<?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-3915248</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:57:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wassup babe</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/blobs.shtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maethos.info/~spacefem/negativeblob.gif" width="90" height="98" border="0" alt="Adopt your own useless blob!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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faith wenyi and part of it gin] had a convo online last night for three and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050903-234739.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. if you guys are wondering why this hasn't been moving its because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i went back to our lj account because its nicer there.. and if you want it just ask me&lt;br /&gt;- ZIT HAS NOT BEEN BLOGGING BECAUSE SHE HAS ABSOLUTELY NO LIFE AND EVERYDAY SHE MOANS, "I HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG!!"&lt;br /&gt;and even though she has four years of blogging experience, she never ever has the sense to COPY the entry before pressing "publish" so she always will send me a one liner sms saying, "MY ENTRY GOT DELETED!!!!" like as though its very surprising and it has never happened before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the amount of observations and experiments scientists conduct, they never really apply it to real life. &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;ok. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112582641253430712?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112582641253430712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112582641253430712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-tsai-faith-wenyi-and-part-of-it-gin.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112471776387176882</id><published>2005-08-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:43:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH.. mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW YET [EG: CC ETC] THIS BLOG IS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHARED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WHICH MEANS THERE IS THE NORMAL PERSON [ME] AND THE OTHER NUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that explains the pictures below.. if you all are traumatised by high-belted poofy-haired sec 1 rgs girls way back in history [especially if they're not properly dressed], don't scroll down. or visit the blog again in a month when the entry below mine is moved off the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today is quite normal.. nothing very exciting i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school in class was actually very fun with hanyi jean huahua shumin [and a bit of ramu glen joy]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you had to choose another person's life from class to have, which would you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'd want to have either pek's or huahua's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then hanyi and me the simple minded reached our decisions very fast!! and shumin analysed the whole thing and the whole class and their personalities and possessions and everything.. wow. hahaha simple question having so many dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all wondered who was really happy/content.&lt;br /&gt;and i know im not exactly content with mine at the moment.. but then again this can't be avoided all the time i guess.. since it's not the first time and it probably [although i hope not] won't be the last. it's something that's there to test me and to strengthen me like daryl says. so.. i just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;in any case, even though im not really happy with my life, i wouldnt want to change it either la. but i wish it was slightly more peaceful tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there was a BIT of gossip.. which quite a lot of people knew the gist of already.. and having to assure shumin after school.&lt;br /&gt;this proves my point about how the people you dislike are really those who are a lot like yourself. because you subconsciously see the traits you don't like about yourself in them and ok nvm.. i dont really know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway! its not a very big thing to worry about so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and math beckons. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112471776387176882?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112471776387176882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112471776387176882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112471563207046067</id><published>2005-08-22T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:02:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall type one entry for &lt;a href="http://www.giantbug.blogspot.com"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;. saves time.&lt;br /&gt;anw bessie came to sch with smthg really disgusting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;presenting our beautiful sec one selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start the ball rolling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LING naked. HAHAHAHAHHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one twelvers. lim hui ling max shumin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/max.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max. looking much cuter last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shumin shoving my hand towards her boobs. tmd this is madness why am i putting up pics of my disgusting sec one hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breejit babeh. during the qiu tian de tong hua craze. which i still cant understand. incest wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling. omg so cute. reuben says "looks like she took it this yr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/shit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the epitome of coolness. look at our belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there are a lot more pics but i'm too tired to scan it in.&lt;br /&gt;and gloria thinks that the cameraman has a crush on me. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of solitary pictures of me laughing and doing spastic stuff with v v v v disgusting hair.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not put them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw there are really fat pictures of yingsze but she stole them.&lt;br /&gt;the same way she confiscated my pri sch pics of her when i wanted to show them to ching. haha&lt;br /&gt;JIA JIA WILL YU COME ONLINE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;else how am i gg to pass yu pics of ah lau damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlotte tang yu better not pon your 3095734067597397th tuesday else i'll slap yu with a large trout.&lt;br /&gt;ah the good old sec 2 days when everybody loved baksai : D&lt;br /&gt;btw bessie can yu tell me who is ******************************** ***********&lt;br /&gt;how come i have no idea who was the first guy i was ever interested in.&lt;br /&gt;edit- bessie yu pangsai la! i where got so bad taste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112471563207046067?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112471563207046067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112471563207046067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-shall-type-one-entry-for-2-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112453011860699415</id><published>2005-08-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:29:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday daryl!!!&lt;br /&gt;hope you're having a great day and getting lots of presents and having lots of fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit cheer up.. stop being angsty laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;faith was in a blahblah mood yesterday too and i did something to her and at the end of the day she was v happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your turn will come on monday dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy days are for remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112453011860699415?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112453011860699415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112453011860699415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-daryl-hope-youre-having.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112438003570266579</id><published>2005-08-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:48:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY mister i know yu're reading this&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ok : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YU SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to cut a long blog short&lt;br /&gt;cos there's still school and clique dinner tmr.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. looking forward to raising the noise level of nydc by 39590468904860 decibels.&lt;br /&gt;plus my deborah heh.&lt;br /&gt;yay last trng!&lt;br /&gt;rachel and popeye are my new floorball idols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112438003570266579?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112438003570266579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112438003570266579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-mister-i-know-yure-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112437334326030181</id><published>2005-08-18T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:57:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for talking to me last night [you know who you are!]. things are better now and im feeling better too.. and i think if you weren't there for me to talk to i would have felt so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening and for the advice even though it was so late at night and especially in situations like these i know its hard for you to think of something to say but thank you for trying anyway.. because what i needed was someone to listen to me in that state.. and you did and it was really comforting cos i didn't feel so alone. and when you suggested praying i did and it helped and also i thanked God for making you my friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayy.. it's such a tiring day.. had a talk in the morning by ex-seniors and they were so happy with their lives and everything was going great for them! so high-flying.. and i feel so under-achieved.. oh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblah lects and pw which dragged for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the * "eh, hello."&lt;br /&gt;and it made me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch after school w class and hung around with zit.. haha got more and more cheered up towards the end of the day. especially trying to open the paint hoho.. zit next thursday can you try and jam your waterbottle cover then we'll all try to open it again but fail miserably haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then second highlight of the day: i went to class and there was RP rehearsal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- script was funny and the actors were promising. i was trying to read some lect notes but they were too dull in comparison.. so i gave up and watched RP which was very good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AND!! CHENGCHAI IS THE ULTIMATE DIRECTOR! he directs with a flair and he knows what he's doing.. he makes the script so natural and human, and me sitting at the back watching it all happen was almost surreal. there is this deep expertise within him and he tells his actors how to do and what to say. and he does it so tactfully and gently its so endearing. it was like a lit lesson on Othello in action, but this was me seeing it happen with CC envisioning everything happening on stage and relating it to his actors [and to me who was listening]. i'm thoroughly impressed.. =) yay for cc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meanwhile samjo did an artpiece for me with my whole name and his typical drawings in full colour. for some strange reason it also made my day.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really like my classmates =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112437334326030181?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112437334326030181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112437334326030181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you-for-talking-to-me-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112411702553993011</id><published>2005-08-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:51:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think sometimes i do like going home late at night on long cold train rides, alone. having the company of strangers who are immersed in the silence of their own worlds makes it almost obligatory for you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;so.. it's good thinking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odac had its highlights today.. [external ones espeically.. haha]. vera picked a fight with some idiot who tried to bully me and she got punched and her tooth dropped out. but the guy got sent to hospital. ok not really.. she is going to put braces so she extracted her tooth.. yeayea.. doenst hurt to make it more interesting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then alien twisted his ankle for the THIRD time becauses he refuses to listen to me and rest his foot! so today he appeared in the room with a tennis ball ankle and his face was totally screwed up in pain when some of them were treating his leg. so i decided to tell him jokes to distract him from his agony and i came up with two amazing jokes on the spot!! but then after that his face looked even more painful after that i thot i should just shutup &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after odac waited in the canteen very long with backseat ppl for ye's mama express. and vera, taoni, benny and i squeezed into the backseat.. eh not backseat gang for nothing ok! then crazy taoni and benny were tickling me and i couldn't do anything!! cos i was squashed by the two fatties and they were sitting slightly behind me so i was so helpless la.. and poor vera cannot smile properly now because the side of her mouth is quite swollen and i think it's going to start hurting. =/&lt;br /&gt;ok then vera and taoni got off at j8 and then benny and me dropped at ulu potong pasir mrt wherever that is. and he gave me directions to take in outram interchange and kept telling me not to get lost. but then.. haha when he left i promptly forgot everything. anw i hunted the whole mrt station for the "PASIR RIS" and finally found it after going up and down a few escalators.&lt;br /&gt;and while i was walking through the tunnel amidst the throng and i suddenly realised that it was about 8.30 and i hadn't told my parents anything about where i was going to be that day and the last place they'll expect me to be was in a tunnel at outram mrt station. and i just wondered if i disppeared there and then, nobody would know anything. and i wondered if anybody, excluding my family, would really &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt;. i mean i know it would affect people i know, but i wondered how much it would really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no im not suicidal or depressed, it was just a passing thought which made me realise how big the world is and how insignificant i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so began the long train ride home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a filled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunting for zits specs early in the morning, kapoeira, then break at S11, buying ice cream and storing it for the class. long lessons in between and class ice cream session after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112411702553993011?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112411702553993011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112411702553993011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-think-sometimes-i-do-like-going-home.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112398873928531402</id><published>2005-08-14T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:05:39.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is something reassuring in watching you walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and touching when you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way your voice became that little bit more gentle even in those everyday words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been good so far. but there's so much work to catch up on. oh sigh.. and can we move back to lj.. it's so much nicer there. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i'm pretty content with my life at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is going terribly wrong.. there will always be that element of stress but then in the big picture.. what's it going to matter? i think things are looking up for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh ok.. nothing much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112398873928531402?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112398873928531402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112398873928531402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-is-something-reassuring-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112395421148527530</id><published>2005-08-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:33:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 1 am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and well : )&lt;br /&gt;some things just cant be said on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i also dunno why i'm blogging if i'm not gg to say anything : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHRAH&lt;br /&gt;poor xinyu.&lt;br /&gt;yay pw sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so does daniel ong. yucks elly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw dantheman is nina's dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha wad a pangsai entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fnwbb, clique, and everybody else. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You Inspire Me To Be Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You Challenge Me For The Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let Me Help You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Take Off Your Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Untie You Shoestrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Take Off Your Cufflinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112395421148527530?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112395421148527530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112395421148527530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-1-am-in-morning-and-well-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112377074254296379</id><published>2005-08-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:32:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am growing : DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;yay eat more eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;einstein is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;theory of relativity.&lt;br /&gt;how come time flies when i'm talking on the phone/playing comp games/watching csi/shopping/doing a bloody hard paper,&lt;br /&gt;BUT it stops when we're doing sprint jog.&lt;br /&gt;for a pathetic 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmd. the hall clock is spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt move everytime we run pass it.&lt;br /&gt;actually the only thing keeping me from stopping halfway&lt;br /&gt;was the thought that i didnt want to waste my one ticket.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can give up next time when the physical gets tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damnit mr quah keeps chasing me for the funds.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO mrs poh and mrs huffy puffy can we make a decision soon pls.&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to hand in 30 bucks and then ****.&lt;br /&gt;its too ex for a farewell gift.&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope says &lt;i&gt; A big state of the union type talk seems rather intimidating but it doesnt have to be so. Just sit down with you-know-who and tell them what's in your heart. Things will be much better after wards. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big believer of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;but ITS A SIGN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pwn char at vrally car racing MUAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112377074254296379?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112377074254296379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112377074254296379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-growing-dddddddddddd-yay-eat-more.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112306912024004604</id><published>2005-08-03T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:38:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there yu go yu nehneh pok -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bloody stomach is taking so long to recover HTOSWTHOPWEHTIG&lt;br /&gt;its been almost a week IOHTWIOETHOEHITOHSTKLNLOWTNK&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have bessie/charissa's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;to be able to eat a hell lot of shit off the canteen table/floor/lecture hall/pple's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok /edit.&lt;br /&gt;#'*  bessiE                                                  AY. get a life la says:im sick AGAIn!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#'*  bessiE                                                  AY. get a life la says:damn pissed&lt;br /&gt;*mrpea [HDG]         -  what she told me says:how come?&lt;br /&gt;#'*  bessiE                                                  AY. get a life la says:i durno&lt;br /&gt;#'*  bessiE                                                  AY. get a life la says:i thikn i ate too many beard paps&lt;br /&gt;#'*  bessiE                                                  AY. get a life la says:papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ADMIT IT.&lt;br /&gt;which ones of yu nehnehs did this.&lt;br /&gt;bro: yu know today. in the canteen. i heard some rjc pple shouting at me. yall v spastic leh.&lt;br /&gt;me: wah lao oei your sister not in sch you also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;bro: then your frens v spastic. want come ri canteen and eat can dont anyhow shout pple's names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given a choice, he would have disowned me a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;the las time elly and i passed the ri canteen, i shouted his name.&lt;br /&gt;then we saw some guy running away.&lt;br /&gt;so much sibling love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay at home everyday and watch csi : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112306912024004604?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112306912024004604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112306912024004604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-yu-go-yu-nehneh-pok.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112269980251552052</id><published>2005-07-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T10:37:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[even the wrong words seem to rhyme]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi..&lt;br /&gt;not what i'd call a fantastic week but it's been ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit's sick with stomach flu and she feels like fainting every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i cured her yesterday. and after watching friends i was so tired alr at 11.30 and about to sleep then she called me.. and she sounded so pathetic and said she was going to die every few sentences and i had to keep touching my wooden cupboard. and so i gallantly gave up my sleep for her. then at 1.30 her phone batt ran out and i finally went to sleep. yea anyway she said she felt better so i guess it must be my magic healing powers. maybe it's my voice. WHICH IS NOT WHINY hello all u disgusting brudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week was pretty boring.. just the same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! we had a landmark achievement on thursday! for the first time since school started.. NOBODY SPILT ANY DRINKS ON THURSDAY BREAK!! wowee.. so for the first time in hist lect i was dry and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;oh actually.. i realised something.. i wasn't exactly dry and comfortable. faith wasn't either. yea?? but it had nothing to do with drink so nevermind. heheh right before math lect somemore.. so we spent the whole lecture thinking about the mysteries of the world. which are not appropriate to disclose here.. hey but they were quite profound man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday after school moortarbet was trying out ddr in 1b's classroom then some of us went over to see haha and they started playing.. quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050727-144007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050727-141806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday when we were painting odacia banner katsai was washing the hamster container so we put the hamster in a pail and it kept staring at me! i am now thoroughly convinced the hamster is in love with me. this is so weird. i wonder if its a guy. if its a girl hamster i'm going to be devastated.. does tt mean i look homo. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this is the hamster a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1tempd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was on thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050728-172506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!! do you see a pattern?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is slightly traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;actually no i'm crapping. it was very cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahbubani talk for rap yest and it was pretty good.. he's quite interesting and he likes provacative things.. not bad.. nice improvement from the very boring and almost useless dialogue session the day before. yup mahbubani was very good.. no reception tho. he had to rush off for some important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went secret recipe with faith [and ordered cheapo stuff] and saw vampire and watermelon there and found a new srb for zit. then we kind of went shopping haha.. and she finally got a new pouch to replace her transparent one so she wouldnt get robbed. and girl don't forget to remove the 50buck note frm the side of ur bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw tsai's old pencilcase in 37d and started fighting over who got to buy it because it was very nice and it reminded us of tsai and the weird things she did in 413. in the end cannot come to compromise so we hid the pencilcase behind the rest and hope very hard nobody will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i came home and walked through the park and thought it felt pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050729-193309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112269980251552052?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112269980251552052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112269980251552052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/even-wrong-words-seem-to-rhyme-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112230080731100263</id><published>2005-07-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:13:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is such a sick of life day and there is only ONE thing that got me really high for a few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;that was during PT when i was standing around and suddenly 9 walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;and i could only think of two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. remember to breathe remember to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112230080731100263?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112230080731100263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112230080731100263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-such-sick-of-life-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112217848414496361</id><published>2005-07-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T13:03:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love pakistan because it has wonderful mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love the vending machine outside odac room because it has my ahpek wintermelon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit just went offline to watch three hours of CSI. ohmyfreak how disgusting is that.&lt;br /&gt;i think i rather write essay.&lt;br /&gt;actually i should be writing my essay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start in twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello tsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go on movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have really bad training days that clashes with EVERYBODY's free days.&lt;br /&gt;so when you and wenyi and faith and zit all have trainings on tue and thurs&lt;br /&gt;and are free on mondays and wednesdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine simply &lt;b&gt;has&lt;/b&gt; to be the total opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this = me never being able to go out with you guys and worst still having to go home myself all alone after training/school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a horrible life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only day now i have in common is friday.. but then friday is ALWAYS koped by &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; thing. and so. elly is a sad girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howcome the stuff that leeying does seems like what i do also. does that mean i am MANLY?? ok i think she's pro-er than me in many of them..i.e. the cockroach. but i yell a lot also like daryl says, "you yell at everybody la!" and i laugh very loudly and stick my leg on chairs opposite in macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be bothered putting in the effort to cover my mouth and go heeheehee and sit daintily with both feet on the floor and not roll my eyes at some things people say and pretend everything is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just asked me what this book of harry potter was about. and i was thinking long and hard and i realised the Real story only starts in the last 100 pages when they talk about hocruxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite lame har?? but anyway i hope she finishes her last book quickly and not take so long to write its very irritating how she makes the whole world wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;wow what power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like pakistan mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050721-131219.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112217848414496361?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112217848414496361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112217848414496361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-pakistan-because-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112212893890301251</id><published>2005-07-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:28:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. i finished harry potter&lt;br /&gt;2. i've sorted something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and potter was so...&lt;br /&gt;heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like after reading 600 pages of it, i have nothing much to say about it, and nothing to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;i really like fawkes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent quite a considerable amount of time this week trying to run away from you. but they never really worked anyway. and i got quite confused about the whole thing and i had no idea what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;actually i knew what i wanted but i had no idea what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;i actually suddenly told kenny about it and he made things seem so much simplified. so now i know what to do and i made up my mind. i'm not not going to talk about it furthermore. subject closed. dont ask me because i dont want to have to remember and consider everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been eating so much one day my stomach will overstretch and my skin will crack and split and my guts will spill out and dissolve. i think all bio ppl reading this want to kill themselves. but it feels that way.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is i eat so much but i'm never full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is everybody depressed and lovesick. ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are smelly give up on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112212893890301251?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112212893890301251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112212893890301251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112204462981387748</id><published>2005-07-22T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:32:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never ever ever returning the mops again.&lt;br /&gt;9 pm + the toilet above lt1 + pitch dark + green glow from exit sign = FREAKING scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much a lousy week.&lt;br /&gt;other than little highs like popping over to secret recipe after sch.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. i'm jus as excited as charissa bout her new 2.0 megapix phone : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well other than that, sch was dang tiring.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt take it so i din go to sch today. luckily.&lt;br /&gt;charlotte called to complain bout how she had to climb over the back gate, get ling to go and get her harry potter book so she wont have to throw it over, get scratched by the gate, ALL for a maths tutorial, and some lame ass 10minute PW lesson.&lt;br /&gt;heehee. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, pw sucks.&lt;br /&gt;that nehneh turban cant teach for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;and theres so much work to do im like how bloody lag.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;so much work so little time.&lt;br /&gt;running out of steam.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun know if i made the right decision in joining back badminton.&lt;br /&gt;we're jus going in circles, discussing the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;bah. i want to have a resolution. !&lt;br /&gt;and in the meantime have to keep hiding from mr quah.&lt;br /&gt;tmd troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yrbook's out. 413 mafia : D&lt;br /&gt;good job nat and dee!&lt;br /&gt;heh juniors look really wierd in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;and i got a paper cut frm fighting for the yr book.&lt;br /&gt;stupid trier -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overandoveragain.blogspot.com"&gt;ling&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the troubles of gabbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i'm very manly it's time to be more shu nu and stop talking about shit during bio pract and talking about shit with my friends and talking about shit with my family and talking about shit while shitting. and den i must laugh at every single non-amusing stupid joke and i must laff whole heartedly and not just for politeness. and den when i laff i cannot open my mouth big big and laff i must cover it and say he he he. and i must stop trying to trip pple although i havent been doing that recently but i think it's very fun. and i must start walking with my knees and ankles stuck together so i will take small steps. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then i must constantly dig my eyes so that i will not haf any bak sai. and scream when i see a lizard instead of try to catch it. and i must scream and run when i see a cockroach instead of scream and run then run back to step on it. and i must look very very very disturbed and sad when anyone says any word that remotely refers to a sexual organ or a curse. for example when someone says cow. it is REMOTELY linked. very remotely. infact i can't seem to find the link but i'm looking disturbed anywae. then when my frens are not interested in what i haf to say and ask me to shuddup i must start crying instead of shouting at them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must speak quietly and not exceeding 50 decibels instead of speaking loudly and not going lower than 90 decibels. YAYY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first step to being a shunu begins as i flutter my eyelids innocently while brushing my teeth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yu want me to be happy to have a good future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to make yall happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yet we're jus stressing each other out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuck la isnt it ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112204462981387748?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112204462981387748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112204462981387748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-ever-ever-returning-mops-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112186747481236848</id><published>2005-07-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:07:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUCH A PERFECT DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS ALMOST NOTHING WRONG AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh i came home feeling so content and happy with life heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok chronological order again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had school which was very normal but half of gp was spent frozen and the other half at the back with faith and denise and searching for holes in faith's Very Big adidas jacket. then we were talking about really dumb stupid things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. let off early for break and then angie and me spent a lot of it gossiping with ninny who is up to a girl's level of gossiping ok.. quite impressive. anyway it was quite fun and then there was this moment i went crazy and started laughing at myself oh man i think i was very stupid. i should stop the whole laughing at things in my head thing. its dumb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. math then after school found zit and then the group of ahbengs including ninny and alien and their mad friends across the table were doing crazy things. and me and zit got into trouble!! uh oh. stupid ninny and his big mouth oh man. so anyway after getting shat on by a bird in odac on monday i put my elbow into lizard shit today. arrgh!! why so loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. then went to odac room where taoni and minah were and then i made friends with the hamster. it loves me very much now. it was posing for photos and then it fell asleep in my hand. oh man i almost died it was so cute. and then i was wondering if should go for pt cos my ankle is hurting everytime i put more pressure on it like when i run or hop ard or sth.. so i told minah i will sit there and take care of bags with her. then after spending a very long time playing with the hamster tsai called me to say they were waiting in the canteen!!! yes!! so i went back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was tsai and jingwen and wenyi then faith appeared! yayy!!! so we sit down and what do we do? hahaha gossip and talk again. haha.. so funny and then sat there for like a whole hour then decided that its quite dumb to go to macritchie to sit down and take care of bags and take a 1.5h buside home myself so called benny to beg him to lemme not go. then he and hulin so kind and they even brought my bag there for me yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenyi wanted to play the love game thing on tsai and these are the crazy code names they use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050720-145030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stayed in canteen and DID HOMEWORK!! we ALL did homework.. so good right? and at the same time talk so much crap and halfway nic msged tsai to tell her there was food in the amphi. then immediately jingwen faith and wenyi jumped up and ran over then they came back with 5 plates of food. and we finished it and realised we wanted more so wenyi and i went again and came back with 3 more plates.&lt;br /&gt;yes we're pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050720-174232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these shorts were below the table all the time and we only realised its significance later on. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to talk abt how loser zit is! ok i will&lt;br /&gt;so you see after she found out there was food in the amphi she went also and she was holding a cup of punch in her hand and she saw that her hair was very messy so she very intelligently used her hand that was holding her cup to preen her hair and what a surprise! who would expect the drink so spill on her?? -_- she's so dummmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this sounds so boring but it got me very high so anyway wenyi faith and i left at 5.30 then we went to j8 and walked around a bit. then faith and i had dinner at ya kun then i went happily home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!!!!!!!!! and when i got out of the mrt at tamp mrt i saw an rj couple buried in each other in the middle of the freaking control station. and i wanted to know who so i stood there staring for a while and it was so hard to tell because their faces were stuck together i think they were eating each other up and then i went to the toilet cos i was horribly urgent aft the tehping and soyabean then when i came out of the toilet they were still stuck in the same position!! i think they suffocated and died in that way maybe tmr morning assembly we gonna have two minutes of silence for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then my dad fetched me home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am feeling so happy with life now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050719-150524mod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i had to put this somewhere.. these are the gays in class who were fighting over a pink pen!!&lt;br /&gt;"it's mine la!"&lt;br /&gt;"no i bought it in the bookshop!"&lt;br /&gt;"no seriously its mine!!"&lt;br /&gt;and they were snatching it from each other. what can i sayyy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050719-164555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute!! seeing it makes me laugh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050718-130044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my pretty classroom when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to watch Ed or sth see yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112186747481236848?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112186747481236848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112186747481236848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-hello-hello-its-such-perfect-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112178412975807930</id><published>2005-07-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:49:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsai is disgusting lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsai. says:&lt;br /&gt;u have the new yrbk??&lt;br /&gt;elissa [where do you hide?] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i saw bessie's&lt;br /&gt;elissa [where do you hide?] says:&lt;br /&gt;yea its out&lt;br /&gt;elissa [where do you hide?] says:&lt;br /&gt;mrs bala v cute in the buckle page&lt;br /&gt;tsai. says:&lt;br /&gt;hows our class photo&lt;br /&gt;tsai. says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;elissa [where do you hide?] says:&lt;br /&gt;our class one nice&lt;br /&gt;tsai. says:&lt;br /&gt;did i look okay in the class photo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm getting the horrible have a lot to write but forgot everything syndrome.. that zit is plagued with too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like everyday i make mental note.. must write down! but then i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest had odac.. played netball then somebody banged into me then i kinda like twisted my ankle again oww.. and the thing is it keeps happening so i get v sick of resting it. so i think its going to be perpetually liddat.. cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher thinks im some bimbo larrr.. everytime she's around something will happen to me like the first time my toe bled, then second time got a splinter in my finger and then twisted my ankle. oh man so stupid.. and she keeps asking me if im ok!! &gt;.&lt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;sad life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came home early.. been doing that a lot past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a changed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nono.. but yea im a good girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i taped Ed..&lt;br /&gt;ok i am getting a bit sick of gushing about actors.. so i wont. to summarise everything: he's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a smile in the morning and i started remembering a lot of things. and even though i've forgotten about all these recently.. i guess i missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been good distractions too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the simpleness, and how the name is said right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. ok i am getting very very distracted by tsai and minah..&lt;br /&gt;who are talking rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw faith.. i liked the way you looked today. very cute! when i saw you in the morning i wanted to kidnap you and bring you around with me the whole day. can u do tt again tmr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea thursday probably will be another try not to be loser but become even more loser day again.&lt;br /&gt;k bye.. this entry sucks. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112178412975807930?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112178412975807930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112178412975807930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/tsai-is-disgusting-lar-tsai.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112160485893230052</id><published>2005-07-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:04:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>behold the &lt;a href="http://www.jianbrutha.blogspot.com/"&gt;hunkiest blogger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from rj somemore.&lt;br /&gt;feel damn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; have a &lt;b&gt;diffident DOTAer, quinessential quirk, lushious lipid, macabre MENSAn and secretive setter&lt;/b&gt; right in school.&lt;br /&gt;and wad does diffident mean.&lt;br /&gt;according to www.dictionary.com, theres no such word as lushious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe the gall of that guy.&lt;br /&gt;instead of um-chioing, he is being so blatantly **(#&amp;(%&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;-at a loss for words-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shall futily attempt to justify the extremely hunky heavy crown placed upon my head. A head that is on the contrary to 'hunks', full of synaptic brain matter and electrifying intelligence&lt;/b&gt; blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;which basically translate to i'm not too worried that ST is calling me a hunk. oh but what i'm worrying bout is that pple might think i'm a himbo. actually i have brains. a lot of it in fact.&lt;br /&gt;knn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsi.com.sg/english/undertones/view/20040322204818/1/.html"&gt;dont hate me cos i'm famous&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;chokes.&lt;br /&gt;of course not darling.&lt;br /&gt;we wont hate yu.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody said anything bout feeling sad for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea brutha. yu can either join the humanities programme.&lt;br /&gt;or stuff those emphatically unequivocally cheem words and esoteric theories up your ass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm q a bitchy entry.&lt;br /&gt;shit i think my period's coming.&lt;br /&gt;ok shall remove this entry if i feel guilty later on.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, cattiness breeds cattiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This led to some rather perplexing topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the attention whore who can't handle attention do?&lt;br /&gt;Can a jock be smart?&lt;br /&gt;Is cliquish inventing your own language?&lt;br /&gt;Does Bentay have a grossness aura? Or does he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of these cannot be answered resoundingly, and will have to be thought over very thoroughly. Not Qn 4 btw, that one's devastatingly simple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that so sweet of him.&lt;br /&gt;like that also can be hunkiest blogger.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get my bro to start blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112160485893230052?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112160485893230052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112160485893230052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/behold-hunkiest-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112143753860187626</id><published>2005-07-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:50:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do yu know this stupid girl sends me 2 word smses EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;that says &lt;b&gt; EH BLOG &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elly its not that i dun want to blog &lt;br /&gt;i have no time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i've got to go off soon. shall make this a quick entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happened in the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clique outing. for jia jia : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/CIMG1373.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love nina and ling even though i haven't really had a proper talk with yall for such a long time. even though we are in different classes now. even though my hair looks like pang sai in the pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/CIMG1374.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabbag! with bessie pek and max missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapteh rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.msky.org/pictures/ssa_booth/04-13/s_000413-1720-S49A4.4Z38_007.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but certain idiots like shawn chew's fren makes surveys funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/survey.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is this some sex hotline. someone try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/hotline2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first trng yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;somehow watching gloria fence reminds me of the old days. &lt;br /&gt;arms are sore from lobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/F-MMXDVu3aPjDxAci1t5m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl's cute style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while looking for that, i got distracted by these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/F-MMXDVu3aPjCBAci1t56.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute and the not so cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/cherylhairball.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragonball hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/heh.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio cheryl and rachel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt resist putting this in too heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/bowl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to prove that i've GOH-ed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/F-MMXDVu3aPzLxAi-FX50.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BREEJIT GOH my fellow big hair chio bu darling : )))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/10673799948256l.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seoul garden was fun! (even though i scalded myself damnit)&lt;br /&gt;i love yu baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg finish up this entry another day&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112143753860187626?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112143753860187626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112143753860187626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-yu-know-this-stupid-girl-sends-me-2.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112135070633514138</id><published>2005-07-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:49:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANT STAND IT&lt;br /&gt;ZIT KEEPS BLACKMAILING ME TO BLOG BUT THEN WHEN IT COMES TO HER TURN SHE TOTALLY REFUSES TO!!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SO IRRITATING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was going to be stubborn and let the blog be stagnant until she writes something but today was too interesting to let pass.. so fine i shall sacrifice my pride just for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had lessons blahblah and then break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel tan showed us her chem paper and we were stunned at how rebellious and paikia she is becoming this year and yes i know last week we agreed to be less loser today but when we saw the paper, faith mel tan and i started fighting over it because faith wanted to photocopy it, mel tan was paranoid and i wanted to take a picture. so during the intense war between faith and mel tan they knocked over a full cup of ice lemon tea and then my phone wallet file got wet and faiths stack of worksheets turned brown and our skirts got wet and the table had a big puddle.&lt;br /&gt;so much for trying to be cooler.&lt;br /&gt;OK OK BUT THERE WAS AN IMPROVEMENT. this time nobody screamed we just all simultaneously stared in horror. not screamed.&lt;br /&gt;but we noticed that we have misfortune with drinks at the table..&lt;br /&gt;so we decided that from now on NO DRINKS AT THE TABLE whoever wants to drink anything must buy drink and stand at the front of the canteen and finish up throw away cup then admitted to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while we were walking to the toilet looking wet and undignified who should we meet along the way but ****!! oh man. and when we came back to the table we found out that zit had been sitting there smiling spastically and waving to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finally confirmed who Disc was.. wenyi and her bad taste. -_-&lt;br /&gt;and tsai was complaining that zit likes to whip out her brown ahma specs and stare pervertedly at people walking past and when she described that i knew EXACTLY what she was talking about! because on tues zit and i were at mos beside the big window and then when a group of kids walked past and zit said, "oo.. small boys!" and she whipped out Brown Ahma Specs and started grinning cheekopek-ly at them. yucks zit is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after all the drama during break then go for lect and pw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! after sch ended class watched russel peters on vcd tt hanyi burned. haha tt guy is hilarious!! indians are too cool lar. and we all were laughing like mad shumin kept bursting out and eiler was literally rofl. -_- crazy la. hahaha and nash from the other side could hear the "be a man!" and he thought that eiler's laughter was shumin's HAHAHA!! and reeves met us after class on the way to the canteen and commented on the noise coming frm our class but he was very nice about it =) ahah quite cool&lt;br /&gt;so went macs to eat and then christine went home and joy gave me and eiler a lift to mrt so i reached home before 6 for dinner! yay! first one home somemore.. what an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i made a BIG SACRIFICE for tsai today&lt;br /&gt;right wenyi?&lt;br /&gt;wah tsai u must be happy understand. stop being grouchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and chad michael murray is hottttt.. sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY AND NOW I WILL GO BACK TO MY STUBBORN SELF WITH UNFAILING DETERMINATION! AND REFUSE TO BLOG UNTIL ZIT TYPES SOMETHING. so everybody go and bug zit to blog about her unhappening life which she spends watching kids in j8 and kids central cartoons and writing letters to her hc lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112135070633514138?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112135070633514138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112135070633514138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-stand-it-zit-keeps-blackmailing.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112116726008837015</id><published>2005-07-12T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:23:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050708-190839.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112116726008837015?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112116726008837015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112116726008837015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112074746078789211</id><published>2005-07-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:04:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color#FF0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovehatehero says:&lt;br /&gt;oh elly&lt;br /&gt;lovehatehero says:&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;lovehatehero says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy.. made me happier.. i was really so sick of life i wanted to scream right before this.&lt;br /&gt;wahh faith can read my mind. she suddenly just wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i strongly suspect she loves me only because of what happened during break today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- after math lect met jingwen and got reminded abt our thursdaydates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to canteen w faith found tsai and then found wenyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then jingwen came after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then there was yiwei diana mel tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and thus ensued our usual talk.. haha so fun to be w them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then zit had a star arrival and she showed us her newly purchased team equipment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1tempa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with dramatic effect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1tempb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ta-daaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1tempc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was her team equipment. then she said it was highly valuable&lt;br /&gt;us: Is it from China??&lt;br /&gt;zit: no! from hwachong!&lt;br /&gt;us: oh.. same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so tsai took one out and started playing w it and she passed it to me and then i chucked it up and then it dropped into wenyi's tehping and we all simultaneosly screamed in horror. and the entire freaking canteen turned to stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;wah piang. lose face. we spent the next minute cowering and hiding our faces. then jason ong who was half the canteen away told gohzhixian "i bet that was james."&lt;br /&gt;and then winfred and nic who were queuing up at some stall walked over and said, "did u just scream?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so next week we are changing location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then zit fished out the chapteh.. i think the chicken feathers were wet and sticky. then she contacted the team coach bessie to find out where the team was and bessie said to report at the training grounds [outside council room]. then zit left for training.. the rest of us tried to recover frm the trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar so anyway went for kwok lect after tt and spent the whole of it laughing and talking to pek hanyi samjo who were behind me.. esp since hanyi was feeling especially awake and he was kajioing shumin abt yc. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i still stay back aft school to do math tut okayy! for almost 2.5h.. then me and huahua went next door to watch hanyi and the crazy guys in 1b play dota. o_O&lt;br /&gt;i think ppl who play dota all no life lar.. its not even fun seriously.. like there's the v weird looking bear who hops around and then the gazillion soldiers who electrocute you. nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1tempd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the cutesy odac hamster..&lt;br /&gt;who was huddling in the corner and staring up at me.&lt;br /&gt;wah very cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112074746078789211?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112074746078789211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112074746078789211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/lovehatehero-says-oh-elly-lovehatehero.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112066171387666602</id><published>2005-07-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:55:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elly yu goondu nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;there its done. in beautiful red.&lt;br /&gt;i am really tired.&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112066171387666602?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112066171387666602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112066171387666602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/elly-yu-goondu-nehneh.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112066139812427441</id><published>2005-07-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:49:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make this quick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed a pattern and i cannot&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;believe that i am actually getting affected by it. in other terms -&gt; sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how weird is that? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm just hope this week passes quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway next time anybody wants to bet anything regarding zit.. consult me first. because every bet that i have made with her on things that SHE MAKES DECISIONS on.. i actually manage to win. -_- isnt she useless!!!&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;1. after PAE application i said she will want to stay in hc aft 3 mths and she insisted she woudlnt be emotionally attached to them so she will wanna come rj.&lt;br /&gt;2. and today aft sch she said she would go home and i bet she would end up going out w bessie and charissa...&lt;br /&gt;and im right!!! im good la. yes.. so. CONSULT ME! i help u win money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was quite a normal day..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much interesting other than our class photos were pink.&lt;br /&gt;and that i think reeves is very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was odac. where we did a lot of running.. and then haha stupid me keep procastinating cutting my toenails for a few weeks.. so halfway through running my toenail started cutting into the toe beside it.. so basically after the run the front part of my sock was bloody. haha so sick right.. and rebecca courageously treated my toe for me and do all her pro first aid stuff. haha so nice=)&lt;br /&gt;went home w benny and we saw a BIG GUY reading a book on the train with very big muscles and stupid benny kept egging me on to steal his waterbottle or peer over his shoulder and read the book also. -_- cannot la.. if got fight then the guy will end up in hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm losing my appetite. =(&lt;br /&gt;as in im still very hungry all the time like today during lecture my stomach was growling so loudly that angie and huahua stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;but then once i step into the canteen the hunger either subsides or i just dont feel like eating all the weird food they have.&lt;br /&gt;argghh.. but nevermind today after class lunch me and hanyi bought two boxes of kinder bueno frm ntuc. heehee and he stored in his locker so i'll just kope whenever im hungry now. yay&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i forgot abt the super fried rice and the porridge. ok ok and and my kaya toast. good i hope i remember tt tmr.. and i hope my stomach likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sigh. what a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a sick of life day it is too.. ok it came on and off laaa.... must say this if not dumdum benny will say i'm forever sick of life. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112066139812427441?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112066139812427441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112066139812427441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi_06.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112049312168796065</id><published>2005-07-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:11:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back frm Fish&amp;Co...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee i kept punning on the word just now..&lt;br /&gt;cos the guys were behaving suspiciously so i told trixia "wah they're being very Fishy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and then we were observing huahua's top and i said "hey he's a FISHerman in FISH&amp;amp;co!!"&lt;br /&gt;ha ha! So Smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my days are getting more and more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaerrrhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i met odac in the morning.. haha i like spending time w them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then chiong home to bathe and then rushed to cine.. where i tried to meet ye and zit to get my 100bucks back.. BUT THEY DIDNT COME. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway kbox was too ex and we being kiam ppl decided to do sth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah first time i try. hahah so lousy i dunno how to put my hand on the table or how to move the stick which is HORRIBLY LONG why do they need such a LONG STICK FOR?!!! its almost as tall as me. but then ninny is actually v pro at it [altho he said he dunno how to play?!! bluff one la] so me and sinni altho dunno how to play at all still can win cos we same team as him! haha! v cool. yea so today i learnt somethign new. not bad. AND THEY SHOULD REPAIR THE FREAKING TOILET DOORS LA WADDEHECK i locked it and was about to unzip and then THE DOOR ACTUALLY OPENED. and i screamed and i think the girl outside wanted to die. then my pee got retracted and i coudlnt pee anymore. so i gave up and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and as a matter of fact.. heehee im quite touched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;nerissaaa&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;u don't like the dogtag right&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no la i think its cool&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;my first ever dogtag&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;and not bad what.. officially initiated into brudderhood&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha u know right that day u and poon and ler1st go out&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha i know&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;then u said the dogtag not nice&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;then they very scared!&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah now i think abt it&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;elissa says:&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing&lt;br /&gt;white heart lane seafood platter! says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why they had to go buy tom cruise poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha yea im quite touched yay! cos after going to pee at fish&amp;amp;co then i went back to my seat and saw tom cruise sitting on it. WAHHH!! but he had a beard. haha yayy at least it wasnt brad pitt. shumin got him.. so poor thing. tom cruise TEN TIMES COOLER AND SHUAIER AND HANDSOMER. anyway i think i putting up in class so when i need to tune out i FINALLY HAVE A HOT GUY IN CLASS TO STARE AT!!!! hahaha my brudders so thoughtful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my head is suddenly spinning and i cant focus on the screen. how weird. ahaha and NO its not becuase of Tom.. he's downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navjote looked really miserable at dinner =/ so i went to play with his palmtop thing and then he taught me how to play air hockey on it which is VERY HARD even at level 1. wah make me feel so loser.. got trashed by the computer so many times. and he laughed at me so i hope he felt better. i feel like a sacrificial metal. die for the sake of others. SO GALLANT. and chengchai is v v cute! he saw claudia's pic and swooned. HA HA! then the photo got passed ard the whole class and i coudltn see the rest of the pics. esp the one tt i took w Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you read a person? its more of what the person wants to show you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you feel lost if you couldnt read someone? huahua says he does because it makes it hard for him to open up to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to think abt tt.. actually i do.. i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm... ok nvm dont know how to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i dont really try to pry into other ppl.. guess if they want to keep some things to themselves i wont try to understand it at all. and i guess tts what keeps me further off hm =/&lt;br /&gt;and i never really used to care abt this but huahua says it like reading everyone is &lt;em&gt;essential&lt;/em&gt; to him. and i wonder howcome i dont really bother.. i think its because i dont want ppl to read me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe i'll bug daryl for pics of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nononoo it does not. but sigh school sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112049312168796065?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112049312168796065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112049312168796065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112036335684018867</id><published>2005-07-03T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:25:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao my mouse is finally working again.&lt;br /&gt;after 3959826796 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;it was out of batt jus now&lt;br /&gt;and i had to do everything by alt+tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw xinyu showed me a &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its .&lt;br /&gt;see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/sooner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/skittle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/donuts.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/ticket.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/murdered.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/skywalker.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/married.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/bitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/007.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/400/idiot.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots more. go see. gogogo.&lt;br /&gt;elly one of them there -points up- is for yu : D&lt;br /&gt;but since this is a public blog i shant reveal which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw ytd was fun!&lt;br /&gt;haven eaten at the far east chicken rice shop ever since i left rg.&lt;br /&gt;and all the shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;shit my feet are so much bigger than elly.&lt;br /&gt;and elly got her belated bday present from wenny and faitho!&lt;br /&gt;dang cute idea.&lt;br /&gt;but yall should have gotten her a prata and kong bak pao.&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair. sorry to disappoint yall -.- not butch short.&lt;br /&gt;and my disgusting friends were crowding arnd trying to take pictures of me during the hair treatment thingy.&lt;br /&gt;cos i looked like an alien with that huge thingamajy.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after one whole day of shopping, i was waiting for my dad to pick me up at amk mrt&lt;br /&gt;and massaging my poor feet, poo jill smsed me &lt;em&gt;zit my god why did you cut your hair?! But you look rather good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like waddaheck (shit she saw me scratching my heel in public) and i started looking arnd frantically.&lt;br /&gt;and turns out she jus saw my photoshop pic.&lt;br /&gt;CHEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/cane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading the sunday times and i thought it really looked like badminton strokes.&lt;br /&gt;see right the first pic is backhand.&lt;br /&gt;(except no one holds the racket in such a gu niang way la)&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of the first row is lobbing/smashing.&lt;br /&gt;yu can see him raising his left hand for balance then he pulls back his arm for a full swing.&lt;br /&gt;and in the last photo he even has follow-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then second row is tapping.&lt;br /&gt;see yu cant have too much arm movement, else it'll be too slow.&lt;br /&gt;so he jus uses his wrist power. snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of bmt, lin dan's knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. rachel and charissa must be moping like mad.&lt;br /&gt;qt surprised. seriously he's practically undefeatable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe offday. nvm he's a chao ah beng! din watch aviva cos too busy.&lt;br /&gt;but anw go taufik! and sigit b and candra wijaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg queensway with bessie and charissa.&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm gg to be super late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112036335684018867?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112036335684018867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112036335684018867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/wah-lao-my-mouse-is-finally-working.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112036787800837093</id><published>2005-07-03T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:10:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY I WAS N A TERRIBLE MOOD WHEN I REACHED HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS COMPLAINING TO SOME PEOPLE ONLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM VERY THANKFUL TO THESE PPL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECUASE THEY MADE ME FEEL MUCH BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZITGERALDHUAHUABENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee sneak peek at our nicks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faith:&lt;/strong&gt; miss boey &gt; miss tan &gt; miss thian &gt; miss james &gt; miss tsai &gt; miss wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat:&lt;/strong&gt; miss tan &gt; miss boey &gt; miss thian &gt; miss james &gt; miss tsai &gt; miss wang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenyi: &lt;/strong&gt;miss thian &gt; miss boey &gt; miss tan &gt; miss tsai &gt; miss james &gt; miss wang says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mine: &lt;/strong&gt;elissa [miss james &gt; miss tsai &gt; miss tan &gt; miss boey &gt; miss thian &gt; miss wang] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zit: &lt;/strong&gt;ms wang&gt;mstan&gt;msboey*mrpea [HDG] - jdkd says:&lt;br /&gt;buggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheeheee!!!!! what a coincidence! miss wang looks like she's always the last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. and now for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy! supposed to meet zit only but in the end when faith and wenyi found out that zit had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200 DOLLAR TANGS VOUCHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; they came hurrying to find us too.. hahahah so we were one happy bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at man u chicken rice shop then we went to cut zits hair at francis and jean.. and francis [or his father maybe] was very nice to the three of us who didnt go to cut hair but went in because we wanted to see zit in her alien glory.. he let us have nice chairs and served all of us tea!! wahh feel so high class sit down and sip tea and gossip. the only thing not high class abt us is that we laugh v loud and then zit who was quite far away and getting her hair washed could hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my present from wenyi and faith who gave me the stuff in separate bags. and i didnt understand what they meant. until i saw the price tags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1yest3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wah.. from the lands of my ancestors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/temp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is zit treating her hair!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1YEST.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1yest2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha her heads on fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1temp4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after the cut whoo so pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1TEMPZIT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the four of us went to daryl's frying fox to give him moral support. then he showed us a video of this little four year old kid who was climbing the rockwall! so cute!! then daryl the bugger kept bugging me to do it. but i too chicken.. skarly the string kiap when i'm halfway across then i fall down and die. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a few thousand rj ppl.. wahh.. and i met my batchmates there!!! yay so happy to see them.. onkie amanda amy dee. =) its not so much talking to them or being around.. i guess just seeing them kinda brings a lot of memories back. just something special we shared years ago and its something that binds us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then faith left w daryl and friend.. wenyi went home and i was left w zit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1yest5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we took this photo a million times because stupid zit kept looking at my phone screen and not at the mirror. and she kept wrecking the photos. and before this perfect one i was yelling 'LOOK AT THE MIRROR. THE MIRROR YOU IDIOT". and she finally did. yay! but we v lose face.. so many ppl walk past think we crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so zit bought a top and i expressed my negative feelings for fcuk cos its an AA poser brand and i hate the way it puns on the word. but then i discovered this nice pants frm there and i tried it on and kinda fell in love. the only thing stopping me frm buying was the price. sigh.. im a good girl la.. save parents money. haha but sometimes just for a while i wish i was filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so we went home quite late without dinner cos we werent hungry the whole time and we forgot about being high class so as usual we sat down on the mrt floor waiting for the trains. zit we're 17 must grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1yest6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and felt depressed and talked to ppl who made me happier in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you for not making it so hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is such a cool day. wah im v happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK DONE!!! FINISH BLOGGING ZIT UR TURN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112036787800837093?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112036787800837093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112036787800837093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-hello-hello-yesterday-i-was-n.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112027435395092871</id><published>2005-07-02T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:27:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was rocking rocking rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/collage2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cts i was walking out with charlotte daniel and anyi.&lt;br /&gt;then char saw this girl from afar across the road, &lt;br /&gt;yu know the one beside the sports hall.)&lt;br /&gt;she screamed and ran with the girl to hide behind a car. &lt;br /&gt;i was like ??! &lt;br /&gt;thought it was one of char's og mates.&lt;br /&gt;then anyi said eh i think its your friend.&lt;br /&gt;so i went over to the car and tried to peep over the bonnet.&lt;br /&gt;so in case if it was charlotte's og mate i wont be discovered and mahluated so i can still walk back and slap anyi.&lt;br /&gt;and it was GLORIA ONG JIA JIA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and we started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;by then, wendy and ling were also behind me and we all started screaming and hugging and in the confusion, gloria bumped my head with her head.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. same old jia jia.&lt;br /&gt;she hasnt changed at all.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we brought her round to see the rest of the clique. &lt;br /&gt;hoho reactions ranged from the emo (nina cried) to the ultimate calmness ( breejit said hi to gloria and refused to hug gloria cos of sweaty palms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/collage3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to marche to eat.&lt;br /&gt;haven had a clique outing in 84967976937 yrs cos its crazily hard to get everybody together with such a big clique.&lt;br /&gt;big clique big inertia.&lt;br /&gt;we took like 1 hr to move from rj to bishan mrt.&lt;br /&gt;with max and wendy pausing to oogle at the swimming guys at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;then at the mrt station, half of the clique went down the escalator, the other half went down the other side. &lt;br /&gt;and we waited for each other. &lt;br /&gt;and waited.&lt;br /&gt;and waited.&lt;br /&gt;(to sidetrack a bit: we saw 1/2 of the fuhua fatties at the mrt omgg gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw to cut a long story short,we arrived in marche. finally. &lt;br /&gt;with all of gabbag there. &lt;br /&gt;wendy bessie max gloria nina breejit pek ching char and ling : ))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;and we were making a hell lot of noise there &lt;br /&gt;cos everybody was talking at the same time and then yu have to talk slightly louder to get urself heard. &lt;br /&gt;so basically everybody jus talks louder and louder and louder until we're all shouting at the top of our lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clique outing always damn tiring. &lt;br /&gt;from all the laughing and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;my throat is damn sore now.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we had a rule where yu must raise ur hand to talk. &lt;br /&gt;which din work.&lt;br /&gt;cos everybody jus put up their hands and started shouting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everythings the same again.&lt;br /&gt;nobody changed : D (except jia jia's boobs got bigger)&lt;br /&gt;whoever said change is the only constant!&lt;br /&gt;freaking freaking high yest even tho i din drink at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok gtg meet elly later. cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WELCOME BACK MY SEXEH BABEH &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/collage1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya la i know my collages v noob la. but its the effort that counts : D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112027435395092871?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112027435395092871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112027435395092871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-was-rocking-rocking-rocking.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112022886950283215</id><published>2005-07-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:41:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to rgs today [+ jean +daryl +yeeler]  to collect result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met mrs bala and i was so happy to see her i think i could've died. she made my day and she's still so funny i love her so much. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sch staff still remember me! yay! i like the feeling of having someone who's not supposed to remember me, remember me. =) its very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the prefects room and i miss it so much. it felt just the same as always whenever i stepped in and my sweet juniors were all "hi elly!!!" i miss it a lot. oh man just slacking on the pillows and bean bags and falling asleep after school in the lazy afternoons and ignoring the homework in my schoolbag. the tunnel was in a HUGE MESS! like always =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched war of the worlds with class.. was quite scary at some parts la.. effects were good. but the ending was very -_- but two hours of tom cruise was worth all the money. i love tom cruise he's so cool [even when he's crying(!!) ] and im kinda jealous of the little girl now cos he was holding her so tightly and he told her "don't worry i love you". wahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i miss angie.&lt;br /&gt;actually i feel so bad.. i really really like my class i really do i think all the people are very nice. but im just more used to being around 413 ppl. different feeling la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im home. with absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i sound totally dead. haha daryl asked if i was ok and he said he was "very scared". ahha so funny.. i asked why and he said "oh. because you're quiet." -_- I CANNOT BE QUIET MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are so confusing. its like you know for SURE about something. like you're totally sure about it. but then when it happens its like.. =/ and i dont know what to do la ok. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;something daryl said on the way home really got me thinking. and uh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class should really pick more fun stuff to do!! cannot centre our whole lives ard bishan.. thats stinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm biting on my ulcer on my lower lip. ITS SO IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am so sick of life.&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/3915248-112022886950283215?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112022886950283215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112022886950283215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112012726582074305</id><published>2005-06-30T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:30:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE A SORE THROAT RAWRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. tmr tmr.&lt;br /&gt;can finally shop without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cts are dead.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL REAALLY STUDY HARD NEXT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte started studying bio 3 days before wed.&lt;br /&gt;basically she watches those chinese variety shows and&lt;br /&gt;comes to sch to tell us bout the cabbage joke and xing fo.&lt;br /&gt;(hahahah they're really funny. elly i will tell yu one day.)&lt;br /&gt;and daniel fell asleep during maths and bio paper.&lt;br /&gt;i think our bio tutor prepared for that.&lt;br /&gt;she gave him 2 sweets.&lt;br /&gt;then he wrote 4 lines for our 20 marks essay question.&lt;br /&gt;these are the 2 pple i talk most to in class.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my dad doesnt faint when he sees my grades.&lt;br /&gt;this comes in aftermath of my cous. urgh : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is such a bs entry but i am damn distracted by stupid bessie.&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;i bet its really nothing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyu good luck tmr : D&lt;br /&gt;dun stress and think bout my treat.&lt;br /&gt;one minute!&lt;br /&gt;tmd. while i am slogging out my chem paper.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112012726582074305?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112012726582074305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112012726582074305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-sore-throat-rawrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-112004433623529977</id><published>2005-06-29T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:42:38.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok cannot tahan.. must say some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. everyday i lose even more studying steam. today its almost zero. and on the mrt back on the way home we actually saw the people who were out from bio whose paper ended 6 hours later. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. very importantly: i can hear daniel ong EVERYDAY now!!!! because! he's from 5 to 8!! i'm so happy =) and he plays the wonderfullest songs. i'm really feeling v happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i cannot study with people around! next time.. i am GOING home. even if its all by myself =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what should i do on friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. and on saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i wonder what class outing is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i have a bad habit of forgetting the people who mean more to me. i've been noticing that and wondering why.. maybe i take them for granted.. or maybe sometimes i'm scared they'll know how important they are. or something. im not sure.. so i end up shoving them away or staying away just so it seems normal. sigh. ok i must do what zit decided and be nice to everybody i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;appearance vs reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. no. that was not about othello -_- i'm not so mugger la. actually i think it'd be nice if i had the drive to be mugger when i need to be. zit once a week starting next week stay back and mug. and whoever starts talking about irrelevant stuff - fine $10 to the ZitandElly Study Fund. then we use the money to buy textbooks, guidebooks, photocopying cards, a few encyclopedias and good literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i doubt i'll study after this even. i'm waiting for Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-112004433623529977?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112004433623529977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/112004433623529977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-cannot-tahan.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111963573663225453</id><published>2005-06-25T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:02:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSAI!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE SAYING ANYTHING! I WOULD LIKE TO DECLARE THAT I STILL REMEMBER WHAT THAT [REFERS TO ZIT'S ENTRY W THE NOTEBOOK PIC] IS ABOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i remember.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm i'm not saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tsai is one of the most interesting people i have met in my life. she sleeps a lot in class and therefore has a computer in D446 [correct?] named after her by mrs bala. she has terrible taste but because of that, wenyi faith and i think that no guy would ever manage to screw her life therefore we're really happy for her. i think the best thing of all is that i can talk to her about anything and she always knows what to say. i love tsai =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1TSAIME.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now was on the phone with zit. and after that i was just sitting there looking at my notes and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and i came to the conclusion that i am a really &lt;em&gt;strange&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm wired really differently from normal people and for some reason [thankfully] i am still able to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;but then sometimes i find i don't know how to say what i really think or rather i realise people just don't understand me. because i'm too weird!&lt;br /&gt;and i think this is really why i'll never get married because nobody would be able to live with me and deal with the person i am for a whole lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;and then i was thinking hey thats not so bad.. because we do have plans for our s*****r club. then i realised that my poor friends have to deal with it too!&lt;br /&gt;anyway since they're not weird they'll prob get married and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. i think i'm still going to be the sole person left in the club.. what am i going to do??&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;everybody else is strange too&lt;br /&gt;just differently from me.&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i think i sound psychotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so scary when you get a glimpse through the covers and then you realise it's been there all along. you know it's good to face it but then maybe if you wake up tomorrow the sunlight will blind you and all is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and faith.. yes two more days. actually its less than that now. 46hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah but i met up w my pw grp today- jean joy ramu&lt;br /&gt;to find out they're also not very prepared.&lt;br /&gt;and i know its bad but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's making me lose steam!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steam which only started this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kinda went on and off the whole time anyway thanks to zit being a co-slacker.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i write my tribute to zit now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she moped that i didnt write one in my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i did it in my head before typing it. and it was really a lot of things.. but then i thot it'll look really lopsided if i wrote one-liners for the rest and then u suddenly get a whole paragraph. doesnt fit into context. haha so it kinda stayed in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok zit happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm here's a bit.. three points cos i need to slp:&lt;br /&gt;- you're like a backup copy of all the things i've done in the past two years because you were mostly there all those times and for those you werent i would tell you all about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[but then again ur memory sucks so it's useless -_-]&lt;br /&gt;- thanks for tolerating my weirdness, my mood swings and all the horrible things i do to you&lt;br /&gt;- i think you're crazy, you have bad hair, lousy willpower, you're &lt;em&gt;crooked, etc etc etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you're a friend through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee what a weird entry. ok i think i'll prob delete everything other than the first part soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111963573663225453?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111963573663225453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111963573663225453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-tsai-3-before-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111958856787509803</id><published>2005-06-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:05:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/1600/xmen_evo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/320/xmen_evo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmen evo rocks rocks rocks. &lt;br /&gt;damn i hope the show continues after hols. &lt;br /&gt;how the hell do they defeat apocalypse. hes like freaking powerful.&lt;br /&gt;cant watch cartoons when sch starts.&lt;br /&gt;i spent more time watchign cartoons than doing anything else during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY : )))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;1130 xmen evolution. &lt;br /&gt;1230 justice league&lt;br /&gt;100 sabrina the teenage witch&lt;br /&gt;130 men in black&lt;br /&gt;530 spongebob square pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay phew they wrapped up the WWII episode today.&lt;br /&gt;i cant go into my cts not knowing how they won hitler number 2.&lt;br /&gt;but ending was kinda disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/1600/Justice%20League.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/320/Justice%20League.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun understand why rachel prefers justice league.&lt;br /&gt;they're so nooby compared to xmen.&lt;br /&gt;see green lantern only has his ring.&lt;br /&gt;then last episode the ring ran out of juice (which was basically battery) and he was just like any normal human. &lt;br /&gt;wonderwoman is a weaker versh of superman.&lt;br /&gt;all strength and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;hulk girl has her weapon thing plus ..&lt;font color="white"&gt;shes a traitor!&lt;/font&gt; dont highlight if yu dont want any spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;batman has no powers but damn cool gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;to sum things up, he's a rich brat. &lt;br /&gt;flash is not bad but they dont feature much on him. &lt;br /&gt;martian manhunter is the best. &lt;br /&gt;he is DAMN PRO! has a combination of kitty and mystique's powers.&lt;br /&gt;but they're led by this guy with questionable dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;so it cancels out everything.&lt;br /&gt;superman: ENOUGH OF THE UNDERWEAR JOKES HOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmen evolution rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faitho and i are exchanging gay blog links.&lt;br /&gt;hahhahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah munna eat choo!1!11" says:&lt;br /&gt;-dies we have 48 hrs left&lt;br /&gt;"ah munna eat choo!1!11" says:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SO MANY MORE TOPICS TO GO&lt;br /&gt;"ah munna eat choo!1!11" says:&lt;br /&gt;can you give my eulogy at my funeral&lt;br /&gt;"ah munna eat choo!1!11" says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh&lt;br /&gt;*mrpea [HDG]             - says:&lt;br /&gt;: ((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;*mrpea [HDG]             - says:&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;*mrpea [HDG]             - says:&lt;br /&gt;i write yu one&lt;br /&gt;"ah munna eat choo!1!11" says:&lt;br /&gt;make it rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised.&lt;br /&gt;roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;faitho wants to eatchoo,&lt;br /&gt;i love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. wad a sucky attempt. esp for hcpcvc.&lt;br /&gt;faith sucks faith fucks.&lt;br /&gt;faith has no eulogy today shucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- another day babe.&lt;br /&gt;its not because i have no dedication,&lt;br /&gt;but today, i really have no inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;despite your sexual orientation,&lt;br /&gt;i know what you feel for me is pure adoration.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is filled with chemistry's oxidation,&lt;br /&gt;maths' permutations and physics' acceleration,&lt;br /&gt;but fear not before my birthday celebration,&lt;br /&gt;your eulogy will be done without much procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/9fb8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSAI! (rmb this pic with cihan at labrador park after picking rubbish) &lt;br /&gt;even though you are an idiotic girl who used to distract diana during class, and a neurotic lab partner who kept cleaning our lab bench when i havent even finished my experiments, i still love ya. Enjoy a sexeh 17 woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look what i found the other day -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4041/119/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are yu going to tell me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111958856787509803?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111958856787509803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111958856787509803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/xmen-evo-rocks-rocks-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111951697360949695</id><published>2005-06-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:07:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are those times when you know you shouldn't, and you can't explain why but there's this strange way you get affected simply watching the back of someone walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i originally had planned to talk about the people i know but i think its too much and a lot of them are just feelings anyway, and putting feelings into words is like putting music down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next best thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/classsparklertemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/mel1temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/pitcamp039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/PA140510editzitdeetemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/PA150533edit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/PA150518editfaithmetemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/PA140503roomtemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/YC2onkieflowertemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/413hoodstemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/tdaymrsnaidu.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/P1010144edit1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/classroomscenetemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/PA150514edit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050224-1924011temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050114-1043481temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050106-1904091temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/1gerrytemp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050516-1542231temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050517-1504501temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050518-103431a1temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/img050516-1041371temp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/class1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/backseat1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/ellycake2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/jameselissa/ellycake4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took so long..&lt;br /&gt;hard time deciding which to put.&lt;br /&gt;*413: for the best two years of my life&lt;br /&gt;fwah for true spirit&lt;br /&gt;gerry: being everything a friend should be&lt;br /&gt;brownez: =)&lt;br /&gt;my og! clarissa for all the talking and the two ahbengs for making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;1A: everyday fun&lt;br /&gt;odac which gets me so highhhh&lt;br /&gt;and thursdaydategang for being there through all the ups and downs in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayy. and now.&lt;br /&gt;must mug. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111951697360949695?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111951697360949695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111951697360949695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-are-those-times-when-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111944683116188886</id><published>2005-06-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:55:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIT IS BEING A TOTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP IN THE EXCRETORY ORGAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE KEEPS BLACKMAILING ME TO ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU WHO SHE WAS MAD ABOUT FOR FOUR YEARS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FKEJGH#%*(&amp;(#%&amp;QKASOFOATHIOEHTAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REARRANGE THE LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CANT GET IT AFTER THREE TRIES COME TO ME I'LL TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN SHE JUST DELETED THIS ENTRY. AND I WASTED 10SECS OF MY LIFE TYPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE THINKS IM SO DUMB NEVER COPY BEFOREHAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I REPASTE! HAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yay! she's not blackmailing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 8.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heard daniel ong on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was the happiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got out of bed at 9.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and drink milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i read newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and found out that foxtrot repeated their cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ate apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ate pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and drink green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ate pineapple tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then zit called and i complain abt being failure guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i eat apple and the funny sweet red fruit [NO ITS NOT APPLE -_- its sth else].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did math again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like dying so i come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after this i think i will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah!!!! you all cannot guess right!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually.. i think i do so much math also no use. cos i keep peeking at answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why my class so smart??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be like gerald slack whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr my mum making me wake up early to make sure my brother leaves the house on time so he wont be late for his oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got dan ong for company ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have a lot to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i really want to write.. take a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so WAIT UNTIL CTS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ZIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111944683116188886?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111944683116188886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111944683116188886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/zit-is-being-total-gap-in-excretory_22.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111942535789379281</id><published>2005-06-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:48:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i guess i have an announcement to make : D&lt;br /&gt;-snigger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i din want yall to find out so early.&lt;br /&gt;as in wait till sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT pple keep asking to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;NOT for the sake of the pleasure of my company -.-&lt;br /&gt;BUT to see my new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee -snigger-&lt;br /&gt;OKOK ANNOUNCEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 &lt;strong&gt;i din cut my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenyi adobed it.&lt;br /&gt;damn pro rite eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i got exposed by breejit on her &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/c_ookieman/7220.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;where she also talked bout gabbag.&lt;br /&gt;breejit i really love you : )&lt;br /&gt;if i was a guy i would pao4 yu till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;and after the end of time, i will go and jio alison lohman. and then tanya from first mums. and then the hc mavis.&lt;br /&gt;so many girls so little time.&lt;br /&gt;OK CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt;vice pres of gabbag mus come back from LA and see that founder is as straight as nina.&lt;br /&gt;and max. ok max not so straight. still got claire ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat's licking my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;cant decide if shes being cute.&lt;br /&gt;or that i have food on my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;btw yall must be wondering whats the cool thing elly was going to blow yall away with.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating biscuit when she sent me the first thing.&lt;br /&gt;laughed so hard i choked on the thing.&lt;br /&gt;-snort snort-&lt;br /&gt;ok its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;just that all the guys/butch's faces too different.&lt;br /&gt;they not chio la.&lt;br /&gt;anw i shall leave it to elly's discretion.&lt;br /&gt;she'll show yall if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for spongebob squarepants!&lt;br /&gt;its freaking funny now i understand why charmaine loves it so much : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111942535789379281?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111942535789379281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111942535789379281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-i-guess-i-have-announcement-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111937481545014863</id><published>2005-06-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:26:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BATMAN IS HOTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to blow u all off with something very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what wenyi did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A FAILURE GUY. BOOHOO THIS SUCKS WHY IS THE WORLD SO UNFAIR. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i cannot tahan anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must now talk about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BATMAN!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH HE'S SO COOL! and i like his cape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his outside-ugly-inside-funky car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all... HE'S A BILLIONAIRE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bester of all... he got hot bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think he's very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. i dunno whats so cool abt him la. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he looks like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i like the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like the two old guys who are so nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gondo and sth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its gordon and.... cant rmb who la.. the nice old black guy who makes superpower cars and body armour and poison antidotes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! my crazy class is having a mass convo NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;at 1.22am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know abt what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to break up some couple and allow ramu to get the girl's number and have her for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the Battle Plan i proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ramu find out when they go out, where they go, what they eat, what they do and what he wears. then we wait around and then AMBUSH HIM AND WE FEED HIM DOG FOOD. meanwhile you swoop in and sweep her off her feet and treat her to aunt annie's CINNAMON SUGAR PRETZELS. AND THEN WHEN HE CHOKES AND DIES OF DOG FOOD, ramu gets married to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc and huahua say i am very vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its only cos they're not mengnan enough to fight for their love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want batman two!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a failure guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111937481545014863?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111937481545014863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111937481545014863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/batman-is-hottttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111928034985797838</id><published>2005-06-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:22:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elly yu goondunehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helllooo babes.&lt;br /&gt;our old blog is back on up!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to wenyi and faith for helping us thru lj but blogger seems better.&lt;br /&gt;plus our 300+ entries are there.&lt;br /&gt;we will still blog on the funnunswithbigbuns lj tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i've got a new hair cut hoho.&lt;br /&gt;stop freaking out my dear -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:YOU SUCK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:SEE LA U TURNING BUTCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:DID U DAD FREAK OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:can yu stop shouting yu asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:I SHOULD CALL HIM ONE DAY AND HAVE A NICE CHAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;elissa [still, You hear me when I'm calling] says:HE SAVED IN MY PHONE UNDER 'ZIT DAD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. SAY HI TO ZITS NEW HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/newhair5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say this looks like bessie's THE bastard.&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/newhair6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far reactions are better than i expected. (hahahah wenyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother: OH MY FUCKING GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#'* bessiE of tennis baksais and mr pros says:OMG ZIT WHAT POSSESSED YU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#'* bessiE of tennis baksais and mr pros says:eh send more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#'* bessiE of tennis baksais and mr pros says:im in awe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:wad did u tell the hairdresser to cut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:anw y so straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:u went to rebonda gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:wax wad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:had to use a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:haha looks not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:can spike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:i look so different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:shit ur fringe looks like ex-ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:i hate u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:who else has seen it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:omg im half jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:tmd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:i feel like cutting my hair now la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:haha showed ying also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:wad she say*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:stop circulating my pic damn yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:haha not bad la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:she went oh my goshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:but its a gd oh my goshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*mrpea [HDG] - mini ab : ) says:: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:im still in shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twentythree*i could be a tennis baksai says:can i see real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im going to marry you go soo says:really zit you look super good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im going to marry you go soo says:thats like the best hairstyle ive ever seen you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im going to marry you go soo says:the color abit illegal though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;k need to finish trigo.&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111928034985797838?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111928034985797838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111928034985797838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/elly-yu-goondunehneh.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111927798121593727</id><published>2005-06-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:50:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit is such a stupidhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how she manages to live so long&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/3915248-111927798121593727?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111927798121593727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111927798121593727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/06/hi-were-back-zit-is-such-stupidhead-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111252001388204018</id><published>2005-04-03T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:34:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the week in photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/cihan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cihan on her birthday in swensens. looking good =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/cihan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leftover ice cream bubbling in dry ice cup. revolting but it was strangely nerve calming.. especially since monday was a sucky day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/photoboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;staying back after school with zit and looking at the photoboards and noticing missing photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/faith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faith pseudo paying attention in hist lect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/mehc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my undercover uniform in hc. quite cool right.. its zit's blue jacket. and ok she told me it looked dumb because the front looked blue but from the back it was green anyway. so i may still have gotten bombed. BUT! i did not! hah! maybe its the first time anyone wore rj uniform in hc and came out alive. what a feat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ztsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zt taking photos of himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/kayaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty flower on bush after kayaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ztxs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zt and xiangshan sleeping at og dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea ok. eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared it'll slowly mean nothing. arggh. no cannot. like just how many times exactly do i ever get to come across it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april fool's was quite a success..&lt;br /&gt;morning with joke on mr reeves which worked splendidly and he was a good sport and turned red and laughed at himself.. haha thanks nat for the idea it was super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chengchai professing his crush on hanyi which he has harboured since the beginning of the year.. and hanyi looking deeply traumatised and trying to laugh it off. and finally looking so relieved after finding out it was a joke. i laughed till my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think this week was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much much better than the week before when i was in perpetual about to sit down and bawl anytime mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday to cihan sorry i was in such a foul mood haha we lost the balloon.. but at least we had it for about 2 hours! and i love you gin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i read your blog. and i'm sorry we didnt spend it with youu.. =/ but really i thot of you! while i was kayaking i was hoping you were having fun and haha wishing i could eat the good old bk breakfast at the rgs bk. and i asked gerald to msg you at midnight and i was staying up to do the same and then i think at about 11.56 pm sleep took over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well! we'll make it up to you tmr ok?? we have presents =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to our dear dear eunice.. ok yet another week we couldnt make it. craappp.. i had a working day of kayaking from 9 to 5.. had to drop all engagements.. but me and zit are constantly thinking of you. haha and getting stuff for you. so when we finally finally meet!! it'll be so fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIT: &lt;strong&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111252001388204018?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111252001388204018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111252001388204018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/04/week-in-photos-monday-cihan-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111236081924874350</id><published>2005-04-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:06:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;not my faultt.&lt;br /&gt;did a sincere heartfelt entry on tues but blogger felt it was too mushy or smthg and deleted it away. damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111236081924874350?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111236081924874350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111236081924874350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111211184007973430</id><published>2005-03-29T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:57:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAYS ARE NOW SACRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kinda have a pact to pull as many of us as we can to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa was on the phone with me and i was talking to zhitong online&lt;br /&gt;and i told gerald a week ago&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll kidnap winfred from training&lt;br /&gt;and blackmail joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;fridays are now meeting up and watching stupid scary movies day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i felt happier than i've ever been in like maybe a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually truly crazily happy! even if just for short moments i was still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've ended the day with a nice nice chat with clare and a funny lame conv w zhitong.. the familiar ache of missing has vanished! and i'm like so lighthearted now oh whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aj soccer is playing again rj soccer on sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope aj wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj was my third choice aft vj. haha and thats where both of them are. kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i had just put RJ and only rj then all of them would have no choice but to stay. ok thats a shitter logic. but well i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! they're teaching me to swear! i hang with zit gerald and i get influenced by zt so much i've been swearing in my head. and tt day when i was pissed i just kept saying it. and i'm using it more and more! oh no! but it just means i'm spending time with them! isn't that a happy thing! haha it is it is! and the only ppl i dont mind swearing is them! because i dont know.. its alright! oh yayayay i'm so happy ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today me and zit got a momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my fish i'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy that i'm happy because its a nice feeling i havent felt for a long time and this makes me happier still =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sleep happy tonight! the past nights i've been falling asleep depressed/tearing/hoping too hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now im happy happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr BOTH are coming down! how cool can stuff get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odac as usual comes into the picture and tomorrow i have absolutely no reason to zao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have level 2 kayakinggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE'S ALWAYS FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's a brighter place when they're around =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you zit!&lt;br /&gt;i love your file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my hp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111211184007973430?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111211184007973430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111211184007973430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/fridays-are-now-sacred-because-we_29.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111210696816623933</id><published>2005-03-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:36:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a veryyyyyy mad day.&lt;br /&gt;everybody mus have noticed that theres a hole at the board furthest away from the canteen which holds all the photos.&lt;br /&gt;cant miss it.&lt;br /&gt;its right smack in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;i shldnt be proud of stuff liddat.&lt;br /&gt;blue-mouthed eye candy heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel pangs of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;why dun they jus let everybody stay damnit.&lt;br /&gt;this 3 months thing is damn cruel.&lt;br /&gt;really touched that yall are happy and i really wish they can stay.&lt;br /&gt;ALL.&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote from my namesake.&lt;br /&gt;i have no ****ing purpose in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111210696816623933?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111210696816623933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111210696816623933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-veryyyyyy-mad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111202028171869180</id><published>2005-03-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:40:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;&lt;br /&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;&lt;br /&gt;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen roses damasked, red and white,&lt;br /&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;And in some perfumes is there more elight&lt;br /&gt;Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her speak, yet well I know&lt;br /&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound.&lt;br /&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare&lt;br /&gt;     As any she belied with false compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cihan's birthday today. ice cream tea at swensens in town.&lt;br /&gt;earthquake with orange and lime sherbet, chocolate freckles and yummy raisin.&lt;br /&gt;then we scooped ice cream into the dry ice and there was disgusting brown foam and i moped around.&lt;br /&gt;took photos with cihan and then her balloon floated to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my old friends make me cry. i was staring at gin outside swensens and i sorta realised i was standing there and missing her and she is still the person she always was. then i hugged her and that made me start to cry. but i wasn't going to repeat the suntec escapade again so i stopped. anyway i think zit wont be as accomodating as gerald yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw you today and i think i like the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;and how you swing your arms&lt;br /&gt;your sudden bursts of playfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like your smile&lt;br /&gt;and your directness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind of people you hang with&lt;br /&gt;and the way you dislike some others&lt;br /&gt;the things you say even&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i mind the same from other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could've said hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. zit the more i think about it.. i said you're the only person i woulndt mind coming in if..&lt;br /&gt;as in seriously i meant it and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit what made me say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just maybe if i hadnt.. then i'd have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why God's not allowing it.&lt;br /&gt;there's got to be a reason right?&lt;br /&gt;as in.. i'm trying to find a very good reason for it&lt;br /&gt;but i cant understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not just one.. its two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit i almost had a slip of the tongue just now&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;sorry God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad mood =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like time and time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost scary to hope now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm i'm too tired to think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111202028171869180?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111202028171869180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111202028171869180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-mistress-eyes-are-nothing-like-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111193168857065189</id><published>2005-03-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:55:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because He lives&lt;br /&gt;I can face tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Because He lives&lt;br /&gt;All fear is gone&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;He holds the future&lt;br /&gt;And life is worth the living&lt;br /&gt;Just because He lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter&lt;br /&gt;and at Easter time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracles happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111193168857065189?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111193168857065189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111193168857065189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/because-he-lives-i-can-face-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111181444299427481</id><published>2005-03-26T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:49:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elly lets MOVE.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously getting a blogger's block everytime i get to this &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/untitled.bmp" /&gt; bloody page.&lt;br /&gt;orite.&lt;br /&gt;i know this has been a hard week.&lt;br /&gt;change just plain sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess its far worse for a hell lot more pple than me cos at least i chose the change.&lt;br /&gt;uh corrections.&lt;br /&gt;my dad chose the change.&lt;br /&gt;but all the same, i knew the change was coming.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling edgy on my way to rj.&lt;br /&gt;kept snapping at my dad cos well, he was mainly the reason why i was on the way to rj.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i tried this kuku 3 months plan.&lt;br /&gt;and i know i've missed out on a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and having to start afresh again.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;new badge. new class. new cca.&lt;br /&gt;(and new toilets. yay)&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is i dun regret going hwa chong.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing bout experiencing a new culture, new environment.&lt;br /&gt;cliche but true.&lt;br /&gt;haha and i realised i haven finished my top 20 things i'll miss bout hc list.&lt;br /&gt;7. hokkien vulgarities. learnt half of my vocab from the hc population. (other half from ms diana bte zakaria)&lt;br /&gt;8. team dinners at ohsoglam prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE. #*(^(*#%&lt;br /&gt;must be this fugging page.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111181444299427481?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111181444299427481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111181444299427481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/elly-lets-move.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111171197248171145</id><published>2005-03-25T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T11:42:10.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knew if i went i'd surely cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the results of appeals. why do all the horrible people get through and not the wonderful ones who make school a better place. can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the day started off not bad. when the results were coming out i got more and more depressed. tried to forget about it by playing cards with bessie and charissa's badminton people. then i continued with joshua and shari and her friend.. got whacked by joshua and shari's friend. and for the very first time in my entire life i whacked someone super hard with cards. gotta relieve the trauma la. ha joshua was on the phone and he was practically yelling each time i hit him. quite funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then towards the end.. which was class cip i absolutely bombed. couldnt bring myelf to do cip at all. washing cars in school.. i carried a pail of water from the tap to the car and yeeler asked if i was hungry and i said yes. and so we went to the canteen. and navjote came along to offer silent comfort. so we sat there for the whole cip away and went back at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont scold me or anything ok! if i were washing the cars i may have ended up scratching it or breaking *****'s windows. and yeeler wanted to keep dry cos he had training afterwards. haha navjote was just trying to be a comfort. and trust me on normal days i would have washed the cars. i'm not a slacker or free-loader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after cip about 3.30 the class was supposed to go down to whatever place for finale together.. and i was supposed to go with them. but i was still bombed and yeeler was staying in school for trng at 5. angie had dance so we all stayed behind in the canteen again. haha and yeeler was being v nice so he allowed me to decorate his hair with paper bits because it was strangely therapeutic. tearing up paper into little bits and implanting them between the carefully gelled spikes of his hair has a calming effect. which is gallant of him because we know how protective he is of his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/yeeler1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/yeeler2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeler trying to look pleased abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then after yeeler left for hockey i went to find angie who was with the dance ppl. and sat with her for a while till she had prac.. oh saw zhenghong in bright orange haha.. hello there. was on the phone with veralene and we were moping about people's unsuccessful cases.. really quite good talking to her. because we both have people we desperately want to get back in but we can't do anything about it accept pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told gerald that i didnt want to go for finale or og dinner because i was too sad. and i was planning to go home.. and then on the mrt home faith said she thinks i should go for dinner because it'd mean a lot to clarissa and zhitong [just for now.. because he's coming back]. so i thought about it and called clarissa to ask her if i should go for dinner but i didnt want cos i think i'll cry and she said please go and see her. and so i met her at city hall and max was there. and i was quite numb. everything was quite normal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after max left we walked around shopping for a bit. og came.. zhitong wasn't there yet cos he came from his temporary school. then we walked to suntec and he came. it was kind of heart breaking to see him swaggering into the entrance in his green soccer jersey. couldn't say a word to him for about 10 entire minutes. clarissa also was finding it hard..i just hung around the other people first.. later on things were almost like normal just tt i had moments i couldn't speak. gerald and zhitong were doing their gay stuff again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at crystal jade at zhitong's request.. was quite funny la. winfred came to squeeze at our table. and halfway through he decided to become metro and eat daintily. then things got quite warped and zt ended up feeding him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ztwin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then after quite a long dinner we left crystal jade and found vj dancing at the fountain and they were really high and enthu abt it. i wonder if they had people leaving. and! i saw gerry. the moment i hugged her i missed her so much and plus the whole dread of the day the flood started. i think i'll recognise her anywhere. from so far away i saw her little self and her big blue flower print bag and i went to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my og came back and we walked back from suntec to city hall mrt.. clarissa and joshua left in the middle to take bus. and then when i hugged her.. started leaking and everything. can't really imagine not seeing her around in the mornings at the og table. thats crazy. after she left and i was walking with gerald i couldnt help it and cried and cried like mad. heh i realise i do the whole part first then cry afterward thing a lot. i dont know why.. its only after there is a physical gap i start to sense it and it hits quite hard. and so gerald kept quiet and listened to me cry and at regular intervals told me to chill. but its quite impossible. haha and winfred was so cute he said he wanted to cry as well and he's just not thinking about them leaving and its not helping that i'm crying. and zt and gerald were still doing their gay thing when walking together and i realise how much i've gotten used to that and winfred was telling me to ignore it and not think so much because that was how he was coping with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reached the mrt and i was going off with samantha. and then zt hugged sam and then he was coming to me and i didnt want tt because i'd have another big breakdown. and he still hugged me anyway and while doing so i was screwing up and crying like shit and he just kept saying "don't cry don't cry" and that made me cry even more. i couldnt say anything at all. ok then i left with sam who was crying too and we purposely missed a train and sat at the far end trying to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK THIS SO SHIT SUCKS. I MEAN HOW CAN THEY DUMP A GROUP OF PEOPLE TOGETHER FOR THREE MONTHS AND EXPECT THEM NOT TO BOND OR GET CLOSE?!! WHAT SHIT IS MOE THINKING!?!! i hate them. i think the last time i cried in public was when i got lost in a shopping centre and couldn't find my parents while playing in the barbie doll section for too long. and i think i looked absolutely depressed on the mrt because the three people standing infront of me kept giving me worried stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please bless everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll blog properly later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody please pray that monday 10.30 will be a very happy time. please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ahaha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111171197248171145?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111171197248171145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111171197248171145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-knew-if-i-went-id-surely-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111167819421413170</id><published>2005-03-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:29:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks babe ilut : ()&lt;br /&gt;well there's nothig we can do but hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes in life it all depends on fate.&lt;br /&gt;in chs lang, its "lac la. shun qi zi ran."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending the past few days with bessie charissa and rachel.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha full of bullshittttt.&lt;br /&gt;shoot, shag and marry.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. so much incriminating talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss being part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;great. now i'm cca-less.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. shall worry bout dat next time.&lt;br /&gt;class first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7d has class outing at sentosa tmr.&lt;br /&gt;urgh 11. freaking earllyyy.&lt;br /&gt;dunno whether shld go or not.&lt;br /&gt;or mahjong. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111167819421413170?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111167819421413170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111167819421413170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/thanks-babe-ilut-well-theres-nothig-we.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111159470371021079</id><published>2005-03-24T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:20:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i keep nagging at you and scolding you and yelling at you and telling you all the time to get a life and sending you horrid smses and look like i dont care that you miss ur school and being mean to you and ignoring you on the phone when i'm on msn and making your life miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly zit i'm really happy you came to rj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111159470371021079?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111159470371021079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111159470371021079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok_24.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111159071626528236</id><published>2005-03-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:11:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey. orite.&lt;br /&gt;elly keeps forcing me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;first day of rj.&lt;br /&gt;its good to be back. (yes everybody keeps using back and i've given up on telling them that its not back cos i was never from rj. well if yu cant beat them, join them) but i miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;seaofsmalltightkakishorts withdrawal syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;and its only 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;i love yu. gina. cihan. hanyin. charmaine. debbie. and everybody. hcbt. 05s7d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some stuff to say but cant really rmb.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 things about hwa chong ..&lt;br /&gt;1. the usual suspects. mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;2. stoning at class benches&lt;br /&gt;3. the niaoing of yongtat during physics lectures.&lt;br /&gt;4. trng. with hc's pok pok halls and even more pok shuttles.&lt;br /&gt;5. chs humour. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;6. watching chapteh playing&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111159071626528236?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111159071626528236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111159071626528236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111158485025289769</id><published>2005-03-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:29:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has been the hardest day to get by in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because every few minutes i'm reminded of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sad and&lt;br /&gt;there were times i couldn't talk because i think if i did i'd have cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because things feel so different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself searching and when i realise it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;i get so sad again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for my og&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the odac ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya hello benny and meixian [whoever you are] and all else who reads the blog.. go leave a note on the gbkk yarr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shouldn't sound so morose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. because this whole feeling bad in school thing is just for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr and for the next two years! things will be so fiiiine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok talk abt today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit went to school i met her i brought her to meet my og and she saw xiangshan and joshua who were fast asleep and we were abt to talk to kim and zit decided she wasnt in the mood to socialise so we decided to be anti and walk off ourselves. and i escorted her into lt 6 and she met her fellow new intakers. then i walked myself to my og and i saw - and i wish it was *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to my og and i felt happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went to indoor gym and thats when the process of mental decay for the day started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so terrifyingly boring i was beginning to miss lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine a SLACKER like ME missing lessons. [ahaha this has a big double meaning i realise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot to make me feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah sorry wenyi.. i love you very very much. and this is entirely not your fault. it's simply because IT IS O2. but yes the first day of O2 sucked so badly i can't think of how much worse it can be. i have never in my life ponned school. and today i so badly wanted to. not because i wanted to be pai or because i wanted the kick of it.. but i was so freaking bored out of my wits and i needed some form of escape. and my og which NEVER.. i repeat NEVER EVER does the dances was so mind-numbed that we actually pulled ourselves up to relearn the dance. that is like close to impossible. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we NEVER do dances. in O1, we specially returned 20 minutes late from every break because we wanetd to skip the dancing part and return just in time for the scheduled things. but today.. God bless, the dance was all we had to save us from dying. especially after they cruelly threatened to lock the doors. kinda felt like drug rehabilitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of dissing o2. sorry all ogls and planners. but i needed to get that off. and i must say again its really not your fault.. its just that o2 is cursed from ancient times to be boring. maybe its a ploy to make us love lessons. imagine if o2 was so dang fun we all cannot get back to studying mood right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway during lunch i met up with the odac ppl and talked a loot of crap. but couldnt really laugh so much tho.. always have * at the back of my mind. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to o2. met classes for absolutely no use because my ct rep was not around. and then my og got so freaking sick of it all we left and went to j8 to eat. and that was when we FINALLY bonded with the new people and had fun the first time the entire day. which is uhh actually the whole objective of O2. so you see we weren't slacking.. we were working towards our goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school just in case there was attendance taking. and there wasn't. so nevermind met vera shawn and eddison for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to s11 to eat shawn's powerful meepok. which was quite nice. vera made me laugh quite a lot i couldn't swallow. and then shawn and eddison made it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around j8 and then met benny huahua zhifeng and gang oh and the fella with the big eyes. and then met gerald and friends and winfred and softball friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decidd to be delinquants and sit on the floor above the fast food area and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got sick of looking like ahbengs and ahlians we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok thats my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was bathing and i thought about *&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised that it was going to work&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i'm praying for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111158485025289769?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111158485025289769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111158485025289769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-has-been-hardest-day-to-get-by.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111149837190725425</id><published>2005-03-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:32:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. as promised. blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna thank yu babes so much.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaked but its not that scary with so many of yall arnd.&lt;br /&gt;wenyi nina and all OGLs had better take care of me hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH cant concentrate. blog another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111149837190725425?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111149837190725425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111149837190725425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111145626958831444</id><published>2005-03-22T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:37:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i first saw it it didn't seem real&lt;br /&gt;i didn't believe it&lt;br /&gt;it was like a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that everything would be alright after this&lt;br /&gt;it didn't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;because things would become better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i talked&lt;br /&gt;and it was so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;i was in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;while brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;i thought about school without you&lt;br /&gt;and i cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please God please please God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111145626958831444?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111145626958831444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ok anyway the camp was really v fun la. my odac clique made me so dang happy throughout the whle thing. we rowed from kallang to east coast on the 20-man dragon boat which ironicaly had hwachong colours.. the orange red yellow stripe thing. haha but it didnt sink us or anything.. was quite cool actually.&lt;br /&gt;we left school at about 8 am then reached east coast at about 4 pm. poor veralene was seasick almost the whole way and me and hongchew were taking care of her. and we were really impressed by hongchew's care so we decided to set up a hongchew fanclub. and he was so shy when he found out ahahaha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had nice dinner of chicken curry rice with sausages and cheese flavoured curry maggie [we cooked ourselves!!!] and then we camped on east coast beach and set out back to kallang the next morning. i took a single kayak this time. which means i'm the only power source to fuel the whole thing. haha i thot i would die.. but then lucky current was helping me and we went at quite a good pace so it wasnt too tiring. quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! i had an ENTIRE 20-man dragon boat dedicating songs to me! haha to cheer me on the single kayak. haahah it was too cool for words. cos you know on dragon boat when you row you need to row all together. so you either count aloud or everybody sing a song to keep pace. so they originally started with "IN [as in all paddles in water together]! OUT! IN! OUT!" yea liddat. then after a while i heard&lt;br /&gt;"One little two little three little Chindians&lt;br /&gt;Four little five little six little Chindians&lt;br /&gt;Seven little eight little nine little Chindians&lt;br /&gt;Ten little Chindian babes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha i was so touched. then every time the dragon boats rowed past will have ppl yelling out stuff either to make me laugh or push me on. haha so cute. then when we were going to reach kallang and the kayakers were getting quite worn out they sang me the Chindian song again! but this time they changed Chindian babe to Chindian Chick. haha now got alliteration.. so littified.. not baaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway when we got back to school i took a nice wonderful bath in our still super clean and new toilets. woah the showers are sooo nice. love it. and then we packed our bags again and took bus to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my clique formed the backseat gang. there's veralene me shawn benny eddison and darren ye. haha yea every bus ride we've been taking the backseat. and it's v fun cos we talk a lot of crap and laugh like crazy etc. so on the way to msia we slept half the time and then when we were awake and it was pitchblack in the bus late at night we too tired to talk so we were singing songs. nice. and! i thought of&lt;br /&gt;gerry and how i miss everything about her&lt;br /&gt;faith and how she makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;wenyi and our dates in school&lt;br /&gt;how happy i am when i see tsai&lt;br /&gt;and the way i have a strange urge to hug mel tan when is see her in school&lt;br /&gt;i discovered how sorely i miss thumping hanyin on her head with my worksheets and calling her haninny&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the train rides home with eunice and her telling me about harry potter&lt;br /&gt;and zit's stupid screaming fits on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and we reached the campsite at about 1 am. and we pitched tents. and must thank cheryl, gillianne and sock and the rest of the tent ppl for allowing me and vera to crash. haha we actually had 7 girls sleeping in a 6-person tent. and we all managed to squeeze and sleep well. whoo we're all skiiinny ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the next day we woke up early and had hot milo and bread with peanut butter and kaya for breakfast. then we climbed the mountain! was harder than i actually thought.&lt;br /&gt;there were like times when we had to climb 3 to 4 storeys high of vertical soil. and it was crazy. because you just grab onto tree roots above you to get up the thing. and when you look below you see 20 other ppl right below you. and if you fall everybody else below you will die.&lt;br /&gt;haha sounds scary right. but then again we were a bit too tired to be scared and actually when you're in such danger you dont even think about it and you hang on so tightly to whatever you're holding there really isn't much possibility of you falling unless you manage to uproot both tree trunks you're clutching onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the higher we got the cooler the air was. the wind was wonderful as well. and there were such PRETTY FLOWERS! oh man. i cant really describe them.. ok picture the shape of morning glories.&lt;br /&gt;then the inside of the flower is pink and the petals are a light purple colour and the outer parts of the flower is soft white. and each time i see the flowers i get happy. they're beautiful. and i dont even know its name. but i think it only grows in higher altitude. because they were only found at the top most part of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the summit there was this gigantic rock which we all climbed up and took photo with the rj flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered i told faith i'd write her name at the top of the mountain and i had this sudden crazy idea of scratching her name into the rock. but darling the only thing i had with me was insect repellent, my cap, water and fruitella sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we climbed down.. THE SAME ROUTE. and the vertical places were heck scary. cos the soil was so slippery and the dead leaves were so loose on the ground its so easy to slip and fall and die. must thank the guys and mr low for helping us down. ahahah jason ong had his Jason's Cushioning System. where he'll grab onto a tree infront of us and when the girls are jumping down the slope they can crash into him and he'll prevent them from falling off the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;and eddison benny shawn and darren[ye] were like holding onto us whenever we thought we were going to die. haha dang nice of them. so we all got down safe and sound. nobody broke any bones or died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK AND THIS IS &lt;strong&gt;THE HIGHLIGHT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment we reached back to camp. me vera shawn benny and darren leow went nuts and we ran shouting and laughing our heads off into the mountain river behind the campsite. and the water was SO FREAKING WONDERFUL. oh man we had such a super good time splashing around and scaring everybody by saying "YOU HAVE A LEECH BESIDE YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and then me veralene and darren leow formed a war alliance against darren ye and zhikai the alien. and we were sending nuclear water waves towards them and it was like how freaking fun. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;then more and more ppl came into the water and those who were planning on just wetting their feet of course got soaked by our war alliance. played for about an hour. water was so cool and clean and dang shiok. super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we dried up. and had dinner by the oil lamps in the dark. shawn cooked this wonderful dinner. macaroni pasta with cheese and campbell gravy. and we had maggie as well with sausages. and two big pots of barley. i almost died of happiness. i was sitting by the pavement and slowly eating my dinner with my group and drinking the wonderful barley and feeling so happy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be very honest i think that was the first time i honestly felt so happy in odac. before this i was just like going with the flow and feeling indifferent about it. i didnt hate it but i wasnt like all in love with it or anything. but that day i was just so happy with where i was and with the people i was with. and so i kept announcing that i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was the campfire. sang songs together and mr koh [my pe teacher who came along] did a solo with the guitar. everything was wonderful. and then we had more barley and we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning was a wonderful breakfast. as usual shawn was the chief. darren, haoyi, celine, veralene and me also made breakfast. and we had pancakes with honey syrup!&lt;br /&gt;and it was limin's birthday so we had a separate stack of five pancakes for her. and we had raisin flavoured pancakes and milo flavoured pancakes and on the top there was a mini pancake and i put a smiley face on it with multi-coloured peanut M&amp;Ms. and we poured tons of honey syrup on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;and so in the middle of the forest limin had a birthday song with a pancake bday cake. and i think this is the first time in the world anybody has had such a cool bday cake with 60 ppl singing a birthday song for her in the forest on a mountain. yar?? i think it was v cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we packed our tents and took the bus back. and we stopped by a seafood restaurant for lunch. and the food was freaking good.. with a huge fish and breaded prawns and chilli crabs and other stuff. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ok and that was my camp. wonder if anybody managed to read the whole chunk. if you didnt then just go and find the part where i was thinking of you so you know that i thought of you. and try and read the Chindian song they dedicated to me i think that was so dang cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha and when i checked my phone i found about 20 missed calls. and like almost all were from miss wang and some were from my dad and hanyin and other ppl in sch. and ZIT PLEASE FEEL HONOURED. you're the first person i called when i reached back. ahaa and i found out she instigated hanyin to call me just to check if i would answer the phone. crazy. i didnt go for huangcheng in the end.. cos my mum said i was mad. and i slept at about 8.30 anyway. so all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the camp i saw *. and i sort of was happy but then it was controllable happy and not like crazy happy and whooping about kinda thing and after a while i just got confused and forgot about it. so i think its working.. and going away. welll. ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeess thats about it. i spent most of the time sleeping when i came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ok i think i'll like try starting on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like odac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111122819298160942?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111122819298160942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111122819298160942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/hiiiiiiiiiii-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111105406454889161</id><published>2005-03-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:10:39.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gotta blog out at least one entry before elly comes back.&lt;br /&gt;one week's how damn long i need to talk bout 3985969 stuff.&lt;br /&gt;big matters. little matters. small matters. large matters. fat matters thin matters. important matters trivial matters. gay matters straight matters. fucking matters celibate matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: damnit. so many stuff spiralling out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;cant really put my finger on it its jus some shitty feeling thats totally overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little man approached me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He was very fat and very red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He introduced himself as the Devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He asked me if I would sell&lt;/span&gt; him my soul. I said OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He asked how much money i wanted and i told him he'd have to make me an offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I didnt know what the going rate for souls was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He said he'd give me two million bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a hell lot of money [pardon the pun] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We struck a deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cant tell you what life is like without my soul because i cant remember what it was like with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nope thats not original.&lt;br /&gt;read it out of a book.&lt;br /&gt;and its pretty close to what i feel like now. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is pms.&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;COS i'm having my period now la duh.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping q a lot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111105406454889161?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111105406454889161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111105406454889161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/gotta-blog-out-at-least-one-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111072354800556602</id><published>2005-03-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:21:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok! let me tell all of you about my coming week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: buy a cap and go to kallang and row a 20-man dragon boat in the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue: row the freaking boat around singapore to some beach and sleep there for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: kayak back to where we started. [haha total displacement = 0 ! how accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: go to malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu: climb gunung belumut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: climb down gunung belumut and come back to SINGAPORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: go to school and wash tents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOSING MY LIFE!!!!! so tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i hope i wont drown while kayaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope there wont be a whirlpool that sucks me deep into the centre of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope there wont be a giant landslide while climbing gunung belumut.&lt;br /&gt;if not in a few thousand years time ppl will dig me up like they dug up the frozen man on mount everest and they say "wow they had such pretty girls last time. arrghh what happened to them now??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok if there is a landslide while i'm kayaking and a whirlpool while i'm climbing&lt;br /&gt;then i dont give a crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if there really is a landslide while i'm kayaking then there would be no more mountain for me to climb and i finish walking over the lousy piece of soil in one hour then i can come back to Singapore on WEDNESDAY. how dang cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please miss me while i'm gone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of me every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream of me every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me smses every hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy me presents from every shop in orchard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all can set up a duty roster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can say i had the BEST holiday ever! even though i spent it in the huge deep ocean and the dark overgrown jungles in The Great Mount Gunung Belumut that is so high it freezes the hair roots in your scalp and when you pee you form half- arcs that stop mid way and water boils at 10°C when you're only one quarter way up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok honestly i have no damn idea what gunung belumut is. maybe its some lousy hill beside the KLCC Suria towers. i just know i have to climb it. and ok it isnt really a huge deep ocean because we're kayaking along the shores of Singapore to get round to the other side to sleep on the beach. why cant we just take mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have time to go ***-shopping with faith and wenyi and cihan. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the chance to go and see the love of my life at all. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot go and meet eunice and celebrate her bday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also cannot go for my current class gathering. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot listen to daniel ong in the mornings. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is so tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha crap i hope no odac ppl see this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i dont HATE it. no actually i think its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its like aiya holiday all gone and i had planned SO MANY things to do before this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok God bless me and i really hope i dont die and neither do my friends. i dont want to break my legs, arms, neck and fingernails also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to MISS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111072354800556602?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111072354800556602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111072354800556602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-let-me-tell-all-of-you-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111070616585734160</id><published>2005-03-13T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:29:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/whatiam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111070616585734160?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111070616585734160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111070616585734160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111064001257100090</id><published>2005-03-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:07:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today while zit and i were out shopping for our special someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this daamn chio girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/img050312-173324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see the surroundings blur in her presence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit was developing a huge crush on her and and i was getting pissed. not because zit was turning unstraight again but because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we stood there arguing and being pissed and then meanwhile she suddenly disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even get her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm fated to meet her again so no worries. i saw it in the stars on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;cannot talk too much incase she finds the blog and freaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! we went shopping! whoo! hah quite tired but fun still. ehhh crap my entire week will be gone. =( taken up by ****. sigh. i'm losing my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm over it! i think. thats good right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i cannot wait for O2. hah maybe i'll get a hot guy in my og for once and hopefully zit will come in also. so its gonna be funnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sleepy. night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111064001257100090?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111064001257100090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111064001257100090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-while-zit-and-i-were-out.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111063631766838479</id><published>2005-03-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:06:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;been getting all the funny funny vibes.&lt;br /&gt;um examples?&lt;br /&gt;ok how bout i know a certain eunice wong was shopping at borders arnd 4 today.&lt;br /&gt;wearing blue.&lt;br /&gt;nice hair woman.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw saw some xm girl today.&lt;br /&gt;with another girl (partner?) whom elly said was cute.&lt;br /&gt;was trying to rmb wad we called her during tourny period last yr.&lt;br /&gt;chipmunk. matchstick girl.&lt;br /&gt;and finally realised it was charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;and we used to pair her up with rachel ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like this hols' going to be kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;pple to meet up with. stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;gahh. dun feel up to it.&lt;br /&gt;jus want to stay home and feel good lazing round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is soni dwi kuncoro NOT featuring in all england.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111063631766838479?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111063631766838479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111063631766838479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-im-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111037668809672433</id><published>2005-03-09T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:58:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person's absence is so unbearable&lt;br /&gt;but the presence so upsetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111037668809672433?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111037668809672433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111037668809672433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-happens-if-persons-absence-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111009719318803063</id><published>2005-03-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:20:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you see! i told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually! technically i won the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i betted that at the end of three months you will confirm have attachment to your school and wouldn't want to put rj down. and you insisted that you're not the kind to like the place so fast and you will sure change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only reason you're putting rj now is because your dad wants you to! if not you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. haha i'm glad you did so you still get the treat anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to RJ zit. its a nice place. if you know the right people. and since you already have started to know one of them.. then things are looking good. i think i'll pull strings to get you in my og. then you'll have a rocking time. R is for rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and thanks for helping me thru my o levels. haha maybe if not for you i'd have gotten 17 instead of 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have been declaring to my classmates and my friends that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am! ok i dont really know what being sick of life means but it sure feels like it. so i am really sick of life right now. and because i am sick i'm not going to school tmr. logic at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other than being sick of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also lovesick [even sicker now so really not able to go school]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and desperate for holidays to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in need of new possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: should elissa go to school for half a day tmr or go shopping with ziting then go for odac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i talk more when i think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS A PUBLIC APOLOGY TO XINYU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just whenever you come talk to me i'm always like in the middle of rushing. i'm damn damn sorry! that day at morning assembly my friend was like v v depressed and she was like telling me about her results and then halfway you appeared and i'm so sorry i talk halfway then like lose track. arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i feel freaking bad. i tell you what. now i free all my break time for you. ONE HOUR! and you got top priority yes?? haha you come find me and you take all the time you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry xinyuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think my guilt sort of diminished by a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not going to school tmr. oh yes. ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111009719318803063?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111009719318803063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111009719318803063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-see-i-told-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-111008352393199333</id><published>2005-03-06T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:00:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. ok i shall stop cheating and write a proper blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;always have lotsa stuff to say but when i get to this blogging page my mind goes blank. *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to shumin wendy and co. &lt;br /&gt;proud to know i have so many smart frens.&lt;br /&gt;hey elly wad happened to us. &lt;br /&gt;nonetheless i'm pretty satisfied with wadeva i got from three and a half yrs of slacking + half yr of pia-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. notice the constipated face in the last pic.&lt;br /&gt;that was becos i was trying on the costume which was q cute (and furry!) and stupid elissa james forced me to pose for the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r is for regret?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. i've made my decision and i'm going to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;no more whining zit. &lt;br /&gt;to say i'm scared is an understatement. &lt;br /&gt;urgh urgh urgh why did i ever try the 3 months thing.&lt;br /&gt;its downright dumb la ok. &lt;br /&gt;how can anybody be so detached and play for 3 months and then leave rite. &lt;br /&gt;fuggit. i've become an emotional basketcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva la. &lt;br /&gt;as usual. so much to say. so little to blog.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-111008352393199333?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111008352393199333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/111008352393199333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110999670810352723</id><published>2005-03-05T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:57:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me show you all something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/shumin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closer look still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/img050303-080241a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no that is not mine. it is The Intellectual Shumin's result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that does not mean i'm not happy with my marks. i was so so happy about it&lt;br /&gt;and zit was too..&lt;br /&gt;and so we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/7pointercake.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the 7 pointer cake!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/7pointercake2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was delicious and wonderful and we were eating and eating and eating. until we got so sick of mango. and we were stuffed full with cake. that became our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we like walked around for dunno how long. and she plucked her eyebrows. and i'm dang bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so oh we walked around looking for kid waterbottles to use in school. then a fairy godmother appeared. and then she magicked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ziterella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ziterella!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's not so pretty and was half dressed. but nvm it was quite cool still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought bracelets which were v v big so now they're anklets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd. ok we didnt do much that day. but it was just v cool. knowing we can choose where we wanna go! its a good feeling. haha and its also a huge accomplishment to finish almost all of a freaking big mango cake with just two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it got like quite late so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/7pointercake3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110999670810352723?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110999670810352723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110999670810352723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-me-show-you-all-something-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110969018978009248</id><published>2005-03-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:16:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey.&lt;br /&gt;haven blogged for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;but it was frm no lack of trying!&lt;br /&gt;seriously. everytime i sit down and try to type something nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. well. yest has been a day.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. my dad is bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;TALKANOTHERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanna say THANKS elly : ()&lt;br /&gt;and so many many other pple who helped me during o's.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;words cannot express how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;cliche but most cliche stuff are true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110969018978009248?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110969018978009248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110969018978009248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/03/heyheyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110943821005522050</id><published>2005-02-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:30:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIT YOU &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not scared yet. yett. i dont want to think about What Will Happen If.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dates with wenyi and faith are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;thursday had date again before drama fest. and we wandered outside school and found like the coolest possible place. and we were drenched in happiness. so fun. have pictures. haha and they said i looked like an ahlian. then they met some ppl from my og and they talked a lot of crap. cihan came also but she was talking to her cousin. anyway she says gerald is very funny especially since he was begging her to go to rj after results. haha my friends are crazy. OH and also!!! wooah Hsqaured came to sit like half a metre away from me. almost wanted to die. wenyi took a picture of him and me! freaking dang cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched Somebody Like You on tv. hugh jackman is hot and ashley judd is pretty. and they are sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was supposed to watch white noise but i didnt for two reasons. firstly cos i decided i didnt wanna scare myself and then go home and try to bathe in 30 secs cos i dun wanna stay in the toilet alone. secondly and the more important reason is that i was scared of the two guys' friends. quite intimidating when there's a huge bunch of them like 8 or 9 ppl and i'm the only girl cos clarissa had to leave. so i went home and watched tv instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had odac in the morning. woke up soo early to go chinese gardens mrt for kayaking. man waited in the mrt station so long for the rain to stop. and they formed the Care and Concern Club. oh man i just realised it alliterates. ok basically its just a cheem name to force you to play truth and truth. and i really wanted to sit out because i have nothing to tell at all and it'll be dang boring if it gets to me and i'll kill all the fun. but then if i sit out then they'll ALL target me because they will think i got something to hide. so no choice sat in anyway. and got the dang bottle on the third round. and they didnt ask do you have a boyfriend. which is the customary thing to ask right?? and then i'll say NO i dont. and then its so anticlimatic. but anyway they asked do you think anybody in school is cute? [to which veralene came to my rescue and said that there were too many to name] then they asked do you like anyone? and then at this point i gave a mega-grin [i couldnt help itttt] and i said NO! so they didnt believe me and they kept egging me at it and so they got out a LITTLE bit. actually no they didnt get out anything. all they did was found out what it &lt;em&gt;was not&lt;/em&gt;. anyway after what i said suddenly it seems like its a little awkward now with my friend. i dont really know what to do. but nevermind i suppose things will get better. kayaking is funnnn! haha i like it. ok today is second day of monthly tidal wave. and i thought it would be very freaking gross. but actually its quite alright la. couldnt see anything at all. it just felt sick. and the water is dang nice. haha cos we had to capsize. so got into water. its dang fun capsizing i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then i went with lunch with some odac ppl. and then came home to sleep. then went out to eat with parents. you can see my life involves a lot of food. and whats up with singapore now. i keep killing mosquitoes but they keep getting replenished. so sucky. oh.. pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget. i got new specs sometime mid-week. found out whiteboard getting more blurry and parallels actually join. so i wore them to school on friday. then my class thinks i look nice and they started taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="398" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/img050225-101821.jpg" width="515" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110943821005522050?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110943821005522050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110943821005522050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/zit-you-never-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110889665337800092</id><published>2005-02-20T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:04:21.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/PA150616.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the photo quality sucks i forgot the flash everything is too black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were so 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110889665337800092?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110889665337800092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110889665337800092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes-photo-quality-sucks-i-forgot-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110879103327894389</id><published>2005-02-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:04:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew this week is over.&lt;br /&gt;hate jc hours. its the most tiring thing man has ever tahaned.&lt;br /&gt;fucking days that end at 4.&lt;br /&gt;fucking 40 minute break[not even breakS] that make yu eat breakfast/receess/lunch at funny times.&lt;br /&gt;and trng after sch doesnt even make up that much for it.&lt;br /&gt;miss rg trng.&lt;br /&gt;bloody porno mario. apbp.&lt;br /&gt;one of these days i'm going to indulge in my secret fantasy and smash him really hard on his egiostic little pea-brain head.&lt;br /&gt;and then run off while he tries to chase me with his short stout legs and his 7 months pregnant belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. i hate to bring up this taboo subject but seriously its coming and&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wtf i will really do if the .. oh gahh.&lt;br /&gt;lets not talk bout it.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm becoming one of those fragile little kiddos who cant take failure that my dad has always warned me about.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the 24th to come but i cant bear to think of what comes after that.&lt;br /&gt;-think happy thoughts-&lt;br /&gt;go juniors! beat sc flat so i can crow over xuyan heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of that, realised i haven been in touch with gloria ever since she left.&lt;br /&gt;ok right after writing that line i went to check my mail .&lt;br /&gt;YAY gloria sent the clique smthg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;babies!! how r u guys!! life's gd here....basically slping n stuffing my face n playing with my baby cousins...but sch starts on V-day.....anw here r my new contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add: 1036 south 6th avenue      arcadia, CA 91006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home tel: 626-4468617&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hp: 626-3207238&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case u guys wanna noe i am taking very very sad classes cos i signed up VERY VERY late...they are english vocab. calculus. humanities. dance history. n counseling. which is compulsory for all freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet all of u r not going to check ur email n i will get a reply in lk 2 mths by which i wld have forgotten all u stupid bitches who nvr sent me off but ya u betta still reply anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha miss that crazy girl so much but the wierdest thing is i see her in xuyan's every moves. urgh i sound like a freaking perv.&lt;br /&gt;not that i stare at xy a lot excuse me but she really reminds me so much of gorilla i feel like i've known her for 3 yrs instead of 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;anw gloria's prediction came in right hahaa not one member of my disgusting clique has replied to her mail which was sent last fri so i shall be the first to reply : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels better after blogging but i still feel like biting somebody's head off.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break from sch.&lt;br /&gt;so stressed i have dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;[read: i'm so stressed out thus i have dandruff NOT i'm so stressed out cos i have dandruff]&lt;br /&gt;so insulted cherylene thinks i have nothing better to worry bout : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110879103327894389?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110879103327894389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110879103327894389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/phew-this-week-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110878538871448679</id><published>2005-02-19T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:00:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah hello. yesterday i was in the foulest mood imaginable. ok not really. but foul enough. and denise sounded really affected when i was walking out of school with her and nat. sorry. and thank you nat for listening. really thank you. always good to have someone to listen to me let out steam. and you're one of the best ppl for it because you just know what to say. so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to rg for pi. wonderful stuff. then whole batch got together in the room. haven't felt so happy/empty all at the same time. took pics. saw most of my batchmates. rgs is great really. we were lying around in the foyer and talking a lot of rubbish. then standing behind the computers and aimlessly watching the world pass by like i used to do last few years. its just that you can feel comfortable anywhere you are in rg. you can be sitting in the middle of the foyer under the raffles tree and nobody would really care. but you cant just sit around anywhere you like in rj. i cant really explain it.. just a different feeling. emma yong was guest of honour. she's funky. anyway she said she was having dinner the day before with her two close friends from sec 3 and 4 from like 10 years ago. so i was thinking sounds like the browneez. so we gotta do that also. meet up frequently for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pek and shumin didnt wanna go back so me and angie didnt either. and then onkie, angie, fart, fairuz and i went to have lunch at fareast bk. talked about problems, found out some things.. discussed gave advice etc. miss fart and fairuz. wanna see them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school. i'm not exactly sure when my foul mood started developing. maybe it was when i was walking around with angie and i was thinking about some things. anyway it progressively got worse when i went back to school, watched zt and gerald play chess, then for talentime, and ended off with buying present. so i was so moody towards the end i could hardly talk when they asked me questions and i was giving really mean answers like "ok." "just buy la." and "whatever." and then there was a big problem about the present and i was like so fed up with the world i wanted to just walk off or cry then gerald said he would take it. wah lao i wanted to go and hug him. honestly. felt so much better after that. clarissa and i treating him on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also found out something yesterday. just one thing to say: if you want to go and screw your life even after what i told you, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. yesterday the world was how freaking messed up. but i slept it off. today i decided i'll just forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my batch tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not really looking forward to monday. big pieces of work to hand up. and its also the start of The Week of Worry. actually i'm not worried already. i have this gut feeling. and gut feelings are always right if not why are they called gut feelings right. [yes i sound like i'm trying to convince myself. and i'm doing a good job because i am convinced.] whats more there's odac at the end of the day so i think i'll be more cheered up. beginning to look forward to odac. they're quite a fun bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok zit i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110878538871448679?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110878538871448679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110878538871448679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/ah-hello_19.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110856531675707415</id><published>2005-02-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:13:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Higher than any bird ever flew&lt;br /&gt;Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than any mountain cathedral&lt;br /&gt;Truer than any tree ever grew&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than any forest primeval&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring fire in the winters&lt;br /&gt;You'll send showers in the springs&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly through the falls and summers&lt;br /&gt;With love on our wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years as the fire starts to mellow&lt;br /&gt;Burning lines in the book of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Higher than any bird ever flew&lt;br /&gt;Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&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;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"but he's different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ya.. he got heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110856531675707415?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110856531675707415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110856531675707415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/longer-than-thereve-been-fishes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110856146955860259</id><published>2005-02-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:11:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk elly is SUCH a nag!&lt;br /&gt;when normal pple answer the phone, they go hey zit!&lt;br /&gt;when elly answers, she goes zit blog.&lt;br /&gt;and she sends one line smses which consists of &lt;i&gt;zit can yu blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am before she places an announcement on hc AVA for a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty world sucks!&lt;br /&gt;its full of thieves and thugs.&lt;br /&gt;went there to play pool with bessie charissa and rachel after sch today.&lt;br /&gt;we played 3 games so got different combis each time.&lt;br /&gt;was like the suckiest player and the wierdest thing was that i won all 3 games.&lt;br /&gt;tyco huh.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.must have used up all my luck on pool.&lt;br /&gt;why. cos i lost my PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm stranded frm the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;jus as well. overshot my sms limit and calltime.&lt;br /&gt;plus i need to concentrate on hw.&lt;br /&gt;grr. all my pics and msges are gone with the phone : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random happenings today.&lt;br /&gt;jerry chai's mahjong and vday escapades hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run. heatwave whoa.&lt;br /&gt;chinese high drinkstall uncle sucks big time. dao pple for 15 minutes and ate up my one dollar damn him.&lt;br /&gt;new specs.&lt;br /&gt;cheegake's &lt;i&gt;hey. improvement. at least its a guy.&lt;/i&gt; [hey am i that bad. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got other stuff to say. but kinda busy for now.&lt;br /&gt;cyaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110856146955860259?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110856146955860259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110856146955860259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/okok-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110821522053393929</id><published>2005-02-12T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:14:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIT: &lt;strong&gt;BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. life is ok so far. valentine's day is coming up. today i went to popular and then i saw the memory lane cards. which are so so cute. and so super beautiful. but man im not gonna get it loh. and i dont even think i can go for the date with you on monday. must find out what time odac ends. ask max later then i tell you la. wah lao.. and if i eat dinner out my parents are going to wonder why i'm eating dinner on a monday school night when there's school the next day and i'm pretty sure they'll know its valentine's as well so they're gonna start speculating. not v good idea la har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway i remembered some of the lines in the cards.. quite sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes many kinds of people to make the world,&lt;br /&gt;But it only takes you to make mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;just because you're you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that one. nice nice. zit when i get a bf tell him to say that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate just asked me what kind of flowers he should buy for his &lt;em&gt;friend.&lt;/em&gt; he even went to check out price of dozen roses bouquet. 120bucks. and the funny thing is he's the blur blur act cool kind. so funny. so i say ok you go buy those small 30 buck bouquets with three roses and the rest are other flowers nice enough already. haha so he's going to look for it. 30bucks a lot already la har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just found out sth. oh man and i found out before zit somemore. what honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway me and zit are so freaking happy. haha eunice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha monday's gonna be a fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110821522053393929?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110784958297634581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110784958297634581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110766000606570349</id><published>2005-02-06T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:55:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ziiiit&lt;br /&gt;no not daoing you. just hard to pick up phone and stay on it for v long. harder still to call at night. and it's only at night nowadays that i'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole week been so freaking busy. i am going to love tuesdays! i end school at 4 then meet gerald after that in the canteen and then wenyi and faith will come and talk to me and then gerald leaves at 5 for cca. then we'll talk and talk for dunno how long. then we prob end off with going j8 and window shop for a short while. then we go home feeling v good and then can do hw and live well for the rest of the week. =) wenyi and faith think that i always make the same kind of friends. cos when they were talking to gerald they think he's a guy version of zit. ahahh which i haven't really noticed. but i do sort of realise the people i make friends with and talk more to have some form of eccentricity. heh i suppose it makes life more interesting. so the last time we hung out on tuesday we finished talking by 6 and then we went j8 and wenyi said let's take neoprints! so we went to take and we dedicated one to zit. we're so sweet. anyway zit if you can make it back to YOUR HOMELAND in time then come find us. crazy girl lives so near but wants to go all the way to bukit timah to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odac's kinda fun. only thing is we walked like 40km two nights ago and my feet were about to die. looks like no real diff from quitting hockey. haha they say hockey trains like 8 to 10 km a week. i walk 40km IN ONE NIGHT! to think my mum made me quit hockey cos it was "too tiring". odac looks like it does quite nutty things and most of it takes place on fridays and it goes into saturdays as well!! arrrhh. fridays the og goes out and saturdays are always my supposed dates with zit and eu or 413.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.. cny's coming up.. prob be quite fun. tuesdays a 1 hour sch celebration so after that we have the entire day ahead of us. tue wed wake up late slack at home. friday is a holiday so lotsa plans coming up that day. think they're going back to st hilda's.. i'll prob go along. catch up with the old people.. and talk to kenny [esp abt ******] haha fun stuff. zit eu wanna have like HIGH TEA or sth in the afternoon?? ahaahah sound so posh.. we'll prob end up eating at like macs or sth. or sat also can. i'll prob be free on coming sat. for the first time in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha zit you gotta hear abt faith's dream its hilarious. and faith says i talk about the ******* like i'm in love. cos i was talking to wenyi and faith that day. i suppose it really sounds like it. but i'm not yarr!! and i'm only telling you people and i dont dare tell anybody else cos i know the way i talk about its as tho i'm gonna get married soon. but its just fun la. and if i dont tell u guys i'll have no one else to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's been quite a good week. with minor glitches which i got quite irritated at after a while. because they are in fact MINOR. kenny said just forget it and leave it it'll be over in time anyway. and it is quite good advice so yea i'm gonna follow. right. i'm gonna go get something to eat now.. i'm pretty hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sth else.. i was just reading through my opendiary and i found this entry typed beginning of last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;i was having recess after PE with zit faith debbie nat gin and wenyi. gin was sitting beside me. zit suddenly started talking abt pri sch so we got into the topic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then gin suddenly said "elly used to be happier." then she quickly corrected herself "as in more cheery."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i thought about it and said "nono i agree. i was happier." &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i think about what hanyin wrote in their letter to rj she said she doesnt grin all the time like she used to.. so i think the older we get the less happy we are. i think. two days ago i was surfing blogs and then i found my ogl's pic when he was in sec 3 or 4. and then he was smiling like there was no tomorrow and it was just some school end of year function or sth they had. but now when he grins it's very different..no more so happy-like. i dont really know how to put it. i was happiest in pri school and in rgs for the past two years i can say i was also very happy. but now i find myself constantly lapsing into states of gloom and i find myself missing ____. Fill in the blank. i dont even know what i'm missing. i'm just missing _____. and it's a very bad feeling. or maybe i'm not missing anything i'm just becoming sadder. less exicited about things, more serious, maybe even slightly jaded. sometimes i feel like i'm making myself feel happy about things cos i just dont like being so indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i must say i've been eating nonstop since school started. like i can just eat and eat and not feel full so i eat somemore. my money depletes dang fast. and its not like sch food is v ex. it's just that i eat a lot. and all around me the girls are like saying they're fat and they dont wanna eat too much so they're making me feel like i'm even more of a pig. but i cant really be too bothered cos eating is too tempting. haha sick i sound like a glutton. but nvm i gonna go find stuff in the fridge now. byyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110766000606570349?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110766000606570349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110766000606570349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/02/ziiiit-no-not-daoing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110717956848707624</id><published>2005-01-31T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:02:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh womannnnnn. are yu going to keep daoing me.&lt;br /&gt;call me! : ( lets hope ur mum hurry get her period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrist is grrr.&lt;br /&gt;juniors having tourny.&lt;br /&gt;seriously considering ponning sch to watch sc match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh i think i'm too friendly.&lt;br /&gt;why do pple keep pranking me.&lt;br /&gt;fine -black face- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey we seriously gotta move.&lt;br /&gt;discuss new blog addy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people does it take to power a lightbulb? one. lim xinyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hyper thru out the whole afternoon now i'm super shagged.&lt;br /&gt;shall sleep early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110717956848707624?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110717956848707624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110717956848707624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/eh-womannnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110709677840987202</id><published>2005-01-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:52:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nat please dont be angry&lt;br /&gt;i'll find you tmr and we'll have a proper talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend at pulau ubin with ODAC [my new cca! after i quit hockey] was quite was fun stuff. made friends.. gossiped, found out some news, missed some people ya ok zit i know you want to be mentioned ok i missed you and we cooked our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha max is gonna have a fanclubb. so weiird. telling clarissa tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told nat the term two secret. she doesnt believe! eh nat dont run away from me tmr hor. OK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talked to ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110709677840987202?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110709677840987202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110709677840987202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/nat-please-dont-be-angry-ill-find-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110705690679812853</id><published>2005-01-30T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:19:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 3rd consecutive entry.&lt;br /&gt;close to 2 now. i cant sleep!&lt;br /&gt;screwed up biological clock. it thinks i'm a cat burglar or smthg.&lt;br /&gt;keeping me up at this unearthly hr bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking with cheegake earlier on and we were playing this wierd game&lt;br /&gt;that goes smthg like this..&lt;br /&gt;me: [fill in with classmate's name] is wierd cos..&lt;br /&gt;cg: she wears red underwear on mondays.&lt;br /&gt;me: [fill in with classmate's name] is wierd cos..&lt;br /&gt;cg: he likes to fiddle with his leg hair.&lt;br /&gt;me: cheegake is wierd cos..&lt;br /&gt;cg: she has 2 email adds.&lt;br /&gt;me: ziting is not wierd cos..&lt;br /&gt;cg: she is funny sweet drop dead gorgeous. [hehe this is my entry. i am entitled to put anything down. fact &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; fiction.]&lt;br /&gt;and basically we went down the class list.&lt;br /&gt;haha. damn nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw darling i'm v sorry i think we might have to move this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;urgh i think i do things w/o using my brains sometimes damnit.&lt;br /&gt;and we've gotta change our layout.&lt;br /&gt;i know its my work of art and yu love it but even its creator admits that its a fugly eyesore so lets try surfing for smthg k.&lt;br /&gt;siannnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;so utterly boredddddd i shall do this stupid questionnaire. [partially koped frm eu and my cousin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish: for world peace. and that my bro can pee properly INTO the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want: wassup back. and a new racket. and faitho's paul frank jacket. and a watch. and that espirit wallet. okok stop it. this is not my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love: myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you most scared of: now? getting sucky marks for o's. TOUCHWOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you best at: singing. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your house is on fire, what is the one thing you would bring out?: yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you like the same person your best friend likes?: depend on whether my fren has staked claim on him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? hahaha. is this a rhetoric question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why was peter piper picking pickled peppers? cos mrs piper wont pick it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who would you save if your wife and mother were drowning and you could only save one?: mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2004. [well and a bit of 2005 since i did this quiz late]&lt;br /&gt;-Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;No. and yes i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did anyone close to you give birth? Um. not that i rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did anyone close to you die? NOOOOOOOOO. TOUCHWOOD TOUCHWOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What countries did you visit? China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Time and finance management. More confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Ums. oh man. hell lot. march 11 and june16. for obvious reasons : )&lt;br /&gt;april 1. not cos it was april fool. but i still wish it was one big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;uhh none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;uhh too many to name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh yes yes!! rolled down the escalator and now i have 3 parallel scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;end of o's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. i dunno bout that. but cranberries' i cant be with you reminds me of ms fugly. and by some odd reason Jamelia's superstar reminds me of monkey girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;i.sadder.&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;br /&gt;fatter!! gah.&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;richer. collected moneh from aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;nah. not love. crushes yar wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;arnd 300. one for each night. but break for public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm. powerpuff girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;heyhey. hate is a pretty strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;that faye wong rocks and i wanna be nic tse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;umm. lotsa stuff. too many to elaborate. but thanks for everything : ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;umm. lotsa stuff. too many to elaborate. owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. how can i ever forget. collected: last of prelims results. elly and eu's lovely presents. which included a porn mag. one of our few clique outings with the whole clique present. celebration at Jack's place with char tang nina glor ying bessie max wendy ling and breejit [and ** *** girls heehee].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Huh. uh nothing neon yellow or fluorescent blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;this sounds cheezy but its true. my family and frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;i'm an ignorant foolish ass who doesnt get stirred by political issues. and most certainly not by LHL becoming PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;wassup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who was the best new person you met in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;new?! haha. omg. i actually have a person in mind but not going to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Dun take pple for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I dream about sex&lt;br /&gt;And all night long I think about sex&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I think about sex with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;All day long I dream about sex&lt;br /&gt;And all night long I think about sex&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I think about sex with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, I'm a love machine&lt;br /&gt;Get it twenty four seven, call me any time you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok serious serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call my friends&lt;br /&gt;For they might wake me from this dream&lt;br /&gt;And I can't leave this bed&lt;br /&gt;Risk forgetting all that's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide And I won't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is tiring. and i bet no one has the patience to read until here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleepppppp. nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110705690679812853?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110705690679812853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110705690679812853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-my-3rd-consecutive-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110696552308511372</id><published>2005-01-29T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T10:25:59.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup its elly's turn to blog but since dat girl is in pulau ubin now&lt;br /&gt;so i shall jus blog a second time.&lt;br /&gt;WOMANNNNNNNNNN i need ta talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reading eu's blog has made me realise how out of touch we are.&lt;br /&gt;oh farkid we need to go back to rg.&lt;br /&gt;and study in our north pole classroom.&lt;br /&gt;and go for toilet breaks every block.&lt;br /&gt;and play stupid tricks on teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and tell racist/dirty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and go for 496746hr long lunches.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. its been 1 mnths and i still cant stop this nolstagia thingy.&lt;br /&gt;wad is wrong with yu wang ziting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of 496746hr long meals, went for dinner at KAP with class yest.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. wad to say arhs.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda different la. frm our dinners and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;aha. ling's fave word. click. i cant click with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anw as usual my brain goes to sleep near midnight and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i start talking rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant believe i actually told bout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seriously, its over BUT its jus the itchy mouth syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i mean having her name at the tip of my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm. nothing much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff's jus kinda boring now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with the chem lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;anw shall intro yu to cheegake one day!&lt;br /&gt;shes typical CO cute.&lt;br /&gt;like faith cihan and shiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks i still have the blogger's block.&lt;br /&gt;eh call me when yu get back to mainland.&lt;br /&gt;haha that sounds wierd.&lt;br /&gt;k i need to shit : )&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110696552308511372?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110696552308511372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110696552308511372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/yup-its-ellys-turn-to-blog-but-since.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110648971353894451</id><published>2005-01-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:15:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elissa james!! i declare this yu and wenyi's fault!!&lt;br /&gt;anw i've gone ahead and done it and i'm SEVERELY TRAUMATISED.&lt;br /&gt;scarred beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;i need THERAPY. i need COUNSELLING.&lt;br /&gt;quote bro. "why did yu spend so much money on your hair when yu look exactly like it when it's wet."&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;and the colour's so much lighter the ngeow chem tcher's confirm going to be on my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orite eu : ) fine we shant go on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;budden all the entries are so boring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;[bet elly will protest. &lt;i&gt;only zit's wad.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;anw we gotta meet up!&lt;br /&gt;only after my hair is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;see yu 10 mnths later : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110648971353894451?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110648971353894451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110648971353894451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/elissa-james-i-declare-this-yu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110640865484084413</id><published>2005-01-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:48:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har. no la. i'm not. i'm just sick.. slightly only. and maybe just a little lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair! like to short. after i showed them on friday i decided i couldnt live with it being so thick behind i went to thin it much much more. so now it's shorter still. i'm fine with it. i think i look weird when i wear hairband. but no choice.. my fringe irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit wants to go on a hiatus.. again. the last time it didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;i think this time it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tiiiired. chere said at the humans party i looked down. wooah it can be seen! ok i was just a teeny bit muddled inside. uh oh. i hope nothing is happening to me. that'll be quite dumb. and so weiird. what am i going to do?? especially after i'm in my stable state after all my hardwork. but it was really cool tho.. and i couldnt help it.. oh no. i must start making an effort to make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zit dosent have a sense of humour anymore. i must tell you ppl her joke in school. at least she said it was a joke. cos after the punchline i was waiting for a while then i asked her to say the whole thing again.. lousy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. wah lao. i really sound like my life is boring. lemme recount..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday night&lt;/strong&gt;: humans party which was not bad.. but sometime halfway i found myself missing my og quite badly. food was ok. teachers were friendly. seniors was great talking to. other classes ended up mixing around. played bloody knuckles with a large group of ppl from both my class and faith's. that was pretty fun. the guy beside me called Rich [yea real name no kidding! just Rich!] was quite nice actually.. cos i was supposed to get knocked and i drew 10 hard knocks and i was gonna get hit by my guy classmate[ow]. then Rich was arranging the cards then he said "aiya ok pick again the top one the top one! come on!" so i really did and it was 2 soft knocks. yea so i got off dang lightly. then met senior class.. i have nice seniors.. then sent daryl home in car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday: &lt;/strong&gt;i cut my hair! yea man i was quite exicited.. but it was like really ex.. quite heart pain but nvm. then met wenyi gin and faith at heeren.. aiya i miss gg out with them.. it was so rushed la. ok then gina left and zit came and we had lunch at nydc. then we told faith and wenyi that tobasco and salad dressing mixed together had a exothermic reaction and we tried it out and they were really enthralled so it was all quite good fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so nice i ditched my og for the whole afternoon for them. i originally told samantha i'll meet her at 1 to get the stuff and prepare with her and clarissa.. but then how often get to see the 413 ppl now man. but felt bad for ditching og la.. ok next mtg i go early and help. after lunch i made my way down to my ogmate's ulu house deep in a forest [ok not really but it was v ulu] in clementi all by myself. then had lotsa fun.. we had steamboat! that was v successful leh! and zhi tong was singing to the cat that was sitting on the neighbour's window sill on the opposite block. and whenever he started singing the cat would turn and STARE at him then after a while it would zhao into the house. hahaha wah lao i laughed like mad. so funny la. then we watched the first part of white chicks that max recommended. ok i thot it was gonna be v trashy cos that guy really loves trashy shows like kungfuhustle [!]. haha ok its full of rubbish la but its v funny.. white chicks. havent finished watching gonna continue next og meeting during cny prob. then we all went home at bout 10.30 in a big bunch that slowly slowly dwindled to just ME. saad.&lt;br /&gt;quite a happy day friday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today:&lt;/strong&gt; today went to sentosa for the odac orientation thing. played games got to know some ppl. haha i went late. i think this is the first time i'm late for anything official.. felt quite awkward at first until i realised all the ppl aroudn me were latecomers as well.. that was like 30 ppl. then i realised none of my friends were late.. so i went to thick skin and started talking to this sc girl who was quite nice but super unlike clarissa man. then another sc girl came late and then we three sort of started talking to each other. and then in the end i sort of stuck to the second one more after that. similar interests la.. we both like chocolate etc..&lt;br /&gt;oh man i must talk abt this there was this station at the beach which was captain's ball. then i went to be the captain. then they used a tomato as the ball. ok that was was gross after a while when it started leaking and my t-shirt had orange spots when they threw it at me. then after that they switched the tomato for a papaya! and that too ended up on my shirt cos when the guys throw they dunno how to judge the speed so it goes WHAM at me and the thing is so slimy and i cant hold properly so it ends up on my shirt. disgusting man.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt stop there. guess what they swopped the papaya for? RAW CHICKEN. yea man i'm not kidding. it was a white raw headless chicken that was taken out of the fridge this morning. it was SICK. and of all things i had to be captain so i had to catch the dang thing. can die. its like squishy and sick looking and is rough and slimy cos the sand stuck to it. really disgusting. then after the thing max still dare ask "how was it?" woooaahhh sound so innocent huh. then after i complained about the sick chicken he still can say "its damn fun la!! i bet its the only time you get to throw chicken around!" yea so exciting. i really want to do it again man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but ok la it wasnt too bad.. like quite ok la. and our groups were so big somemore.. ok then i reached home and bummed around did some work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liddat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite eventful la my weekend huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is so long. i'm gonna sleep. niiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110640865484084413?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110640865484084413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110640865484084413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110623376631839229</id><published>2005-01-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:09:26.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooooo. ok i guess i'm due to blog.&lt;br /&gt;this week's been kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;earliest i reached home was 8+ waddaheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghs. really v v v pooped.&lt;br /&gt;jus spent 1 hr washing the hair spray off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;shucks charissa really wasnt exaggerating sia.&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day with gross sticky hair.&lt;br /&gt;and my fingernails were like so black la.&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a freaking chimney sweep.&lt;br /&gt;took so long for the water to run clear lor.&lt;br /&gt;all the efforts i go to for the chem teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and she din even look at me lor tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw darling thank you so so so much for the card and chain.&lt;br /&gt;v v v pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;love ya so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this isnt really a proper entry. i'm really v v v tired.&lt;br /&gt;blog another day. nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110623376631839229?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110623376631839229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110623376631839229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/helloooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110584404697277883</id><published>2005-01-16T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:17:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay yay yay! photo time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/feaca69d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first crasher from hc on tuesday 11 jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/img050111-104907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more crashers from hc!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;haha see jan heng in the background??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/885d9b37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the three table mates in 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/img050112-112326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elly the paikia! taken in hc's toilet with the disgusting mirrors on wednesday 12 jan. its not my cam that sucks arhh!! its the lousy mirror that has so many spots.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. fun stuff.. following photos were terrible because somebody changed my cam's focus lens to nearsighted and i forgot to change it back so the rest of the photos turned out badly and my heart is broken. =( now i have a large number of pokai photos taken at hc and of my og mate's bday. so saaaaaad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity suggests we crash IJ! whoohoo! see mrs naidu.. happy stuff! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and zit. it wasn't the class locker you dumdum. it was the library locker! and it was on your bday after we tried doing hw in the library and because i didnt get you anything i said i'd do whatever you wanted me to do so you said ok stick your head in the locker and because i love you so much i did. what a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/ellylocker2tiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the pic. it's TINY so that you all cant use it as incriminating evidence HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i miss the stupid things we all did last time. woah mass changing. during recess the classroom all dark then at the back everybody wriggling about in their shirts to change and the lucky ones koped the cupboards. and i'm such an expert at changing already! cos whenever got pe in the morning i cannot wear pe attire whereas everyone else could.. must wear pref u whatt.. so the moment mrs naidu says "bye guys!" then i'll change into pe on the spot. and i'm so good at it already.. can do it super decently and fast! whoever needs lessons come to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. i talk too much rubbish. tmr is gerry's bday! I'M GONNA GIVE HER A SURPRISE! hoho! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110584404697277883?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110584404697277883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110584404697277883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/yay-yay-yay-photo-time-first-crasher.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110570279228895315</id><published>2005-01-14T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:57:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao i left school at 7.45 la. how to meet you for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i walk from sch to mrt in the dark all by myself feel so lonely already you still scold me. then infront got this disgustingly mushy couple acting all gooey and gross and making me feel worse. wanted to tell them to siam but scared the guy whack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked faith tsai they all go eat dinner together but all must go home leh. you think we ditch you!! my mum was almost pissed i reached home so late cos she bought dinner already and it was cold and i couldnt call you cos our bags were far far away from like 5 to 7.30 liddat and then when i could use my phone too late to call already cos you probably having dinner already whatttt. and i did call you! i called you so many times when i finally got into the train and my hands were free and you didnt answer. man zit you're scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are turning scary recently. i got the scare of my life yesterday online talking to og mate who was pissed with some other person and my og mate got so fierce and scary when talking about the person. maaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall shut up and stop being a brat. so people dont have a chance to be pissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy i think i made a horrific discovery today. and i was like really shocked and all jumbled up inside i dont know what to do or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stoned stoned stoned the whole day even during og bball thing. and i probably made them all irritated with me because i wasnt moving much and was so dead. then my ahbeng ogmate was so nice kept giving me chance and telling me to go for it and everything even tho he's in opp team. feeling v guilty now. i shall say sorry to them later.. during og convo tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what teacher picked me out of the entire class to answer the first question of the year. maaaan. i must've made a super bad impression on tuesday. &gt;( but at least he was nice about my answer he smiled after that. maybe he thinks i'm a nerd. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah and my mum is pms-ing at me now la yelling at me every few seconds to go down and do stupid things like picking up a freaking plastic bag from the floor which SHE dropped. i feel like crying and screaming dont know which one to do first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. goodness this entry so low self esteem. but really. i resolve to shut up and stop being a brat and a whiner. must thank gohzhixian for putting up with it during lunch. nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea my name is very long. and people have been calling me by every single one of them. even nicole and james. xiu qing is used too. i feel like i have split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am going to siam. zit call me la you're always busy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110570279228895315?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110570279228895315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110570279228895315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/wah-lao-i-left-school-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110562738066224274</id><published>2005-01-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:43:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus finished helping my mum with some name list thingy.&lt;br /&gt;nearly burst a blood vessel doing it.&lt;br /&gt;knn. curse all pple with fucking long names.&lt;br /&gt;so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and elissa james nicole siew ching yu are NOT forgiven either.&lt;br /&gt;yu ditched me liddat today and din even bother telling me LA.&lt;br /&gt;GRR. i will go and seduce ms fugly if yu try that again.&lt;br /&gt;haha that is if i can get past the 10m safety/buffer zone she put between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i din finish the gloria entry the last time.&lt;br /&gt;koped this from breejit's blog &lt;i&gt; haha and she as-hole man up till today we thought her flight was on thursday then suddenly nina got an sms saying it was on friday instead HAHA LUCKILY NO ONE BROUGHT STUFF TO SLEEPOVER MAN. GORILLA. you better come online often. i miss you already ): &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. hope ong jia jia comes back to singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw any soppiness i have seems to have faded off after crashing rj on tues and yall coming on wed.&lt;br /&gt;i dun miss yu babes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. fine i still love yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with class to dinner at newtons circus.&lt;br /&gt;after yu ditched me. AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;yu better have the decency to feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss the dinners at newton last time&lt;br /&gt;esp with the team.&lt;br /&gt;the 5 hrs eating marathons.&lt;br /&gt;the endless talking and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;class dinner was comparatively sian.&lt;br /&gt;but the tchs guys q funny la.&lt;br /&gt;got one time one of them msged the other to buy drink la.&lt;br /&gt;then guy B[the one that reminds me of my bro a hell lot] asked the guy A wad he wanted lars.&lt;br /&gt;so guy B said justea la.&lt;br /&gt;and guy B thought he meant just tea then he went to buy apple tea.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok damnit. it was funnier when he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin sent me this poem. freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;i like the little boy blew part the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnypoets.com/funnypoems.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnypoets.com/submit_funny_poem.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnypoets.com/income4poets1.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnypoets.com/websearch.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a little lamb&lt;br /&gt;Her father shot it dead.&lt;br /&gt;Now it goes to school with her,&lt;br /&gt;between two chunks of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,&lt;br /&gt;her clothes all tattered and torn.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,&lt;br /&gt;But Little Boy Blue and his horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;All the kings horses and all the kings men,&lt;br /&gt;said "Fuck him, He's only an egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the girls and made them cry.&lt;br /&gt;When the boys came out to play,&lt;br /&gt;He kissed them too, cause he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Jill Went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;to have some hanky panky.&lt;br /&gt;Silly Jill forgot her pill&lt;br /&gt;And now there's little Franky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Mother Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;to fetch her poor dog a bone.&lt;br /&gt;When she bent over&lt;br /&gt;Rover took over,&lt;br /&gt;And gave her a bone of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy Blew.&lt;br /&gt;Hey. He needed the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. farneh rites!!&lt;br /&gt;anw charissa dey all want to come crash tmr.&lt;br /&gt;urghs not tmr. long story.&lt;br /&gt;anw going to abandon them in tchs and let them get lost if they crash.&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss the team.&lt;br /&gt;dey're thinking of going back rg trng one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;see jiao lian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our entries are getting boringer and boringer.&lt;br /&gt;damnit. shant blog anymore unless i have interesting stuff to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110562738066224274?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110562738066224274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110562738066224274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/jus-finished-helping-my-mum-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110553984881026935</id><published>2005-01-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:24:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. wow zit should have taken lit. she made the previous entry so sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of crashing going on these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those stinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did an invaluable service to hwachong. i deserve to go down in hwachong history. i just contributed to student welfare in the greatest way possible. FREE stress-relieve. so fun. i shall go down another time and reap the fruits of my seeds [i.e more table soccer].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can truly say these days are the happiest and simultaneously the saddest i've been in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have so many meetings, partings, beginnings and endings turning up. it gets me in this flurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must say i like it. especially my little excursion to bukit timah today. in fact i think i loved it. i wanna do it again! i have the photos as well. =) and me in pinafore! for the first time in like 2 or 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new found love for the pinafore. i think i will change to pinafore in february or sth. yes yes cant wait so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still miss those stinkers. its such a weird feeling to be sitting beside them at lunch and missing them at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i must pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110553984881026935?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110553984881026935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110553984881026935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110545485671193442</id><published>2005-01-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:47:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey babe! so so so happy to see yu today.&lt;br /&gt;and the other 4869739 rg girls in rj.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao. yall+ri jus dominate 99% of the population lars.&lt;br /&gt;same case here with tchs and nygh.&lt;br /&gt;miss yall.&lt;br /&gt;wth i keep saying that these days.&lt;br /&gt;if yu told me in rg i would be liddat in hc i wont believe la.&lt;br /&gt;urghs.&lt;br /&gt;hormonal imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warming up to my class.&lt;br /&gt;nice pple.&lt;br /&gt;hc has a different culture from rg/rj but nice pple lars.&lt;br /&gt;but we're seriously in lack of shopping centres here.&lt;br /&gt;coro. crown. bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;happening sia.&lt;br /&gt;at least town is near lars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to miss gloria so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;dunno whether i should send off her plane on thurs not.&lt;br /&gt;wendy called and cried cos she said she din spend much time with glor&lt;br /&gt;even though they were in same class rite from sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;shit its q true.&lt;br /&gt;in the clique only nina was truly close to gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/bac4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110545485671193442?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110545485671193442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110545485671193442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-babe-so-so-so-happy-to-see-yu.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110536346013668595</id><published>2005-01-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:24:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello love&lt;br /&gt;ok thats very gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSULTED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i called zit and then she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE "EH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been ONE WEEK!!! AND SHE FORGETS HOW I SOUND LIKE. she dies on wednesday la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people in hc please confiscate the stnix uniform from her. i'm not gonna be seen walking around with her loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok its been a cool day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i met up with my dear darling OG in the morning and had quite a bit of fun&lt;br /&gt;then met up  with new class and we went to eat lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;then met up with dear darling OG again and we went out to eat&lt;br /&gt;then met up with ancient primary school friends from long ago while eating. i miss ben! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i did a lot of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to balloon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid zit dao-ed me the moment i told her i thought the gay was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe! my ogl was like "WHAT?!" when we gave him the pink pillow. so funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i quite like this week of school. where its so so so so slaaaacker because its just pure lectures. so we only have like 1 or 2 hours of lessons each day. and on wednesday i have completely NOTHING on. so i dont even have to go to school i think. i'm not sure. this is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok see everyone soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110536346013668595?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110536346013668595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110536346013668595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-love-ok-thats-very-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110534991330874958</id><published>2005-01-10T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:38:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elly yu naughty girl!&lt;br /&gt;i had to break the golden rule and edit your entry lars. &lt;br /&gt;-points below- &lt;br /&gt;its highly offensive gah.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. ehs our senior class one girl damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;from rg too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehs darling we might be crashing rj this week/next week.&lt;br /&gt;must bring us round k.&lt;br /&gt;our lectures are farking boring.&lt;br /&gt;bio head damn fierce. &lt;br /&gt;but din really hear her. &lt;br /&gt;too busy coughing my head off.&lt;br /&gt;piangs. ever since when we went gym lehs!&lt;br /&gt;i've been sick for half a freaking month. grr. &lt;br /&gt;and my cat's daoing me cos i dun dare touch her&lt;br /&gt;for fear of passing the cough to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw gin and cihan thinks that ms fugly is cute.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;i have good taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110534991330874958?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110534991330874958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110534991330874958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/elly-yu-naughty-girl-i-had-to-break.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110527710633747789</id><published>2005-01-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:27:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the world is in shambles when zit becomes sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok orientation was a blast. i wish it never ended. infact i'm so sore it ended now i'm feeling terrible not only because i'm missing the class but also because i miss my OG and we're probably never gonna be able to hang out so much ever again. URGH. i'll miss the two gays. they made me laugh. man i laughed till i cried.. they're majorly funny la. shoot i wish they were in my class then i can hang out with them and i'll never have another non-laughing day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe the good rgs juniors donated so much to my collection can it was the heaviest in my entire group whoo. nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i stayed out so late on friday night because we went for dinner and i decided i shouldnt push my luck and go out on saturday as well.. so had to cancel the date with eunice and zit. turns out zit was so terribly sick her dad also didnt let her go out. so nvm we're having another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want school to start. &gt;.&lt; ok my class is quite happening actually. funky place with good people.. quite a number of which i am already well acquainted with. but then its like oh the dread of having lessons and being with such highly accomplished people is stressful. i feel so dumb and lowly. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. and i am trying to forget the constant cloud that is hanging around me all the time. and it gets darker whenever i'm alone or at home.. and it starts working its effect and i get more depressed. i start thinking about how i'll probably never be able to talk to my old friends in the same way in a while.. and also how i'll probably never get married. i was rereading the past entries and i read the one which i was moping about me not getting married and i realised how terribly true it still is. oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really dreading starting lectures tomorrow. i have no dang idea what silas marner means. and i just found out that george eliot is a woman. oh goodness. what am i going to do. whats up with literature. if someone tells me now that hooper was so screwed up because he was gay and had a secret attraction for kingshaw but because kingshaw was straight so hooper wanted him to die, it wont be much of a surprise. just that it'll majorly suck because my o level essay will be out of point. choi. please dont let the teachers now how dumb i am. i'll probably shrivel up, crumble into minute pieces and then dissolve into the ground because i feel so terribly inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kim and i miss tsai i miss wenyi and i miss mel tan and everybody whom i see at school. i'm so thankful faith and denise are in like neighbouring classes in the same block. and we're having lectures together. i miss mel tan so much. she was terribly cute in her blue raincoat and blue umbrella that day. man. i must get photos from wenyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i gotta go. zit have fun in your class la. maybe you can find him and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok much love,&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110527710633747789?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110527710633747789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110527710633747789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110526795440276951</id><published>2005-01-09T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:57:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elissa james i miss yu too.&lt;br /&gt;reaading &lt;a href="http://overandoveragain.blogspot.com"&gt;ling's blog&lt;/a&gt; made me think bout rg so much.&lt;br /&gt;the fuckoffbitch clique table.&lt;br /&gt;eu's guitar strumming.&lt;br /&gt;spraying water at elly when she's peeing.&lt;br /&gt;holding an umbrella when i'm peeing so that elly cant spray water at me.&lt;br /&gt;the dirty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;basically everything larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading back our archives made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;check out our entries. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 25, 2004 [my entry]&lt;br /&gt;haha oh gosh. the pubes poem was damn funny. courtesy of cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Should I really shave my balls?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't, she'll surely bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Does she care how much I'll itch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the razor and lather up,&lt;br /&gt;Gawd that bitch is so corrupt!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she care that I could slip?&lt;br /&gt;Shave my balls and cut off my dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy now, hands don't shake,&lt;br /&gt;She'll call me "Stumpy" with one mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Pubes in her teeth she really can't bear,&lt;br /&gt;If I want some head... get ridda the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shave my balls all nice and slick,&lt;br /&gt;Did it up nice without one nick!&lt;br /&gt;"Feel 'em baby, they're so smooth!"&lt;br /&gt;"Take off your clothes, get in the groove!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me from our little bed,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sleepy, Baby... ain't giving no head!"&lt;br /&gt;She rolls on over and gives me her back,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off, I'm about to crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, it's breakfast in the sheets,&lt;br /&gt;I spoon her bites which she gladly eats.&lt;br /&gt;And I must confess I think it's fair,&lt;br /&gt;That her omelet was made with pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 23, 2004 [elly's entry]&lt;br /&gt;ziiitt. this is so saaad. our guestbook is now used for noting down links for projects. we have no lives man.anyway regarding your will - i dont feel so honoured. -_- AND I DONT FLASH MY UNDERWEAR TO YOU. YOU PEEKED &gt;p you biantai old woman. and the colours are nice. btw i'm am not wearing your underwear.. i bet they're all lacy and the support-your-stomach-so-you-dont-get-flab type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 25, 2004 [elly's entry]&lt;br /&gt;i have an announcement: during lunch zit suddenly said, "i am very disgusted by gays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 26, 2004 [my entry]&lt;br /&gt;elly dun take my words out of context.. i said I AM VERY cold. there is DIS GUST of wind blowing ED us. BY the way teoc* probably likes GAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 02, 2004 [my entry]&lt;br /&gt;so during amath the other day diana like totally freaked us out.cos we were performing our daily ritual of sharing one piece of choc bread then diana ate it and she was like omg there's magarine in it.and she looked super traumatised.so basically tsai and i thought that magarine was non-halal and we just fed diana something illegal.which about 39879359 times more scary than the pork floss blooper. and that stoopid woman said. i dun like magarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110526795440276951?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110526795440276951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110526795440276951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/elissa-james-i-miss-yu-too.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110493769396198770</id><published>2005-01-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:11:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;yes every morning i want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. yes i am very happy with my og they are cool people and its so funny and fun its great really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realise rgs is my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rather give up all the happy and the fun i'm having now and go back to my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because zit is hardly ever soppy when she called me just now i wanted to start bawling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss hanyin like crapsh*t. like OW i miss hanyin. i look at her photo in my phone where she looks terrible in everyday. and i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is another fat stinker. its horrifying how i cant see her at all everyday and hear her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy in my school&lt;br /&gt;but there is a gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with denise and faith was wonderful i was so happy i could've just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a term for this i have a term for this!&lt;br /&gt;we're having &lt;strong&gt;withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing about withdrawal symptoms is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they fade off after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110493769396198770?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110493769396198770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110493769396198770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110493562793658812</id><published>2005-01-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:43:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;omfg i miss yall so much ok. &lt;br /&gt;talking to eu on hp on the way to j8.&lt;br /&gt;yall know i'm not the type la but i really wanted to cry on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomg. I MISS YALL SO SO SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;i hate this makingnewfriends game ok.&lt;br /&gt;i've said the line &lt;i&gt;hi wads your name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a dozen times it feels like a bloody pickup line. &lt;br /&gt;zit is fucking depressed.&lt;br /&gt;and no its not PMS i had my period 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO KISS YALL IF I SEE YALL BABES!!!&lt;br /&gt;: (|)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110493562793658812?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110493562793658812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110493562793658812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110485312205316244</id><published>2005-01-04T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:38:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZIT YOU STINKER&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDNT YOU COME TO MY SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110485312205316244?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110485312205316244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110485312205316244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2005/01/zit-you-stinker-why-didnt-you-come-to_04.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110441767412839182</id><published>2004-12-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:41:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes zit i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday zit pulled me down to a gym in which we spent 6 hours. but only about 45 minutes was pure exercise. 2 hours was for lunch. and the rest of the time was zit frolicking in the dang jaccuzi in the girls toilet. i didnt get in because i got my monthly tidal wave. i thought it disgusting to share a jaccuzi with zit in that time but zit didnt seem to bother and insisted throughout the entire time that i should get in. i didnt in the end because i'm a good and considerate girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i must say that all this.. as in this whole month and probably the first few months of next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i'm getting dumped. like i'm losing the love of my life. and i no longer have my sense of security. or my happy days and things to make me laugh. i'm scared because now i'm seeing myself alone with nobody to back me up. and yes i know i'm going to be with a lot of people i already know. but it won't stop me from feeling lonely. i feel like this breakup is going to last and worst still never going to mend. i feel like the love of my life is walking away from me and does not really care because 'he' is going to find someone else to replace me. then i'll be left flopping around by myself and trying to cling on to something long gone. there is this dread coming and i dont know how to face up to it i just want the love of my life to come back so i can cry and feel safe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dread is coming next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110441767412839182?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110441767412839182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110441767412839182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes-zit-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110405447360843441</id><published>2004-12-26T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T17:54:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i'm 50% done with packing my room.&lt;br /&gt;next week marks last week of hols. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have smthg to confess.&lt;br /&gt;i am an avid reader of &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;despite the ultimate ah lian template my goodness she is hilarious man.&lt;br /&gt;since i've nothing much to blog bout today &lt;br /&gt;shall show yu one of this woman's entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was just wondering to myself the other day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when visitors come to my house, they always address Mr. Cloudy (my dog) in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would they know that Cloudy is an angmoh dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know he is white and whatever, but why do people speak to dogs in English baby talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, Cloudy is a tu sheng tu zhang de (homegrown) SINGAPORE DOG. Go on, speak to him in Singlish, he understands. For instance, when he stands on his hindlegs to look at us eating and scratching my beautiful leg in the process, my brother and I will shout at him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oei, you siao ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will quietly and politely reside to some distance from dinner table where he will wag his tail benignly while utilising his puppy eyes to great power and hope we throw a piece of chicken bone to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the vindictive siblings my brothers and I are, we usually compete who can make Cloudy angrier - i.e. by eating our food with ridiculous relish and wafting the delicious smells towards his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that till one day, Cloudy got angry and kicked my brother in the balls, so nowadays he is invited to the dinner table as a guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also wondering to myself, if I gave you a piece of Broccoli, would you speak to it in English? You possibly would, thinking the Broccoli is an angmoh veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scoff* You generalizing piece of shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I gave you a piece of Kai Lan, would you speak to it in Mandarin? You possibly would, just because the Kai lan has a Chinese name right? You think the Kai Lan cannot speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a PIECE OF NEWS FOR YOU! The broccoli and the kai lan is the same plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foodsubs.com/Photos/chinesebroccoli5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I speak English!" screams the indignant Kai Lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look! The beady things in the middle is the prepubescent broccoli. There, another useless piece of information for you, courtesy of Xiaxue!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. ok thats enough. &lt;br /&gt;go read her archives yourself. &lt;br /&gt;i'm off to complete my warcraft quest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110405447360843441?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110405447360843441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110405447360843441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110398780267235868</id><published>2004-12-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T10:10:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello it's christmas! happy birthday Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my presents werent too cool but nvm la my relatives were super sweet yesterday.&lt;br /&gt; my favourite was my cousin's other ahma she said "wah elissa ni xian zai &lt;br /&gt;piao liang le hor!!" yea she's cool she's cool.. the greatest person &lt;br /&gt;there hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes let me tell you all a story. its very sweet. actually it was the &lt;br /&gt;priest who told us today in his sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Once upon a time in Polynesia there was a young man who &lt;br /&gt;loved this maiden and he wanted her hand in marriage. They were childhood &lt;br /&gt;playmates in the past but he had left the village for the city during his &lt;br /&gt;adolescent years. The girl was abused by her family, did all the chores, &lt;br /&gt;never was allowed to groom herself, wore rags and never owned a mirror. &lt;br /&gt;As a result she was dirty, dishevelled and looked ugly. They grew up till &lt;br /&gt;they were young adults and one day the young man returned to the village. &lt;br /&gt;He met the girl and he knew he wanted to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an old tradition in Polynesia whereby when a man wants to marry &lt;br /&gt;a girl he has to pay her dowry to her family in the form of cattle. Negotiations &lt;br /&gt;with the bride's father would take place in front of all the villagers and &lt;br /&gt;they would settle for the number of cows based on the bride's beauty and &lt;br /&gt;worth. Because of this, people started to call women in the village a "three-&lt;br /&gt;cow bride" or a "five-cow bride". Never in the village's history had any &lt;br /&gt;bride been worth more than eight cows, as eight cows meant the bride was &lt;br /&gt;supremely beautiful and worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the young man told the father of the girl that he wanted to marry &lt;br /&gt;her, negotiations began. The villagers discussed the number of cows with &lt;br /&gt;the father and the father who had always mistreated his daughter just asked &lt;br /&gt;for one cow. The cow was to be brought the next morning to the father's &lt;br /&gt;house before he handed his daughter over to the young man. The man kept &lt;br /&gt;silent and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early next morning shouts were heard all through the village. Villagers &lt;br /&gt;peered through their windows and pulled open their doors. Rambling through &lt;br /&gt;the village was an entire herd of cows in their dozens, led by the young &lt;br /&gt;man. The bride's father was appalled and so were the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" they asked him. "Why are you giving so much for that girl who is &lt;br /&gt;almost worthless?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because I want her to know how much she means to me." &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna cry but that the entire church was keeping quiet and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;So you know cannot be stupid and bawl in church because that's what the &lt;br /&gt;tiny babies who need to pee when the sermon goes on for too long do. But &lt;br /&gt;its beautiful whatttt. i like it. ok so the priest said, "People ask why &lt;br /&gt;God would give His only beloved Son to bear the torture of being man and &lt;br /&gt;the torture from men. The answer is the same, because He wants you to know &lt;br /&gt;how much you are worth to Him. So we thank Him and we have a new hope and &lt;br /&gt;much joy because Jesus was born for us. Now this is why we celebrate Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again the entire congregation was silent and you sort of realise &lt;br /&gt;that the christmas presents, orchard decor, christmas sales, turkey ham &lt;br /&gt;and mistletoes all dont really matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ok i have something very cheem! This is to help all the people out there &lt;br /&gt;who are grieving in this time of parting. It's in chinese even. ARGH THIS IS IRRITATING BLOGGER SUCKS. i cant type it in chinese. fine so its hanyupinyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu4 zai4 hu1 tian1 chang2 di4 jiu3&lt;br /&gt;zhi3 zai4 hu1 ceng2 jing1 yong1 you3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada. thats way cool. you can all pay me your respects now and i graciously &lt;br /&gt;accept your thanks. bu ke qi bu ke qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho why am i so ego today. ok i admit i didnt come up with that. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was going to type a lot more but zit demanded that i call her back. &lt;br /&gt;so since i cannot type and talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i can continue now. i wanted to say that daniel ong said something to me on air! and it was something very cool! hahahahahaha cos you see he and grace chua were talking about kissing under mistletoes and how the tradition started blahblah. and then they asked "which local celebrity do you most want to kiss under the mistletoe?" so a lot of people replied saying taufik and a lot of people said daniel ong too!! great taste singaporeans. so i decided it was time to let daniel ong know that i think he's cool. even though i dont want to kiss him under the mistletoe but nevermind lah this is prob one of the few oppurtunies. so i msged in and i said "you dan!! You float my boat! -Lis" hoohoo the shortest form of my name i could think of cos cannot let whole spore know it was me who sent it what. so grace chua read it out and then daniel ong said "Well Lis, you rock my ship!!" OHH MAAANNN!!!! OOOOHOOHOO AAHAHAHAH I WAS HAPPY LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a cool christmas present. yes yes daniel ong is the greatest guy in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh zit sent me a singing card. like by MMS. almost died when it started blasting out. It goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frosty the snowman nanananananaaa, nanana nanannan, nananannaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;zit's brother: "stop it la"&lt;br /&gt;"Rudolph the rednosed reindeer had a very shiiny nose.. nana nananaa nan say hello! nanananananaa nanana"&lt;br /&gt;zit's brother: "mumblemumble stop it, both of you."&lt;br /&gt;"Nananna na"&lt;br /&gt;zit's brother: "shaddup la!!"&lt;br /&gt;"nananaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those who need to know, Rudolph never in his life said hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe its now zit's ringtone! which means when she calls me its going to play! hohoho how exciting. zit can try out for choir using it as audition tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightt i'm done. see you all hope you had a beautiful christmas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110398780267235868?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110398780267235868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110398780267235868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello-hello-its-christmas-_110398780267235868.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110394715317324150</id><published>2004-12-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:12:42.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;merry christmas everyone!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/DDsantatch.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun babes! go boogie the woogie &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/zitandelly/DDsnowman.gif"&gt;and dun get too drunk : (|) [although it seemed a little too late for ling who left an intoxicated and slightly mad xmas msg on my voicemail]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orite i'm going back to sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110394715317324150?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110394715317324150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110394715317324150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-everyone-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110381979323207796</id><published>2004-12-24T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:36:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i'm back and EVERYBODY'S GONE. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for hair to dry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck zit is a pervert. so loose. tsk tsk three people in a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said hanyin tagged! let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hanyin&lt;br /&gt;Comments: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO ZIT&amp;ELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zit. She is drop dead gorgeous. That is why she took 100 pictures of herself on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elly I am trying to remember if you slipped off the science lab bench in Sec1, but I don't recall anything. So you probably did a great job of pretending to stay on the stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have said something. Bye."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! i stayed on the stool. howcome hanyin loves zit but she doesnt love me. i think i am more lovable than zit what. maybe hanyin got swayed over by the cybersex zit offered. tsk tsk so terrible those two. a few days before christmas do bad things. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very hungry. and NOBODY IS ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's see what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a lot of tv in the morning. then pizza man came at 1.30 and i ate hawaiian pizza garlic bread and their WONDERFUL CHICKEN DRUMLETS. woah let me do some advertising. there is no better chicken in the world than pizza hut chicken. i can LIVE on pizza hut chicken day morning noon evening night my whole life. pizza hut chicken is beautiful. pizza hut chicken is addictive. pizza hut chicken can cure cancer. everybody please try pizza hut chicken so pizza hut will have booming business and set up more outlets and make their chicken very cheap so i can buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after the beautiful pizza hut chicken lunch we went to buy my brother's scouts stuff from scouts headquarters at bishan and then we went to ikea and ate swedish meatballs. then we came home and i watched a lot of tv. then came online. then family wanted to go jogging at about 10 in the park. oh trust me it's beautiful to go jogging in my park at night. i dont sweat AT ALL. now that's a first. and for some strange reason i have more stamina at night can run properly and no need to walk. maybe next year they'll hold 2.4 at night whoo that'll be cool we'll all get gold! then there's the outdoor gym where we tried every machine thing there. quite funky.. singapore govt is doing a great job in the you know SS thing upgrading and adding quality to neighbourhood hubs or whatever. and upholding healthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night sky today was lovely. orion's belt. and yes i still remember how to tell north from the stars! haha man 2 years ago in OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's not drying!!! =( and i'm very sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there's christmas gathering at auntie's house. haha and one cousin is teaching in VJ and another cousin is teaching in TJ and last christmas both were trying to get me to go their JCs. they think its delightful to have me in their class and me having to hand up homework to them and they can mark it. what to tell them tomorrow huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going off to eat. good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110381979323207796?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110381979323207796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110381979323207796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915248.post-110381446947124379</id><published>2004-12-23T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:12:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second blog entry in a row.&lt;br /&gt;i'm BOREDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;disturbing everybody on my msn list. &lt;br /&gt;as yu can tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: whoops sorry HELLO&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: i'm bored!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: lets have cyber sex!!!&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: aiyah zit stop being mad lah&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: what does your cyber sex consist of?&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: sticks FINGER OUT&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: ..............&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: and digs hanyin's nose&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: thanks i didn't know you provided nose digging&lt;br /&gt;              services&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: haha&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: i'm so bored!&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourm: i think my boobs grew bigger&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: no!&lt;br /&gt;hanyin: argh zit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;chingggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;my com sucks.&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;i suck too&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;wink wink&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHATS WRONG WITH YOU TONOIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU SO HORNY.&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm BOREDDD&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm LOST&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;is horny lo.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah.wassup for xmas?&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;Lack Of Sex Tension&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;any plans?&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;lost!&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;plans&lt;br /&gt;*[speakyourmind] hdg     sophomania.blogspot.com       [HDG] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pin the mistletoe to my pubes&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pretendtofly. says:&lt;br /&gt;WALAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. going to play pictionary with hanyin and diana. &lt;br /&gt;nite for the second and final time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915248-110381446947124379?l=ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110381446947124379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915248/posts/default/110381446947124379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ereuthrophobia.blogspot.com/2004/12/second-blog-entry-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>mrpea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
