<?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-6081003</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:14:24.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting Him.</title><subtitle type='html'>A bundle. A puddle. A big mess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-110000166242255138</id><published>2004-11-09T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:01:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://beautiblue.com/music/rockyourbody.mp3"&gt;rock your bodyi swearthe way you look tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/110000166242255138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/110000166242255138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110000166242255138' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109748243566721301</id><published>2004-10-11T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:13:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'VE MOVED. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109748243566721301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109748243566721301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748243566721301' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109739658841714018</id><published>2004-10-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T16:23:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hah. was at queensway just now.i just love going there. whee.i went to jurong regional lib on friday.oh man i must go there again.it's huge and nice and oh! nice. =) a thousand times better than queenstown.there's nth to do at home and today's the last episode.NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOthen what do i do on sat and sun nights?i want my show! zhang wu ji! zhao min!how can it end so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109739658841714018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109739658841714018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109739658841714018' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109724203573250879</id><published>2004-10-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:27:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kanasai. singapore. have you eyes?jerry ong cannot sing. no idol look.and david yeo is like a hundred times better than him-potential wise.and christopher lee was sooo terrible.i've got nothing to say.first it was jeassea and now it's david.who's the next? leandra?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109724203573250879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109724203573250879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724203573250879' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109722530348733075</id><published>2004-10-08T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:48:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! exams are over.but the mood isn't here.the mood's in the toilet.nature's calling. oops.oh man...i really need the toilet.backplaying checkers with kayda?bored you see.and euniceleck! =)if you are reading ah, which i doubt you willremember to give me the demos ok. haha. =).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109722530348733075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109722530348733075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109722530348733075' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109714285340075257</id><published>2004-10-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:54:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's our party time! sounds funny.okay. i don't understand why some peoplecan say so deceiving words when they knowthat part of their sentence isn't true. aye.anyway, the sylvester number one fan,yesterday i didn't blog, soHAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY. =)ahaha. oh man. social studies was quite =X.the source based questions were alrightbut the structured essays were terrible.well, i didn't study.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109714285340075257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109714285340075257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109714285340075257' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109686892636456218</id><published>2004-10-04T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T13:48:46.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah. chinese paper one was =Xand cest si bon is too cute le.downloaded it online. whoo! so nice!!!ren fu's voice is like............=)my mp3 had to go flat on me in the bus =Xit's our party time is a dumb song.tmr's geog and bio. wah. NO NEED TO STUDY.老师你们人太好了。。。一点压力也没有嘛。。。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109686892636456218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109686892636456218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109686892636456218' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109662817288219914</id><published>2004-10-01T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:56:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously. your expectations of us are too high.it's because we don't like maths (most of us.)that we're here. and it isn't as though our chem is like so shockingly good that you can riskone period of it even though a maths IS important.but you know, we can flunk a maths and do ourbest for all the other subjects. just don't count it in!we're afraid to ask questions becausequestions we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109662817288219914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109662817288219914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662817288219914' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109646655987707042</id><published>2004-09-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:02:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah. had one whole afternoon of a mathsover at siying's place.3 plus right shot to about 8.that's like 5 hours? ok.oh well. it's 10 now and i've just taken my bathi don't have to sleep anymore!but there's practically no homework to do;but tonnes of work to study.bleagh. bleagh. bleagh.i wish i had brains which function on the spot;and totally accurately.dream on, yeah. i know. =(.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109646655987707042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109646655987707042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109646655987707042' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109636838493391321</id><published>2004-09-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:46:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yueqi my dear old ahma.HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!sorry i didn't get you a present.it slipped my mind - totally.sorry yarh? =)any oh how, my chinese sucks.the mark was so terrible. i hate it.i don't like blockhead's expectations too.and why don't people have some patience?i don't get it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109636838493391321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109636838493391321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109636838493391321' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109600598021706366</id><published>2004-09-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T14:06:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haah. the english paper was so easy what.and what psg thing. sophia can do it for everyone.so many things to write and the formatis in a mess. what the. yikes. and i thought ronaldo'll turn out to be good.the second passage was shit.i mean if you want them to stop,jolly go TELL them to stop.it's not as if we can be middlemen.and 3s1's homework list is piled SKY HIGH.whoo! we can breathe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109600598021706366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109600598021706366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109600598021706366' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109584019522030788</id><published>2004-09-22T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:03:15.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay clara i love you! 多谢多谢啊！可是他的签名看起来有那么一些些的奇怪。无论如何，谢谢！！！=）。a maths test was alright. chem is =X. phy was ok.and tmr's e maths and chinese.this time no 理解问答 eh. 奇迹。and the song you're hearing now is R&amp;B's 多一天爱一点。the that sun zong can kick 仔仔 out of R&amp;B?he not happy she caught on the paparazzi with toro?please! give them their life yah!so what if you are their manager?you think you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109584019522030788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109584019522030788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109584019522030788' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109542249580252288</id><published>2004-09-17T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:01:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah. abseiling again tmr.i want to help the company but my palm hurts.how to hold onto the rope? argh.anyway.next week there's no tests at all please.not a lot of work to do please.why is the final year exam so soon?i'm dying. soon.and today i went to macs then qt library with eunice.a 25cent ice cream cone could have us laughingall the way from macs to the library.how miraculous. =).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109542249580252288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109542249580252288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109542249580252288' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109515389197543121</id><published>2004-09-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:24:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's an erased past.haha. my mood's been down recently.oh well. went to queenstown library with eunice just now.she's so funny can. one bowl of noodlesshe can keep drinking water.and the fishball issue. ahh. oh man.cannot believe. we did 11.2 haha.are we mad or what.got a few questions we were like o.o?!i haven't done the graphs!doing them later.we were like refugees sitting on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109515389197543121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109515389197543121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515389197543121' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109488779269244876</id><published>2004-09-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T15:33:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoho. i'm so honoured. oh well. i am liberal to say what i want to say.so oh well. not happy? not my problem.anyway. today was rather boring.but we were star gazing can.me and kayda went to chinatown.sian sian ladida.then we proceeded to junction eight.smart or what. saw so many stars.not a lot, but quite a lot for a day.first was 郭亮. haha. everyone was staring at himin kfc. we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109488779269244876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109488779269244876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109488779269244876' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109483071157333946</id><published>2004-09-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:38:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>新加坡金曲奖２００４１)最佳本地作词: 小寒 - 无底洞２)最佳本地作曲: 蔡建雅 - 夜盲症                   林俊杰 - 江南３)最佳本地编曲: 黄韵仁 - 无底洞４)最佳组合: 五月天５)最佳新人: F.I.R６)最佳唱片制作: 周杰伦 - 叶惠美７)最畅销男歌手转辑: 周传雄 - Dubbing８)最畅销女歌手转辑: 何耀珊 - 孤单旅行９)最畅销组合转辑: ５５６６ - 挚爱１０)COURTS 我最喜爱的MV奖: 波斯猫 - S.H.E１１)最具浅志本地新人: 黄义达１２)榜上风光奖: S.H.E１３)区域最受欢迎歌手奖:香港 -  Twins１４)区域最受欢迎歌手奖:中国内地 - 胡谚斌１５)区域最受欢迎歌手奖:马来西亚 - 梁静茹１６)区域最受欢迎歌手奖:台湾 - 蔡依林 １７)最佳演绎男歌手: 陈奕讯１８) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109483071157333946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109483071157333946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109483071157333946' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109482913668349290</id><published>2004-09-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:21:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry.sorry i accused you. sorry sorry.i scolded the wrong person.oh well. never mind then.and sorry i hung up on you.sorry. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109482913668349290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109482913668349290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482913668349290' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109464154597868535</id><published>2004-09-08T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:05:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey please. chemistry was like what please.and why is the whole gang like that?i mean. why try to fit in when you know you can't?no point in doing that, is there?you just don't click! oh well.some people take a lifetime to understand.so- why bother wasting time telling.oh please. guides tmr.hair above crest.totally white canvas shoessocks 4 fingers above ankle bonehumiliation only in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109464154597868535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109464154597868535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109464154597868535' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109462456423108282</id><published>2004-09-08T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:22:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yayy. i love my tablet. i love the wireless installation. =)so i must study real hard and do well[hopefully]for my final years so that my parents will not you know... -that the tablet wasn't a wrong choice.ahh. and this song is so darn nice.pan wei bo and angela chang.ahhhh. okay. today's chemistry was...-rather boring. as if understanding metals would do meGREAT help in the future.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109462456423108282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109462456423108282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109462456423108282' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109456448458217400</id><published>2004-09-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:34:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i totally cannot cannot stand some people.stop making yourself seem so pathetic please.let's cite a few examples. no. i shall be nice.-rolls eyes.oh well. i guess in beijing me and vania whole daywill stare at the posters we've hung in the hostelif they allow. ten days away from entertainment tvfrom my bed. from my tablet. from my trusty family.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109456448458217400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109456448458217400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456448458217400' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109438825132142702</id><published>2004-09-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:44:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah. if you are jealous, say so.food poisoning isn't that bad you know, for us.i think if it happened on you,wahhh! how long will it take for your stomach to heal.nine months? if you're really so envious.then say la. i mean. don't have to WHISPER.no need to tell the whole world thatyou use whisper yah. yucks.why must you, i mean two of you be such NAGS.stop making me disgusted.3 dances </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109438825132142702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109438825132142702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438825132142702' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109437053079023177</id><published>2004-09-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:16:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah. teachers, no happy teacher's day.look at the amount of homework you've given us.not a lot at all wah. =Xjust let me list it out. kayda, remember to do.1)biology tys2)作文一篇3)剪报两篇4)作业两课5)social studies source based6)a maths 10.4, miscellaneous 14.7)chemistry worksheet8)e maths final yr paper9)chemistry assignment 10 pg 1 mcq.10)community involvement programme11)study everything!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109437053079023177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109437053079023177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109437053079023177' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109401324882144637</id><published>2004-09-01T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:34:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at kayda's house nowusing my tabletwith xue tian shi on the tvahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!toro! jiteng!xue tong! wang yujie!whoos! haha. i hate e maths. =X.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109401324882144637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109401324882144637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109401324882144637' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109395905446244628</id><published>2004-08-31T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:30:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohhoo! the tr's day concert was HILARIOUS.correction- 4C2's item was hilarious.the npcc senior was damn funny can.mr loh clothes. mr loh walking style.mr loh's "a maths!", mr loh's blue box."KIT-KAT!" wah seh. i laughed my head off.kicking the floor and screaming and laughinglike some maniac. kayda too. siying too. vania too.wahahaaha. damn funny can."let's grooovvvve." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109395905446244628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109395905446244628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395905446244628' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109377927822292037</id><published>2004-08-29T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T19:54:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's alright. you can dao me for as long as youwant to dao me. i'm not going to be hurt.you can pretend that you don't know me at all.it's alright with me, do i look like i care? no.and you can just continue to do all the thingsand keep us in the dark. no problem.i don't mind at all. really. it was supposedly 4.now it's just 2 people, in a world of their own.it's OK. when we get over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109377927822292037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109377927822292037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109377927822292037' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109368545642284301</id><published>2004-08-28T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T17:30:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>仁甫, 生日快樂!!! =].</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109368545642284301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109368545642284301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109368545642284301' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109367592629801580</id><published>2004-08-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T14:52:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho.Arts Awareness Day is like so totally totallyinteresting. interesting my foot canthe tablet pies like a thousand times more fun.but still the dance marathon hyped me up.mrs gam was good onstage.  i was high like nobody's businessme Joanne kayda yinxi melinda yunjia-tang and ebelwere..the only people from 3s1.the rest of the world? sleeping?hello.so fun!me were rather dead at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109367592629801580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109367592629801580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109367592629801580' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109361549628298514</id><published>2004-08-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:04:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. using my tablet now-using the "pro" stylus penaaah. I love my tablet. I just have yet to figure out where the Chinese thing is.I want to type chinese words!-tomorrow: AAD-and tomorrow :HOMEWORKshould I bring the tablet to school?then we can blast music when teachers have yet to arrive!can watch the concert and the music video online too!how freaking cool is that?he. this tablet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109361549628298514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109361549628298514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361549628298514' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109352262224300590</id><published>2004-08-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T20:17:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo! lalala. i got 27 for e maths. =Xcould have attained an 'A' if i hadn't beenterribly careful in checking my paper.i mean there's like SO MUCH time what.two hours for the paper is completely enough.okay. stop blaming external factors.what's done, cannot be undone.oh well. kayda soh! so many shopsand the bag is still the same.i'm never shop-hopping again.and chicken rice-auntie rocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109352262224300590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109352262224300590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109352262224300590' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109333522530927559</id><published>2004-08-24T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T16:13:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yucks. my a maths was so shit i can...i don't know! but...23 is so shit. what the.arghh. i know. e maths is going to be just the same.good what. very very good. nehneh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109333522530927559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109333522530927559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333522530927559' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109326594787141539</id><published>2004-08-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:59:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoots. got back chinese and phy and chem.quite satisfied. but tmr's a maths...not too sure now? zhang yi ning rocks. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109326594787141539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109326594787141539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326594787141539' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109326445005014150</id><published>2004-08-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:39:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>name a song that:makes you very happy and hyper:-yin wei ai -j-starscomes from your favorite movie/tv show:-don't have one.is great to listen to in the mornings:-yuan you hui -jay choumakes you cry/sad:-i don't cry because of songs.helped you through a tough time:-ehhh...none?is so beautiful it makes you tingle all over:-yuan you hui -jaychougeneral:the first song you remember </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109326445005014150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109326445005014150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326445005014150' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109317579227034449</id><published>2004-08-22T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:59:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoots! jia wei you rock! even though you didn't win.you still rock. you did singapore proud. =)and woohoo! i love zhang yining man! she rocks.and the cazhuazha north korean woman was so irritating.never win...nanni nanni poo poo man. yes! so happy!i love zhang yining! she's so so cute and pro!alright...i'm madded already. yining!!!!!!!!!!! =)argh...i'm so against korea now...ftts...how? =</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109317579227034449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109317579227034449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109317579227034449' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109298807528928727</id><published>2004-08-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:51:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man. i think xiezhi shouldtake over shan wei as host. forever.they were so funny! there was renfu!and yida and xiezhi and li si song.oh man. i love it when there'syin yue jiao shi. so funny.and yida's lyrics had renfu.renfu's lyrics and xiezhi's lyrics...left me...promptly speechless?damn funny. hand shaking and everything.what's up with them? and xie zhi was so cute!oh man. and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109298807528928727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109298807528928727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109298807528928727' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109292607106708716</id><published>2004-08-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:44:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. so high. yin wei ai mv is soo...cute.zaizai is damn chio. cyndi's damn sweet.and cyndi sang jian ao with k-one.oh man. i didn't even know. chio chio chio.okok. hopped over to kayda's house with melissa again.madded situation it was.we were watching the wholeqiao jie li sing 因为爱.and oh man. renfu! yahyah. haha.then it was snow angel time! oh man.the show was...oh man. nice! but...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109292607106708716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109292607106708716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292607106708716' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109282910906241805</id><published>2004-08-18T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:38:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! common test is over!and this week's issue of i weekly.the write up on jay made me like him so so much. aw.he rocks alright. he was going to get his grandma to starr in the mv!gosh! so sweet! okay. after the lit paper sheryl and geyi and renee playing badminton.and rachel chiang kept claiming she's ronald susilo.and he's playing against a thai guy now...and it's not going too well. =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109282910906241805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109282910906241805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282910906241805' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109263937904051848</id><published>2004-08-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:56:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e maths was enjoyable; but i missed out a few qns. time constrain!biology was alright; essay was okay =)a maths was alright too; but i screwed the front portion. careless mistakes.isabelle. open your eyes bigger. never be over-confident.wahha kayda. both albums are so nice! whooshs!geography and physics and chinese tomorrow.okay; go memorise geog and read phy and learn for chinese-;meaning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109263937904051848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109263937904051848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263937904051848' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109246889376147102</id><published>2004-08-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T15:36:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seriously think those teachers teaching ss should-1)go get new watches2)make new spectacles3)try completing the paper themselves4)get a new life;a new job.please never give us 45 minutes for a SBQ test which is-1)5 pages long2)inference aplenty3)full of un-chim wordsby the way, addicted to 我的地盤.i like the way he rolls his tongue! woohoo!oh wait. renfu was even cuter yesterday! ahhh! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109246889376147102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109246889376147102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109246889376147102' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109238043734092818</id><published>2004-08-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:09:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>national camp rocks. and it sucked big time too.some very very nice person STOLE my-1)mp3 player2)black nike track pants3)ten over dollarshello? the loss mounts like up to almost $200.what the what lorh. you are so considerate, so humble.you are not a loser what. so honest what.if you didn't have things you needn't steal, much less steal mine.you know what a big loser you are?you know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109238043734092818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109238043734092818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109238043734092818' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109205721148434558</id><published>2004-08-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:13:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yoohoo.oh man. national camp is tomorrow.and i haven't studied.it's okay. i will totally pass.the parade was alright. but singapore idol was...-funny-ridiculous-dick lee is so cute!-totally rubbish-they shouldn't just go after the pop genre.-ken lim is so funny. his eyes. whaha-oliverio whatever looks -_-.oh man. i was laughing like a hyena.oh man. and i haven't studied. one chp for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109205721148434558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109205721148434558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205721148434558' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109178566272937263</id><published>2004-08-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T17:47:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the concert was rather boring. last year we were high like nobody's business.oh well.i guess it takes time. let time act. blah. load of rubbish.kayda and i decided to take 198 to jurong point.rotted on the front seat of the double deck for about an hour.wah. it was nice and everything. until. so immature nanhua lower sec boys had tocram the bus and talk in their want-to-break-haven't-break </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109178566272937263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109178566272937263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178566272937263' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109171240755546662</id><published>2004-08-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:28:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think you should just solely pursue your own life yah?haha. today was a boring day. ms saifa is not as bad. she's got funny expressions.the geography test was such a breeze i think i would have floated. my foot.chinese was a drag. and why does she only own two hairclips? aye.teacher's day coming up right? i'll see what i can do.blahhh. this is totally the best. everyone gets to hand in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109171240755546662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109171240755546662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171240755546662' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109153518110611052</id><published>2004-08-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:13:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;&lt;再見過去&gt;&gt;``黄湘怡.下過雨後 我大口吸著清新空氣 今天以後 要努力做全新的自已 過了  限期  不再可憐兮兮 承認你已經 從我的世界走出去 回家的路 我夢 見一望無際花海 真的感激 又看得見大然美麗 不再哭泣 才能夠看 得清晰 我真的懂了 再也不會自暴自棄 再見過去 我們的足跡 相信  印記將隨時間淡去 那段 相遇 心動 熱戀 分離 我不會否定 因為它  是我成長的日記 下過雨後 我大口吸著清新空氣 今天以後 要努力做全新的自已 不再哭泣 才能夠看得清晰 我真的懂了 再也不會自暴自棄  最後一次回頭看才明白 原來傷心是旅程中必須經過的小鎮 離開後  我更勇敢 再見過去 再見我和你 勇敢說再見就有勇氣繼續 會有  新的發現 新的經歷 新譜的戀曲 原來我喜歡 這樣的自已 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109153518110611052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109153518110611052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109153518110611052' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109153397558910157</id><published>2004-08-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T15:37:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stella rocks. pei fen rocks! =).got pei fen to auto and take picture with me. haha.and some people...happily SNATCH eight bucks from my hand never say thanks ah.it's my money by the way. not yours. get your filthy hands off please.you never spoil your reputation at all what. it's so so good. *beams.and look at people's banner your problem? not happy?have to be a thief and SNATCH it away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109153397558910157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109153397558910157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109153397558910157' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109119318218692682</id><published>2004-07-30T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:13:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kayda...your comp got feud with blogger is it?go there so difficult to navigate around...oh well. our stella banner is nice yeah? melissa and kayda?so girly and flowery. no wait-retroish. and very very starrystella will become starry-eyed. haha. rubbish.oh well...sigh. i don't want to go national camp le.come back le next day STRAIGHTAWAY common test!three subjects in a day...i won't fail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109119318218692682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109119318218692682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109119318218692682' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109093051372787861</id><published>2004-07-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:06:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently addicted to: LMNT //hey juliet ahhhs. that song damn nice. and guys are just pigs please. they don't understand a simple phrase as such, "showing concern for a friend" they brush it off as nosiness. hello. who's the one with the long nose? pinocchio's male, isn't he? show me he's female then. rubbish. sheesh. double sheesh for you man. want to add cheese? whatever. pissed me off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109093051372787861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109093051372787861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109093051372787861' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109083445570754667</id><published>2004-07-26T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T17:34:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yinxi...is not crap at all...mr lee...is not rubbish at all...anna cheng...is not boring at all...binomal theorem...is not shit at all...physics. chemistry. biology...not difficult at all...ahhhh. i hate school life. monday's such a drag.i miss liu yin. zhang li. wang shuai and sun yu! and zhang lao shi. =).and arhhh...i wanna fly to beijing now. cannot stand school.physics test was shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109083445570754667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109083445570754667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109083445570754667' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109058383048903548</id><published>2004-07-23T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:57:10.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another of those lame quizzes =).information//about1. name: isabelle2. single or taken: single3. sex: female4. birthday: twenty-three two5. sign: pisces6. siblings: 1 younger brother and 1 younger sister7. hair color: black8. eye color: black9. shoe size: six i think. 10. height: short short short!11. favorite food: don't make me think. i'm damn full now12. hometown: singapore. duh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109058383048903548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109058383048903548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058383048903548' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109058230500202260</id><published>2004-07-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:31:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo! i guess no one's reading. so sad.and anyway. yvonne and samantha are damn sweet. =).and zhang li's at my house now. she gave me a present just now.now what do i get her? and how? oh shat. if i were to make somethinga bit too late right? but i'm currently broke. cause of all the going out.waillllsss. how how. i shall bring something from s'pore for herwhen i go to beijing in november. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109058230500202260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109058230500202260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058230500202260' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109042125638964998</id><published>2004-07-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T22:47:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today. wah. total betrayal. except for vania.what is that lorh. it's not obvious at all. even liuyin and mao mao they know.correction. they all know. not bad not bad. it's not embarrassing at all.and why bother walking that who-knows-how-many-miles routeto that freaky place called satay club or something when.1) the satay is like totally unbitable OFF the stick.2) the bread that goes with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109042125638964998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109042125638964998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109042125638964998' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109033425758280718</id><published>2004-07-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:43:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realised how sweet and loving my father is. he really has the patience. if you were to get me to wait for someone. not for 5 minutes, not for ten, not for an hour, but two and a half. would you lose your cool? would you scream your head off? i would. but...my father...he's plain sweet. he waited. my mother said she forgot his number cause she didn't bring her phone with her. i mean. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109033425758280718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109033425758280718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033425758280718' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109031355755853263</id><published>2004-07-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T16:52:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo. yay. got 17 for both maths tests.but for the ones next week. don't. even. think.yeah. and errr. i'm going to flunk bio. and chemistry.and we're going to the esplanade tomorrow.wahhh. let's go to the esplanade library baby. hahawhat was for lessons? i know everything was boring.binomal theorem's like the most uncomplicated thing what.not complicating and long winded at all.exchange</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109031355755853263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109031355755853263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109031355755853263' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-109023661400962213</id><published>2004-07-19T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:30:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahahas. sunyu's so cute. keeps calling me. isa-bellleee!okay. funny funny. little india was rather...indian.it is indian. supposed to be anyway. haven't blogged for quite long eh.and i think i won't be able to survive if i ever visit india.and...bahh! we have to perform when we get to beijing.now where are all the rotten bananas? arghhhhhhhh!!!oh well. have to ask mr lee for consultations. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109023661400962213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/109023661400962213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109023661400962213' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108981126808757011</id><published>2004-07-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:21:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo! i'm finally blogging. jessica keep saying i never update.mwahaha. but then. i'm so stressed. okay. they're going to see us.we're going to see them. TOMORROW! oh man...what are their names going to be like?and paula arh. you liked the present? very ahdi-ish horh. hahayour favourite anyway. so i guess it's alright.and yarh. wah. not a lot what. 4 tests in 5 days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108981126808757011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108981126808757011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981126808757011' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108936059891821132</id><published>2004-07-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:09:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just realised i haven't blogged for like...this week?oh well. e maths test. a maths test. chemistry test.chem wasn't that bad actually. =]mole concept. moley moley moley.everyone was so anxious about the a maths test.all i know. i screwed the first question. *wailsi'm darn bored. and there's no homework this weekend at all man.so totally no homework. there's still oral. can i strangle the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108936059891821132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108936059891821132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936059891821132' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108903505527829391</id><published>2004-07-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:44:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! thanks kaihui for this skin. =]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108903505527829391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108903505527829391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903505527829391' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108877466234626633</id><published>2004-07-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T21:24:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahaha. i don't like this stupid new term. so irritating.new physics teacher. which is. no comments.then new chinese teacher. KNS. i am so used to zhaofang ask me how to change?but these two weeks-anglaypheng. she damn funny lorh.but then it's going to be that new teacher. miss tan? china-fied man!went to orchard with eunice and pat today. then candice!and that eunice leck. choose one pouch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108877466234626633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108877466234626633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877466234626633' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108868058873957193</id><published>2004-07-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:16:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>孤單北半球用我的晚安陪你 吃早餐 記得把想念存進撲滿 我 望著滿天星在閃 聽牛郎對織女說要勇敢 別怕我們在地球的兩端 看我的問候騎著魔毯 飛 用光速飛到 你面前 要你能看到十字星有北極星作伴 少了我的手臂當枕頭 你習不習慣 你的望遠鏡望不到我北半球的孤單 太平洋的潮水跟著地球來迴旋轉 我會耐心地等 隨時歡迎你靠岸 少了我的懷抱當暖爐 你習不習慣 E給你照片看不到我北半球的孤單 世界再大兩顆真心就能 互相取暖 想念不會偷懶 我的夢通通給你保管 whee! i love this song! and i totally cannot stand physics.and chinese! anglaypheng very funny. =]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108868058873957193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108868058873957193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868058873957193' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108849541549296700</id><published>2004-06-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T15:50:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kayda, feng yun bian se is : wind cloud change colour!wah. so funny. haha. deng ni ai wo.i do one and you do one. then we compare. =]deng ni ai wo [direct translation]:wait you love meyou look at me, ask me if i didtreat you as, my very best friendi nod my head, but don't know how to, say, i don't want to just be your friendwait you love me, my heart turns very warmevery look, it's as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108849541549296700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108849541549296700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108849541549296700' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108825419486644607</id><published>2004-06-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T20:49:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>p e o p l e a r o u n d m eYour mum is - practical.Your dad is - funny.Your sister is - irritatingYour brother is - a computer pro.Your crush/bf/gf is - special for who he is?Your grandma is - cute.Your grandpa is - quiet.Your teachers are - no brainers.----------------------------------.:: s t u f f t h a t i h a v e ::.Your school bag is - ACG! woohoo!.Your pencil case is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108825419486644607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108825419486644607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825419486644607' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108825331301687558</id><published>2004-06-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T20:35:13.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actually. these stuff can be pretty fun. but still.yah. i am bored. there's stuff to be done. but then.i cannot be bothered to go do chemistry and english le.so? I DON'T CARE. teachers. what can you do? nanni nanni man.1)Starting time: 8.23pm2)Name: isabelle3)Nicknames: belletan.belle.toiletbird.orbeet.4)Age : 15yrs 4mths 3days 5)Email: allzgone@hotmail.com6)Eyes: Black7)Height: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108825331301687558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108825331301687558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825331301687558' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108817208625437511</id><published>2004-06-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T22:01:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from kelly's blog. not the first time i am bored.so. oh well. here goes nothing.LAST PERSON WHO...x. Slept in your bed: me?!x. Saw you cry: hah i dunno. don't remember.x. You spent the night with: my bed. my bolster. my pillowx. You went to the movies with: daryl and my brother.x. You went to the mall with: renee.x. Yelled at you: eh. forgot.x. Sent you an email: jessica! the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108817208625437511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108817208625437511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817208625437511' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108816649457182035</id><published>2004-06-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:32:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. i wanna change template le.and...whee! today at jbp was slack man.wrote like a lot of a book. still remember sequence.write until me and renee both want to fall asleep le.AM ShowPM ShowBreedingB.O.PSeclusionT/HutHutH.W.MedicationOthersWork for tomorrowrenee! you remember not? haha. and everyone one of the trainers there verynice to us today. clarence remembered our names! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108816649457182035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108816649457182035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816649457182035' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108808461053156011</id><published>2004-06-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T21:43:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so shuang-ed after reading johannah's blog.yah. stand there looking like somewhat am i going to do? i don't know how to do...my foot. tent pitching. we do. tie some stupid knot we have to untie"i don't know how to do a square lash!""hello. you were taught how to do it.""but i...forgot." go recall your brains then.and i heard something totally pissing from priscilla.who is so dumb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108808461053156011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108808461053156011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808461053156011' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108799342135726110</id><published>2004-06-23T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:23:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jessica! Are you reading this? Send me the photos can?Those you took on the last day.Oh man. Wait. I need to go shit first. Shall type when I get back.Haha. I shitted! Shall not be so r[a]. Alright. Fine.Camp? Wahaha. Very funny man. It was quite -_-. But then, I can still force a smile.First things first. Patrol members. Want to say something.ReneeWell. Haha. Good to have you in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108799342135726110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108799342135726110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108799342135726110' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108756247638448298</id><published>2004-06-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:41:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. going pulau ubin tomorrow. and i feel likegiving miss angeline ng a good lashing. please.you know how much chemistry homework there is?it's like section a + section b + section c.you finish section b and you will be like "i don't want to do this anymore."crap chemistry. i have one more chapter plus a few morequestions left. and that's still a lot. oh man.i rather have more maths </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108756247638448298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108756247638448298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756247638448298' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108745244939261573</id><published>2004-06-17T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:07:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like Toro! in fanfics only. haha. the real him?must consider. anyway. thanks arh kayda.remind me to bring two empty cds for you horh.ayes. only managed to complete one more maths andone more chemistry and tuition homework.so i cannot strike it off the pathetic list. ARGH!i am so bored! and ahh. i want wanyu to show thejunjie-xinling love story again. so so so sweet!ahhhhhhh. people. go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108745244939261573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108745244939261573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745244939261573' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108730780050433553</id><published>2004-06-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:56:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! finished all my lit hw. and half of e maths.and half of english. and one quarter of chemistry. haah.and seriously. the cyndi and jj ying yue ai qing ju shiwas damn sweet. cyndi damn cute. jj damn damn cutethey very very very cutee! oh man. i was like ahhhhh!then it was sad for a while and the ending....sweeetttt! =]xi gua niu nai. watermelon milk. whee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108730780050433553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108730780050433553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730780050433553' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108719407290260101</id><published>2004-06-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:23:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want:the corrs - borrowed heaven.leAnn rimes - the best of leAnn rimes.lin junjie - 第二天堂.fanweiqi - 最初的梦想.F.I.R - F.I.R 飞儿乐团.wahaha. go hear 'endless road' by linjunjie.i think i should start saving and start spending on his album.i think his english is good.like. a thousand and one times better than toro or 5566.why? he's singaporean! i'm so proud of him! *beams. =]Endless Road</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108719407290260101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108719407290260101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108719407290260101' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108713721714320798</id><published>2004-06-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:33:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! haha. i got so tremendously hyper whennnnnnthey gave us a notice say we are going to pulau ubin!whee! the promise land. land of memories! pulau ubin!hmm. who's going. ahhh. not sure. me. bernice. lois. my brother. gary. samuel. wan de.aaahh i don't care le. ubin i sure go de. who cares about homework man?try to rush it all by friday. I don't care ahhh!by friday i will be too hyper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108713721714320798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108713721714320798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713721714320798' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108705282611248611</id><published>2004-06-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:07:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am bored. And I don't check Friendster. When I finally do.There's so much of these crap. But it's quite fun, right? Haah.Name: IsabelleHair color you wish you had: Black.Eye color you wish you had: I won't care, really.My own natural eye colour: Black.Favorite member of your family?: Love all the same.Fave color: Black.Fave store: I don't think of these...RIGHT THIS MINUTE...  Shirt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108705282611248611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108705282611248611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705282611248611' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108694396976029074</id><published>2004-06-11T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T16:52:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahey. harry potter was well. daniel radcliffe is gettingbetter and better looking. and emma watson. chioer as days go by.and ron was funny. but the whole show...the atmosphere was not there. unlike the other previous two.i think chamber of secrets was far better.that curay guy can't beat colombus man.i didn't like it because it does not have a clear content.as in people who didn't read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108694396976029074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108694396976029074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694396976029074' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108687516106522022</id><published>2004-06-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:46:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay fine. got so bored. decided to blog. hey! it rhymes.fine. whatever. i feel like going to zhui xiaoqiao and yanxingshu ehhahh. i mean look. the local people look so unfittingin the midst of toro.yanxingshu.huaien.xiaoqiao. i mean it's like. hello?!aye. it's a swimming show eh. so nice. church camp. benefittedjust hope i put all that i learnt into practice. and i miss-.aye. don't say. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108687516106522022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108687516106522022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687516106522022' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108686234398523596</id><published>2004-06-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:12:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to rejuvenate. did i spell it correctly?but i still want to. =]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108686234398523596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108686234398523596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108686234398523596' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108651471955012551</id><published>2004-06-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T17:38:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is blogging fun? aye. sometimes i really feel coming onlinewastes a whole lot of time. and really. big time waster.nisa. if you're reading. which i doubt so. GO UPDATEEEEi'm going to your blog to tag like siao now. haah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108651471955012551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108651471955012551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108651471955012551' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108635753236388671</id><published>2004-06-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:58:52.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally finished the camp booklet. what i could do at home.please. same old lame excuses. you're busy. and so i am not?this is a class effort and i am doing it alonejune holidays. haha. HOLIDAYS. my foot.1st week: had to go out everyday. can't my parents not take leave?busy enough as it is still have to go out with them. and the exchange programme thing also. one whole afternoonand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108635753236388671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108635753236388671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635753236388671' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108634096792528665</id><published>2004-06-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:22:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate gloves, agar, bacteria and surface sterilisation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108634096792528665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108634096792528665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108634096792528665' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108618804189604992</id><published>2004-06-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:57:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>female lead? someone wants to be. fine. shall let her be.kayda soh. female lead. in? haha. obviously in her dreams.but in reality, it would take A LOT to realise, maybe just a small role in somehuai en-fied show. haah. okay. whatever. didn't blog yesterday.shall recap. about? yah. what happened. nothing much basically.tuesdaywent to some place called bukit batok nature reserve in the morn. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108618804189604992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108618804189604992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108618804189604992' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108600179309367219</id><published>2004-05-31T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:09:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's so much to do and so little time. and i'm here again -slacking.by the way. shrek 2 is damn funnny. go catch it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108600179309367219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108600179309367219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600179309367219' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108592393977065438</id><published>2004-05-30T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:42:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel. ridiculously stressedit's the holidays and all. but there's so much work. so much to do. and so much catching up. with maths especially.homework is stressing me. the camp booklet is stressing me also.i feel depressed whenever i have to do maths.why? the number looks at me and it knows me. i know it too.but i don't know the question at all. whenever i am unable to do a question.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108592393977065438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108592393977065438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108592393977065438' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108590762893073303</id><published>2004-05-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T17:00:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was flag day. was doing it with moookkk. haha.no. chien ru la. we decided to go to bugis. which apparently.was a very wrong choice. so many people there cause there's a station there too.what luck. so anyway. we decided to hamtam and anyhow walk.walk walk walk also didn't really ask for donations. haahthen we were passing this coffeeshop that sold roti prata.then we were like, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108590762893073303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108590762893073303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590762893073303' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108572437750897924</id><published>2004-05-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T14:21:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[nonono. kermit had better reply one of us. reply me! shaminah went mad when she saw the sms he sent to me. we need to meet him tmr. so he better reply us! aiyah kermit. reply reply replyyyy!!! =)]yah. i forgot. haha. miss goon mentioned my name together with yvonne's and vania's and samantha's during assembly.haah. go meet miss elaine chua eh! i got into the exchange programme thing!have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108572437750897924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108572437750897924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108572437750897924' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108571655880925472</id><published>2004-05-28T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T11:55:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh! shat the stupid programme! i can't burn the soundtrack!what's wrong with it man? why cannot? last time can de. KNS!kayda. cannot le. i need to return to joanne tmr.aye. get someone else burn for you. ask vania borrow from kency then help us burn lo.stupid computer. or you go borrow and help me burn also.KNS. stupid programme. used to work last time okaaay.aye. hiap luh hurry reply! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108571655880925472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108571655880925472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571655880925472' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108566282841708920</id><published>2004-05-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:00:28.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm bored. and i am listening to 等你爱我 again and again. can fall in love with huai en's voice.ahhhhh. actually the soundtrack isn't at all that nice. i mean alright. let's go song by song. haah. i bet no one's reading even. =(1) 风云变色 - okaay. it's good. the chorus only. the part when some idiot comes out and says double five six and k-one i get totally turned off. i mean if you want to speak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108566282841708920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108566282841708920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566282841708920' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108564627676555714</id><published>2004-05-27T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:30:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! joanne i love you! she lent me the 紫禁之巅 soundtrack! ahhhh. 风云变色!!! tt kayda soh the auntie arh. listen to 等你爱我 until she cry.like -.-|||. haah kayda. i know huai en very nice okay? =][change your encoding to unicode.] 等你爱我 (R&amp;B)你看着我　问我有没有 把你当做　最好的朋友 我点点头　却不知如何开口　说我并不只想做你的朋友 等你爱我　心变得好温柔 每个眼神　好像都把我看透 等你爱我　不再怕寂寞 只要想起　你曾经拥抱我　就有莫名的快乐 有一些话　不用再多说 想你应该　都能够感受 握你的手　像握住整个宇宙 只要你给我的　</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108564627676555714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108564627676555714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108564627676555714' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108556227210929084</id><published>2004-05-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T17:04:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was boring. highlight: kayda messaged youyi and she replied!!!ahhh. we love her! she rocks! heeh. damn boring day.lit she wasn't here. no one wants her here anyway. then pe.pennyang wasn't here. so me and kayda went up to listen to her mp3.then ss. sian sian sian. the physics. wah. everyone was totally paying attn man. funny.i don't even think she cares. i think only grace yew paid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108556227210929084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108556227210929084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556227210929084' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108548302960468534</id><published>2004-05-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:03:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! youyi rocks. jeff rocks. dongli88.3 rocks cancome to our school 2nd time le! whee! haha. ai cheng was ok.like his singing live. damn nice. as in his voice is good.just don't look at his face. or rather, his hair. kayda says he looks like sunwukong.well. a little. haah. and what rubbish dance was that? 5566 does it a 1000 times better.shall not talk about ai cheng. haah. talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108548302960468534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108548302960468534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548302960468534' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108539140462262110</id><published>2004-05-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:36:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't like myself. hate my attitude towards studying.my results are like =X. only like my biology and chinese.my only a1s. then rest were like. no need to say. failed e maths.hopeless at maths. =X. rachel and joanne. don't think too much.valerie too. i don't know what happened to you. but take care okay?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108539140462262110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108539140462262110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539140462262110' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108531949704852647</id><published>2004-05-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:38:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee. i just felt like typing. listening to songs now.awwww. someone sponsor me the fan wei qi album. heeh.love her songs. ahhh. yay. got my new phone like right after i came home from obs.dad picked me up made me bathe and shoo-ed me to the m1 shop.got a samsung x430. needs some getting used to. yepyep.and it's so noisy! i'm quite an idiot at samsung phones.it ain't that easy to switch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108531949704852647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108531949704852647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108531949704852647' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108514707894714334</id><published>2004-05-21T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:00:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! i was dreading obs before. but now. aye. miss it. ayethanks to the people who made this whole course unforgettable.my watch-mates!audreyebelnabilahshaminahdawnnataniaruilinyuxiutzeyuensherylruishanyunweirathijessicaAMUNDSEN: Audrey, Ebel, Nabilah, Shaminah, Dawn, Natania, Rui Lin,Yu Xiu, Tze Yuen, Sheryl, Rui Shan, Yun Wei, Rathi, Jessica, Isabelle and KERMIT.yayyay. we rock. overview</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108514707894714334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108514707894714334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514707894714334' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108460644344952859</id><published>2004-05-15T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:34:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aye. this is so irritating. no one wants to go to obs already.maznah.bernice.joanne.chienru and everyone don't have the mood to go already.who will? this is such a rush. everything is such a rush. sheeshit's like i have to do the exchange programme proposal and pack my stuffand the camp committee meeting. oh shat. yvonne and jiesi's presentsshall make them something chio! (if i can) after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108460644344952859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108460644344952859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460644344952859' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108453562026796148</id><published>2004-05-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:53:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stuppppiiiid yiling. waited for her for a very long period of time.sheesh. my stomach was growling as in growl! all the time.couldn't take it anymore. walked to old chang kee and bought food.ahh! support local pastry. i love spring roll.curry puff.sotong ball.you name it! ahaha. haha. they rock. nice yummy stuff.i don't want to go for guides tomorrow. can i pon?i don't want to go for obs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108453562026796148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108453562026796148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108453562026796148' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108434735231569265</id><published>2004-05-12T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:35:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what did i blog yesterday? ahhh. today's e maths was -_-.very easy what. i see mopeng smiling. please.can't they be a little bit nicer? ahhh!my bio sucks. so i gotta concentrate on bio now.scurrying downstairs to study le! tata! =]kayda! renfu damn funny! the chicken! ahhh! i was laughing like siao!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108434735231569265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108434735231569265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434735231569265' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108425547999302545</id><published>2004-05-11T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:04:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lit was shit. a maths was shit shit. ahhhh.and i was sweltering there at the back of the class.no wind at all! shat. it's darn hot lorhhh.aye. whatever. have three more days and four more papers.then i'm free!!! woohoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108425547999302545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108425547999302545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108425547999302545' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108400736358951576</id><published>2004-05-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T17:13:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love chinese fics! they write so well!ahhhhhh. with ahem of course. haahaiyoh. was studying ss the whole morning.made me feel like killing the malaysian government.if you all don't have all these problems we need to study meh? kns.and arh...they damn what lorh. expect singapore to give so much and they themselveshave all the benefits. oh. you are a super IMPARTIAL government what.ahhhhhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108400736358951576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108400736358951576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108400736358951576' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108392810651115987</id><published>2004-05-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:16:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so long never blog le. haha. i officially declare:1) a maths is sickening.2) literature is sickening. if that dumb arthur miller DIDN'T write the play    LIFE WOULD BE SO NICE!3) i'm freaking out over bio. sheesh4) geography is ONE crappified subject.and joanne arh. can you not be so stubborn. health is always the most important.jia you okay? don't go and worry about what you won't be able</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108392810651115987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108392810651115987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392810651115987' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108337978373730969</id><published>2004-05-01T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T10:54:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee! haha. i am erm stressed? but i am blogging? i still updated lorheeeyurrr. laptops are hard to use can. irrtatinggggg. anyway.yeah. i love my seat! as in the seat i get to sit at during exams.right at the back. like some totally calm and serene placegot a window just beside. sometimes it's darn windy. that seat is goood! =]and i don't feel a bit stressed and sickened there. good. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108337978373730969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108337978373730969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108337978373730969' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108321909673838907</id><published>2004-04-29T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:15:53.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a maths. the teachers are such a failure.they know we'll fail their papers and they purposely set them like tt.my class like half of them failed ca? including me? aiyah. siccck.today's english. wahaha. compo was crappy like what like tt.and qn four only me.dawn.melodie and bernice write lorhhh.majority wrote number 2. what's there to write?! i don't get it.and the compre was about cloning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108321909673838907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108321909673838907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108321909673838907' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108305896128540610</id><published>2004-04-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:46:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whey! i am so going to fail a maths lorh. b²-4ac &gt; 0ahhhh. that part cannot write when you have to prove. shat larhhe say once you write confirm zero. shat lah.then i can just fail my entire a maths ca2 lorh.and he wants to make us stay back and he will do this masschecking paper thing in the MPR. what. i want to go home one okay.did i mention yesterday me and kayda sat with yvonne at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108305896128540610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108305896128540610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108305896128540610' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081003.post-108288744080146005</id><published>2004-04-25T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:08:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whey deb. ehhh. okok. erm. i'm not proud of my works.sooo. ehhhh. okok.Music Of My Heart [Jay] /belletan5Solitary [Ella] /belletan6Written In The Stars [Toro] /eg2Stature Differences [Kun Da//Hebe] /statureWhat?! Serious?! [REN FU] /2808I'm Lovin' It! [Xiao Wei] /1904the rest ehhh. not proud. yuckified stories. nah nah.thanks anyway. =]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108288744080146005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081003/posts/default/108288744080146005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shooshed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108288744080146005' title=''/><author><name>isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702918451451463691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
