to fail?!&lt;br /&gt;urgh -&lt;br /&gt;saadiah fishie suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i need to target for next common test alr.&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;i gave my promise to tang.&lt;br /&gt;i'm aiming for an A for maths,&lt;br /&gt;B for econs, C for physics and&lt;br /&gt;D7 for GP?&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's just targets.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure to get lower than that but,&lt;br /&gt;it's okay,at least i'm aiming.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114156215515103464?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114156215515103464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114156215515103464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114156215515103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114156215515103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/03/answer-me-seriously-those-who-reads-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114146320431084154</id><published>2006-03-04T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:06:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you made me &lt;strong&gt;cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saadiah suck.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i'm dumb and stupid,&lt;br /&gt;and was bad mouthing me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;until she found out my L1R5,&lt;br /&gt;she changed whatever she said.&lt;br /&gt;she say i'm intelligent, but i'm LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;that's all you need to say to make my mom start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. fine.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pass the next common test,&lt;br /&gt;with good grades.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get myself ear stud.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to get on with serious mugging.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm pretty sure darl will study with me.&lt;br /&gt;longyu too. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to join us ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at bishan today anw, doing some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;saw some church friends&lt;br /&gt;and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;i want to catch a nap, but i'm too busy to.&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't figured out how to dl shows from bitcomet.&lt;br /&gt;darling doesn't want to teach me. she suck.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114146320431084154?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114129607831461900</id><published>2006-03-02T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:47:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm a weak girl.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;i had bad stomachache,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i only went to school for SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is math lecture test.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to finish my ECONs workbook.&lt;br /&gt;my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to finish it?&lt;br /&gt;i could have used the time i spend on anime this morning&lt;br /&gt;to mug,&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldn't bring myself to mug.&lt;br /&gt;LOls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;art of mug&lt;/em&gt; is just too hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. thriller movie gets me on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;i got freaked out my pl and eugene.&lt;br /&gt;even more freaked out when that model dropped..&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we made a deal.&lt;br /&gt;we'll watch thriller movie before&lt;br /&gt;we take our A's next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, we didn't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;when we took back our chinese results.&lt;br /&gt;i've got A2 and distinction for oral.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my family wants me to retake.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;i&gt;yeah&lt;/i&gt;, for nuts sake.&lt;br /&gt;no way am i gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laksa at blk 19 was good.&lt;br /&gt;but ever since then, i have been having my stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i still go there and eat.&lt;br /&gt;bcos the food is nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, then,&lt;br /&gt;here igo off, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muggifiy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114113423667902766</id><published>2006-02-28T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:43:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i have &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; things to think about,&lt;br /&gt;rather than thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;negatives&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at least i know, &lt;u&gt;happiness&lt;/u&gt; is with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm updating often.&lt;br /&gt;=i want to be like others,&lt;br /&gt;as if updating their blogs will be much of  nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;hahaas.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm hardworking&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only done one question of maths.&lt;br /&gt;didn't touch econs nor physics, or GP.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay. today is a tough brain day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to help han buy his naruto comics.&lt;br /&gt;and realised, it's just the same as the anime.&lt;br /&gt;rather disappointing,&lt;br /&gt;i thought naruto would be learning new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;ooh well, nvm. haha&lt;br /&gt;i managed to check kingkong's PS2CD too.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's out of stock for Grandia II.&lt;br /&gt;didn't check out the rest though,&lt;br /&gt;cos i was feeling so embarrassed wearing uniform&lt;br /&gt;and entering such places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having bad bad asthma.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even keep my breath during the runs just now.&lt;br /&gt;my mom doesn't seem to want me&lt;br /&gt;to get permanent MC, well,&lt;br /&gt;then i shall just see how.&lt;br /&gt;if it's really bad, then i guess permanent MC would be &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. actually,&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep one hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and i recalled someone telling me,&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep unless 3hours had passed after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-_- 1hour can?&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114113423667902766?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114113423667902766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114113423667902766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114113423667902766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114113423667902766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-i-have-better-things-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114104655967257163</id><published>2006-02-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:28:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sisubstitute: a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, what's the difference between you and her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality&lt;br /&gt;- Barbara Grizzuti Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with people nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;toying with relationship is fine,&lt;br /&gt;but playing with someone's feelings is way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i believe in &lt;u&gt;retribution&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i've complete essay outlines for question 2.&lt;br /&gt;i'm prepared for econs lesson on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;but i haven't touched maths, physics or gp.&lt;br /&gt;and the ironic fact is, i'm having those lessons tmr.&lt;br /&gt;woohooo. my brain works in this funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my asthma haven't been getting better.&lt;br /&gt;recently, i'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;reason one, my mom is getting real high about me doing sports.&lt;br /&gt;preferably, &lt;b&gt;swimming&lt;/b&gt; which she thinks&lt;br /&gt;it's very beneficial to my weak lungs.&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was forced to swim every week.&lt;br /&gt;just so &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;reason two, i'm quite sick of not able to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;it is said to be 24hours a day, be who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;com'on. that statement comes with assumptions,&lt;br /&gt;that you're living life that's &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i'm not. well, &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; are not.&lt;br /&gt;reason three, i can't stand my friend.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just sick of having too many of such friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not oblige to accomodate and give in to all of you, you know.&lt;br /&gt;but still, you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm currently giving myself a break,&lt;br /&gt;after sometime, i believe, things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;reason four, i'm so worried about this sat.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;i&gt;meet-the-parents session&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. please, tell me more about it.&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i didn't do well.&lt;br /&gt;reason five, it's SPA this week.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't touch physics!&lt;br /&gt;reason six, i didn't get to meet my darling yao.&lt;br /&gt;= ' (&lt;br /&gt;we used to meet every week.&lt;br /&gt;but we were so busy.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to tell her. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;malicious&lt;/i&gt; gossips.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, reason seven could be&lt;br /&gt;everyone is &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; c o n d e m n i n g my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;=i'm keeping my fringe already and&lt;br /&gt;i stopped visiting the salons.&lt;br /&gt;h a p p y ? urgh. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i took pictures today upon request by wen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly011.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly012.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet ; me n wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pictures taken ytd after the swim at the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly009.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee shop eating ; mom, mrs wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly008.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look alike, don't they ; esther, my cousin n my sister, kailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly007.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two pony tails ; han, my cousin n me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly004.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c363/muogu_mei/silly005.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through singing ; me n jiaying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114104655967257163?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114104655967257163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114104655967257163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114104655967257163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114104655967257163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/02/sisubstitute-replacement.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114102871761444257</id><published>2006-02-27T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:25:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was i looking into my &lt;strong&gt;future &lt;/strong&gt;or just recollecting my &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;are those merely just my&lt;em&gt; dreams&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;nightmares&lt;/strong&gt; that haunts me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114102871761444257?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114102871761444257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114102871761444257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114102871761444257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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destination&lt;/em&gt; is peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my asthmatic cough actually sounds like&lt;br /&gt;dog's sniff to zen.&lt;br /&gt;how insulting.&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;over XXXX stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;really, it's so hard to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, guy's taste and preferences&lt;br /&gt;are really weird. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still being condemned over the cutting of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, fine fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to get back the new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;which is so b o r i n g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is also the condemning day.&lt;br /&gt;LOLs*&lt;br /&gt;longyu, =))&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it's just after that&lt;em&gt; snap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;yay! i know how to play&lt;br /&gt;wo zhen de shou shang le on the piano!&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't complete my essay.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't complete my MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done any tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;and i have yet tell my mom about&lt;br /&gt;the meet-the-parents' day,&lt;br /&gt;which falls on the coming saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooo deaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i need more time.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114087011965764099?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114087011965764099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114087011965764099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114087011965764099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114087011965764099'/><link 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endless?&lt;br /&gt;sadiah overloads us.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care, i'm still handing up my work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at my to-do-notes, and it's so damn long.&lt;br /&gt;many are date-due.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS*&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to rush all the homework&lt;br /&gt;by tonight or monday.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;strong&gt;updates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back my results.&lt;br /&gt;as bad as ever, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;F for Econs, E8 for GP, AO for physics&lt;br /&gt;D for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;at least, there's a re-test for physics.&lt;br /&gt;i better pass that.&lt;br /&gt;heard from my teacher, that we're getting back&lt;br /&gt;our MT results next friday.&lt;br /&gt;-phew-&lt;br /&gt;sum had retired.&lt;br /&gt;so even if i don't get an "A", i don't have to&lt;br /&gt;retake MT.&lt;br /&gt;-smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love huiwen. LOLS*&lt;br /&gt;she got me flower toy!&lt;br /&gt;overjoyed- because i'm sensitive to flowers.&lt;br /&gt;nono, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sensitive to pollen.&lt;br /&gt;mdm tang was so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;she got our class stuffs too even though&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we had a long day in school.&lt;br /&gt;after P.E,&lt;br /&gt;we were hanging around school,&lt;br /&gt;trying to blouder and all.&lt;br /&gt;i think nicx is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;her actions, her leg hanging around, omgod.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then scandal and me went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just visit my doctor recently.&lt;br /&gt;='( asthma attack again.&lt;br /&gt;is it the weather or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;eating all the medications now&lt;br /&gt;makes me shiver.&lt;br /&gt;i could actually get permanent MC,&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot to tell the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? argh, can't rememeber.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114077791082012370?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114077791082012370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114077791082012370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114077791082012370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114077791082012370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22945281.post-114077563327256644</id><published>2006-02-24T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:07:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;i know what you guys are gonna say,&lt;br /&gt;SALLY CHANGED YOUR BLOG AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;lols. yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;apologies for all inconvenience and irritation caused.&lt;br /&gt;because diary x is down,&lt;br /&gt;and it seems a bit hopeless now,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to use blogspot again.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have so many photos to put here!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS*&lt;br /&gt;and of course i have many things to say!&lt;br /&gt;hahha. i think i'll resume blogging later.&lt;br /&gt;after i go tag others about my new blog here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22945281-114077563327256644?l=iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/feeds/114077563327256644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22945281&amp;postID=114077563327256644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114077563327256644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22945281/posts/default/114077563327256644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-perfect-not.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-i-know-what-you-guys-are-gonna-say_24.html' title=''/><author><name>sallie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470189605655226804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
