<?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-8179699</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:21.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>struggle of blood, sweat and tears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-110007631191229249</id><published>2004-11-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:45:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shoe needs washing desperately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wads up baby! Hah! Almost one month I haven’t blog. Wad de hell. Nvm. Blogging today. I woke up at abt 10:50am. And den I called Nicole. Idiot she. Sprain her ankle still can talk crappes to me. Later if I push her and twist her ankle in public den she noe. Idiot. So crappy. And haha! I couldn’t stand how she fell down the stairs. Haha. I was horribly laughing at her on the phone just now. Bwahahaha! So funny! And the way she said that she screamed in the Chinese doctor and the massager din even notice that she’s shouting. Her ankle goes, crack, crack, crack, while she goes ouch, ow, argh and the physician goes twist, twist, twist, without knowing that there’s a lot of funny sounds coming out from nicole’s body parts which is the mouth and ankle. Hahahahahaha! So funny! being mean here. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den tuty asked me whether we can go out for hari raya. And this is totally nonsense. Triana wants money, BIG money from mr hamzah. So she told me that erlianna got his number or so wadeva and wanted to go his house. I was like???????? How can. I feel weird. Even annurshah feel weird too even thou she LIKED hamzah *ahem! Sorry. My blog needs to clear its throat*. He din even invite us and he’s not our malay teacher or something like dat. dunno dun care. I’m not going to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. There’s this pig who woke up at around 1:45pm and called me at abt 2:27pm rite after she bathe. And she still dare call me pig. Idiot. And she scolded me for not being a good daughter coz I din help my mother *at all*. Ok. Wadeva you say baby. *Ok. I’m calling every one baby. That’s why I started off with wads up baby.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 3:30pm. Look at my title. My shoe needs washing desperately. It’s true. That’s wad Nicole said to me. So. Ya. I’m proud of myself because I helped my mother to put the cover for the cushions and it was damn tiring. And den I WASHED MY SHOE! Finally baby! Haha! But instead of washing my shoe, my shoe washed me. I put my shoe under running water and all the water splashed on me, esp my face. IRRITATING! But thank god I haven’t bathe yet. *oops!* so I dun really mind getting wet. I was crazy at that moment and I shouted *when washing my shoe* and my mother thot I fell down. And I said nothing and that my shoe dropped on my toe. But actually I was too excited coz I was successful at scrubbing my shoe and I cleaned a spot, a dark spot. So I shouted with joy. Haha. Sounds insane right? It’s ok. It’s just noor’ain. So, I’m not dangerous ok? Relax. After that den I bathe. Ya. And I really think that I have to like wash my toilet on Thursday. Not desperately now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m waiting for the moment for me to eat and munch on my stuff. AND I’M NOT LYING ON MY BED WITH MY EYES OPEN BABY! Some one called me a goldfish. You noe who you are. I dun want to mention your name. Later pai se lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I’m tired. I wanna sleep and rest for a while, while waiting for dinner. Ok. Toodles baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-110007631191229249?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/110007631191229249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=110007631191229249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/110007631191229249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/110007631191229249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-shoe-needs-washing-desperately.html' title='my shoe needs washing desperately'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109783076808506189</id><published>2004-10-14T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:59:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 farking marks gone, and that’s a lot. Chillz. Exams over…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yawn. Today so damn tired can. Cnt wake up at all. But I was eager to go to skool to noe who was the actual culprit who wrote that damn letter. Aniwaes. I wasn’t angry with the whole bunch of pple in 1/5 but only the culprit. But I had no idea who it was. So, might as well I emphasize on the bunch I saw [at the hawker centre] rite. No intentions to shout, just bad mood that day. So, chillz 1/5 [if you noe that I got a nice blog like this and you’re reading it. Haha]. Those gurls had apologised to us and everything’s kinda settled. But, annurshah asked them to reply an apology letter. Ok. And they did. Good gurls, I din noe. Jk. Btw. We’re not angry lah. Just JOKING mah. Haha. We dun hold any grudges on all of you, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7 marks for maths paper 2 were gone. I wanna cry. Boo hoo. 11 marks for the first paper and 7 marks for today’s paper? Ok. Damn farking great can. So, I might get at least [100-(7+11)=?] *thinking hard here*. Gosh. Told you my maths was bad. Erm. Abt 82? Correct me if I’m wrong. Ok. But it doesn’t mean that all the questions I did were right. Like duh. Maybe at most 50+ again. That sux. Hope my CA will pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that Beverley acted damn well just now during the exam. She acted sick and went to the toilet and so mr hamzah gave her extra time to finish it. I guess she got no time at all and so acted sick. And I guess she dunno how to do and so she went to the toilet to check some formulas or other kinda stuff. Unless mr hamzah emptied her pocket. But there’s other place to hide. That’s fool proof isn’t it? It’s kinda obvious. She checked her paper and lifted her hand up and said that she’s sick? Even a fool wun do that. Ok. Like I bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Agnes but she did not appear. And yi ling was damn funny, lame and all I could say is dumb. Cnt stand that full-time nerd. Haha. We went kfc and tom yam chicken damn nice yeah. Finger licking good. *mmmslurp*. Went Giant afterthat. Saw a malay bung. Her hair damn nice. Side view ok lah. But she looked damn horrible after she made a full 360 degrees turn to the back. Ok. She got Fantasia Barrino’s lips. And that totally spoils her image. Her spec was the spec that I dreamt for. Maybe next year. And the way she talked to her ‘girlfren’ was so, erm, yuck. So close, like as if they were exchanging breaths or something. At the escalator some more. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and yi ling had to come back for achiever’s day meeting. In the bus. Yi ling talk as if the bus we’re riding belongs to mr ng [her father]. She drew br**st on the seat with her finger and talked loudly abt it. Erm. She even said the word loudly. *face turning red*. Mind that we’re in skool uniform, yi ling. She even said wad kind of panties Olivia wears. Loudly. Haha. Asshole she. *smacks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw malina and gang at the spiral staircase. And I guess she spotted me and so I turned away. Walked pass them and poked pilar. And that yi ling wanted to go there again to wait for Miss majulah. But I pulled her to the toilet coz the group was heading towards us. Thinking that the place was safe from those bunch. Yi ling was clearing her rectum in the cubicle and left me alone outside. And pilar entered, and others including *like duh* [not malina]. So I offered sweets to the three in front of me [mama, pilar and Rebecca], not the other two, forgot abt denise and *dot dot dot*. So when she was washing her hands, I whispered something to malina [u dun need to noe] and she asked me why. I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting. A fast meeting today. It was fun coz I made everyone laugh. Erm. Like duh? Hehe. And I saw miss thanabal bare footed underneath when I laid back on the chair. Ok. She took out her shoes. Alrightz. I din see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tm. Saw mel chair chair. At haagen daaz with someone. Thot was some kind of sec 5 but it was her. Spotted annurshah and gang. Haha. Joined them lorz. Tiffany and annurshah were crazy. Sigh. Saw suzanna. I thot it was a BOY until she turned around. She wore a cap mah. And she ran away from us. Haha. I shouted her name while the others shouted amira’s name. why amira? I thot… nvm. Chillz buddy. I din say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that *the bunch* was there at seoul garden. And annurshah, as usual, got nothing betta to do, disturbed Eunice. Ok. That’s mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den it’s fare well time. Going home lah. U think wad. Now at home. Just talked to the queen of cows. Every body together, MMMOOOOO!!! Haha. I talked to her in that language. Haha. Lame here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik batisah was so damn cool can. Guess wad. I just called to vote! I called at about 9.30p.m, assuming that the number was 1900 112 1108. And they said that the 1900 number was invalid. I was like, ‘the lines are open wad?’ haha. Blur me. Den I confirmed with amira’s sister that it was 1900 112 1908. sigh. I voted three times. HEY PEEPS. VOTE FOR TAUFIK! HE’S COOL. VOTE FOR THE BEST. EVERY VOTE COUNTS. RULE FARKING JERRY OUT! Ok, nothing more to say. Listening to radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay up tonight. Must fast tmr. So must wake up early. Might as well I stay up right? Maybe watching the emporer’s new groove again. At abt one. I scared I might doze off. Coz I’m those kind of pple. Like duh. Try my best. TO ALL MUSLIM PEEPS [not forgetting taufik batisah] AND FRENS: HAPPY FASTING and ok, wad is it in malay? *smakes head* nvm. For the sake of me. Chillz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109783076808506189?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109783076808506189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109783076808506189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109783076808506189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109783076808506189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/7-farking-marks-gone-and-thats-lot.html' title='7 farking marks gone, and that’s a lot. Chillz. Exams over…'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109722664975165966</id><published>2004-10-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:10:49.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight marks gone..=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hah! niCkee here! =) stewpid ain..so lazee..dunno how to update herself. and now she's laffing lyk an idert behind me. lolz. okies. now she starts scolding me basket! arrr. lolz. but me, the b'day gal, shall be nice and update for her! oh ya! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my b'day is today! and ain's b'dae is tmr!&lt;/span&gt; who ask right? lolz. opps. okies. anyways, the lame title *points above* is ain's idea. and she keeps complaining abt the fact tt she lost marks! hiyo. she din do e sub question of e essay question. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she slept aft doing her malay paper for 45 mins!&lt;/span&gt; wa lau. so shiok can. she din even check lor! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tink she so smart.&lt;/span&gt; lolz. opps. okies. den she wanted to come my house. budden tt amira suddenly say she wan us to come to her hse. and ain made a big fuss over it cuz she wanted to use my piano and play her dear canon in D. lolz. and guess wad?! vanessa noes abt &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*erhem*&lt;/span&gt; and ain le&lt;/span&gt;! lolz. and tt ain oso had to tell her abt me!! and my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*erhem*&lt;/span&gt; arrrrrrrrr. hate tt gal. always liddat de. *pouts* now she's laffing lyk a silly old goose beside me. lolz. and she &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kept stealing my fries, drink and mc chicken burger!&lt;/span&gt; arrr. lolz. but the ever-so-nice me let her do it all. she ate loads sia! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheeseburger, french fries, mc flurry, mc chicken &lt;/span&gt;and dunno wad junk la. not to forget my $1.55 one small ball of choc for her! *faints* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;$1.55 for a small ball of choc&lt;/span&gt;?! absurd sia!! arrr...cnt believe i bought for her. and she finished it in 1 single bite!! my $1.55 choc!! and our dear wan ton bought us each a wallet! and ain's broke cuz she din noe tt she had to share for my wallet. and she kept chanting tt she lost her &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 bucks&lt;/span&gt;! *faints* tt gal ar..okies..now she's asking for her turn to type..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hah!!! i'm back. ain here lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;stupid nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. she think she can invade with all this rubbish she said in my blog? hello? i'm beside you busket. haiz. stupid gloria and nazirah. they scratched my face with that poky and disgusting cushion of thiers. assholes. sigh. birthday's tmr!!! i just hate turning older. and i'm still short. two more years to grow taller. do you think i can reach to the maximum height? hope so. just finished talking to susu online. sigh.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH TO WAN TING MY BELOVED SENIOR: THANKS FOR THE PRESSIE!!! LOVE YA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wonder if she's online. ok. so tired. thanks nicole. for that fucking crappe above and that little small &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;$1.55 dick&lt;/span&gt; you bought for me just now. and the pressie. and to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ELISABETH FRIPPIAT: THANKS FOR THE SWEETS!!! YOU'RE SO SWEET.&lt;/span&gt; and i should &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;expect pressies after exams&lt;/span&gt;. see. give you all time sumore. hees. bhb. kehs. g2g. buiaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109722664975165966?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109722664975165966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109722664975165966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109722664975165966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109722664975165966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/10/eight-marks-gone.html' title='eight marks gone..=('/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109653427904763563</id><published>2004-09-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:51:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;came to skool a little bit late  saw her in the bus  cheecky  ngehehe  during computer  so boring  must film that thing  stupid  pai se  ran across 3.2 when they had pe  sigh  btw  that mel c tried her very best to bite me but pinched my tummy instead  asshole  miss a kept calling my name during geog  haha  got music exam  i played the trumpet  ode to joy  i can play  eventhou i dunno  i tried to figure out the fingering and i did  i  made myself proud  went tm just now  see stuff  nicole lah  made me jealous when she bought the pencil case for her fren  walau  irritating  kidding lah  not that envious can  aniwaes  went nick's house  her brother and sister damn irritating can  and nicole din allow me to push them down  mean me  i hate kids  they suck  emmm  why am i so bad?  i'm always like that  wad to do  now they studying  even banana booch a.k.a wan ting is here  so noisy  aiya  wanna play piano  chiow  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109653427904763563?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109653427904763563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109653427904763563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109653427904763563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109653427904763563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/09/maths-cancer.html' title='Maths Cancer'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109452762444132561</id><published>2004-09-07T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:27:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blow+bang= NOISE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aloha… a bright sunny day today… but turned gloomy… maybe becoz I sang my happy ending at Nicole’s house… sheesh… dat bad ah… I left a note in the kitchen for my mum to read to inform her that I’m going to nicole’s house… I left it on the fridge… so I locked the gate and the door and left… I went Nicole’s house at around 12p.m… met amira and Nicole at 11a.m… amira reached earlier, I reached exactly at 11a.m on dot, and Nicole’s late again… as usual… asked her to meet at 11a.m, she took her bus at 11a.m… very funny… think wad… aeroplane… aiyo… and Nicole gave me that look when she saw me wearing a pink hip-hop element t-shirt… and they were like, is that noor’ain? Wad’s up with her? And I was like wad the hell… am I in the wrong wearing pink shirt? But actually I feel weird too… first time wear pink shirt… wads up with me?  And den they started talking behind my back, laughing and stuff… go n die… I knew wad you all were talking about kehz… so we went McDonald’s to get my breakfast… and I thot it’s still breakfast… den Nicole was like, noor’ain… look at your watch… it’s 11:13a.m… ok… how dumb can I get… sigh… must be the curse of the pink shirt… den my mum called… she was like screaming her head off asking where am I… I was like, wads up with her? I left a note on the fridge… den she said that I locked the door and she can’t get in… she only brought along the key for the gate… so she forced me to go home just to open the door for her… so I forced the others to follow… den at the bus stop… there was this woman shouted like hell at this two bikers [boys] coz they almost knock her child down… den she shouted in malay, wah your mother never teach you manners ah? Wad kind of mother you have? Then all the bad words all came out from her foul mouth… guess wad… that woman do not have any manners too, I think… she looked wild… damn wild sia… the clothes she wore and she was smoking on a cigarette… her hair’s blonde… walau… she say pple, she also the same… maybe it’s her fault to let go her son or something… pot calling kettle black… I feel like saying to her, your mother never teach you manners ah? Smoke, dyed hair, wanna look pretty but actually you’re ugly… look at yourself lah… so old… still act cool ah… still wanna shout at them… who teach you? Your grandmother? Action only… den in the bus… suddenly there were 5 girls,from dunno wad skool, primary 3, I think, boarded the bus… they sat in a row in front of me… den they looked at me and started whispering to each other… walau… I was damn pissed with them… coz I hate kids… den I ignored them lah… stare like idiot… den when we wanna alight the bus, I gave ALL of them the f***ing look and roll eyes at each of them… kids… heck care lah… small small noe how to hang out in groups to the “next bustop”… hate their squeaky voice… “next bustop, next bustop…” irritating… den when we alight, there was this Indian kid, 3 years old, she look back while walking… den she din noe there was a pole and she banged hard on it right smack on her face… and she burst out so loud… wehwehweh… ergh… annoying… so… after opening the door… we went back to inter… and we headed to nicole’s house… by that time it’s about 12p.m… den we on the music… and I started jumping up and down and sang my happy ending… and yah… it gets gloomy… by then it’s about 1 plus… den I played Elsie’s clarinet… I always wanted to blow one… coz I can’t blow it during the concert band audition… and I tried slowly and I CAN BLOW!!! I CAN BLOW!!! I was so happy can… den I played the three southern vignettes on it… wow… together with hey jude… not bad ah… child prodigy… actually I dunno the fingerings but I just played around with it and get it in a nick of time… wow… child prodigy… hehe… bhb… den I went to the internet… and nicole’s comp made such a fuss… I only can add one entry and that’s all… nothing else I can do… the internet’s spoilt I guess… so I ignored it and talked to them in the room… so when they were talking, I played the clarinet as background music… haha… den amira was so fed up with me… I made a loud, long screech… haha… den I took out my hair straightener and straightened nicole’s hair… straight lioaz lehs… Nicole was like, noor’ain, becareful… I dun trust you… I shouted at her to turn her head… I bet you… I can’t open a salon… just look at my hair… I can’t even handle it myself… haha… not funny… but I really think that amira’s hair need it desperately… hahaha… it looked fake when I straightened her hair… like WIG… den I straightened the hair of nicole’s soft toy… the mane of the lion… and I spiked it up… and the hair looked damn dead… actually nicole’s house is like a zoo… it will be a safari if there’s geok ling… hahahaha… she had a dog named Joy, two skinny hamsters, one of them called Marcus, two yellow mocking birds, guppies and a fighting fish… wow… but geok ling escaped I think… kidding lah… dun take it to the heart… hehe… den… I started looking for piano scores for me to bang on her piano… I found Forest Gump, beauty and the beast, titanic and meet the Flintstones… and I din notice that Nicole had tied up my hair like a Flintstone… wadeva… and so… I tried playing them…I can only play Forest Gump and the Flintstones… the others doesn’t make sense to me… haha… den Nicole played Canon… so nice… so she taught me the left hand one… and “SNAP”… I got it… a fast learner… child prodigy… and the right hand too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and went to TM… and I realised that we took the same 65 bus that we took with geok ling they all to TM… exactly the same bus… den we went to Famous Amos to buy Delaine a pathetic cookie… den we went to ISETAN just to see whether amira’s mother was there… den we saw her sitting down chatting… Nicole and I laughed… haha… we went METRO… the bra section… the bras are so nice… erm… not supposed to tell you this… hehe… -_-“ den I called khai theng when I get back… talk crappes… as usual… I was so thirsty and went to get some iced drink… I grabbed the ice and accidentally pull everything out and the damn container dropped… piang… goodness gracious me… it din crack… den khai theng accidentally pulled her telephone cord and I was like, hello? Hello? Den she started laughing like a sea lion… haha… very contagious… Sigh… I din realise that I’ve been typing this for more than one hour… look at the time… it’s 09:04… wow… too much to talk about I guess… I played the piano at home, playing the Canon song… while smsing Mel C, the orang utan… or jie jie… and I played BEETHOVEN’S piece, Ode to JOY… coz we have to play it for music exam… and I’m gonna play the trumpet… so I tried becoming BEETHOVEN for about 1hr, trying the cords, harmony and melody together to harmonise it… I played so loud and my mum was like so irritated with me… she asked me to play softer… how can… no tuner to turn the volume down… a piano got no buttons mum… actually I banged on it… supposed to play gently… but BEETHOVEN played furiously wad… wad to do… my part time job now… I dun feel like eating… so lazy… haven’t eaten my dinner yet… and why is my grandmother walking out of her room? Ok… she just asked me for a bowl of porridge… huh? I think she’s dreaming…???... Weird… ok… she thot it’s morning… I won’t be playing the computer early in the morning at around 5a.m right? Uh… ok… oh shit… I kicked my dustbin down… damn… the rubbish… nvm… I need to vacuum my room early in the morning… my fwens coming to my house tmr… the project… but going to tuty’s house tmr at 11a.m first… meet them at my house at 1p.m… my mum looked at one of our picture dat we took on teacher’s day… she mistook Phoebe with Nicole… haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stop now… ooh… 09:50p.m… checking out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109452762444132561?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109452762444132561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109452762444132561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452762444132561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452762444132561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/09/blowbang-noise.html' title='blow+bang= NOISE!!!'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109452743638176282</id><published>2004-09-06T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:28:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hi pple… it’s Sunday… I hate Sunday… Sunday sux… coz my father will be at home… and I got nothing betta to do… if he’s at home I can’t even talk to my fren on the phone… den after that… I have to go to the most boring religious class… guess wad… I dun really listen but I sms pple instead… aiya… she also dunno… I read yesterday’s life section… American idol coming to Singapore… wau… that is damn cool man… aiya… like as if I’m going like that… but, why not? Oh… den I read today’s lifestyle… today’s programme is quite fun and interesting… got Singapore Shakes at 9p.m and 7th Month [kum-kum] at 10:30p.m… both stories about the hungry ghost festival… cool…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday night… I watched God’s Army… damn nice… it’s scary and disgusting… about an “angel” called Gabriel… he’s a spoilt “angel” which is equivalent to Satan and he killed a lot of angels… actually the angels were disgusting… the&lt;br /&gt;Satans were cooler… and guess wad… the Satans will either kill an angel or somebody and then dig out the heart and eat it… disgusting… before that I watched incredible tales… not that scary… about a couple who had just moved into a new house somewhere in Pasir Ris, situated along the canal called “Sungai Api-Api”… even my parents thinks that Pasir Ris is not a very good place to live in… my cousin was possessed when she went to my cousin house at Pasir Ris… Pasir Ris is very “stiff”… Pasir Ris park also… heard a lot of stories… my cousin will always see things there… she’s psychic… the chalet… at the NTUC there… also… every month on the same particular day, it will happen… it will only affect the chalets on the first floor… the Aranda Country Club also… my aunty saw a “white sweet wrapper” [my fwens should noe this] standing near the bush… she saw it when she’s barbecuing and I was upstairs looking after her daughter who’s sleeping… it was scary for a primary 4 year old kid to look after a sleeping idiot alone in the room… den I looked at the reflection on the window… it looked as if my cousin was wriggling her toes… but when I looked at her feet, nothing happened… I wasn’t wriggling my toes… it’s only two of us… but the reflection on the window showed as if my cousin did it… so I got so scared and left… why am I talking about this kind of thing? Maybe I’m too engrossed with the shows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mel c [Melissa chua] smsed me the whole nite… khai wong theng also… mel c so mean… she called me orang utan… she gave me the smelly hug and stink up the whole bus and still can say that I’m the orang utan… it’s her lorz… den she asked me to become her di di… so she’s my chair chair [dunno how to spell sister in Chinese]… that khai theng so bhb… she asked me how was band without her… so I said it’s betta without her… haha… kidding… she also asked whether sir got ask about her… no body’s talking about her and she expected sir to ask about her? haha… lolx… every one forgot about her… for gudnes sake… lolx…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m not going for class today coz I called my father and said that it’s going to pour [rain]… so he said ok… thanx so much… or I’ll rot there… oh… mel c msging me again… listening to music now… My dad bought chicken rice for me… den he complaint coz I ate in my room… wadeva lah… I’m typing down all my contacts into the address book… to prepare if any thing will happen to my phone… aniwaes… tuty called and asked who Ryann is… coz “she” tagged her blog… it’s a she… I noe her… Nadzirah’s fren… aniwaes… I remembered something… NADZIRAH OWE ME SEVEN BUCKS… SHE HASN’T PAID ME BACK… BETTA PAY AH… I purposely did this to pai se you… hahaha… lolx… KHAI THENG ALSO… GIVE MY TEN BUCKS… YOU WROTE TO NICOLE BEFORE OK… I feel like singing a song to both of you:&lt;br /&gt;Give me the money!&lt;br /&gt;Money, money, money!&lt;br /&gt;Haha… lolx… btw… khai theng msging me… talking about badminton… she sounded as if she’s the only person in skool who can play very well… sigh… I’m so bored… feel like playing badminton… but dunno where my racket and the cocks are… shuttlecock lah… since I shifted house, everything went missing… going tuty’s house on Tuesday… the stupid GY project… love and infatuation… that’s the project about… ah!!! My favourite song… listening to music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look wad you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well it seems like such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose wad you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah… I love this song… I will always sing this to Nicole when she starts doing stupid stuff during band… betta still… I’ll kiss her to shut her big-elephant-butt-mouth up… it’s vindicated now… my favourite too!!! Actually quite lame hor… telling you wad am I listening to… sigh…aiya… wanna read my story book… chow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109452743638176282?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109452743638176282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109452743638176282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452743638176282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452743638176282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hate-sunday.html' title='i hate sunday'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109452717262923746</id><published>2004-09-05T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:19:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody-moody-moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wah… woke up so early today just to have a 30-minute meeting with miss mazura… actually less than that… den must wait for band to start at 9am… one hour more… so boring… so I followed the others up to the forth floor… den went down again to have breakfast… I ate a lot… 3 sausages, 1 curry puff and 1 fish fillet… and drink, as usual green tea… denyse was so funny… she took a sip of hot milo and when she looked up, she’s blinded by the vapour on her specs… so funny… agnes also laughed… and guess wad… mr juraimi and miss mazura were talking to each other in the canteen, sitting together face to face… den miss mazura like flirting like that… err… why am I talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… after that, we went up… I met the others… all wore red today… so united… as usual… hehe… den I sat with tuty… infront of the fan… she did her maths while I read my book, The Associate while waiting to fall in… den bee shan came… so I said hi to her and she scolded me… I was like, wads up with her? Den I noe wads going on… so I just kept quiet lorz… aniwaes… I blamed myself about it… and nobody knew that I teared so many times during band… I can’t cry out loud, for goodness sake, so I just teared quietly… den I sniffed… Nicole looked up… after that I teared again… coz… I’m in the blame… must be me wad rite… nobody else but me… so I hoped that there won’t be any sectionals coz she’s going to scold Nicole and I during that period… but we got the shouting after band… actually she scolded us normally but she burst out at the end… den I was like so pissed and said f*** when I walked away… so I thot she din hear… but she did… den she shouted at me… and I din hear that at all… so I left lah… tuty told me wad she shouted… but… if she can’t control the anger, do you think I can? Of coz not… actually I’m not angry… I tried not to be rude, but I have to let it all out… she made me angry… why can’t she be a little more reasonable? We knew wad we’ve done wrong and at least give us time to say sorry or something… it’s a small matter which can be easily forgotten and settled but I really think that at this point of situation, it will prolonged… I really hope that we can apologise… to wad we’ve done and to wad I said… even mrs loh was more reasonable yesterday… advised instead of shouting… why can’t she be more open-minded? Why not forgive and forget? Why must prolong and so long [good bye?]? We are really sorry ok… aniwaes… we played panther fire… I like the song so much… but I had no idea which side am I going… first or second… but I dun mind playing at which side… both are the same… I really hope that I can get into SYF next year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh… feel like not going Swenson’s coz it’s hot and it’s getting late…  adlin’s treating tuty and I… but they were taking their own sweet time… so we left off first… haha… when adlin went down the spiral staircase, I booed her… her reaction was so damn big and funny sia… so cute!!! Hahaha… she forced us to go… but we said next time and we left… she chased us but we just walked… not we’re ignoring you but we just can’t go… next time kehz? And doubled… hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya… so tired now… wanna read my book… kehz… logging off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109452717262923746?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109452717262923746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109452717262923746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452717262923746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109452717262923746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/09/moody-moody-moody.html' title='moody-moody-moody'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8179699.post-109445237448896174</id><published>2004-09-04T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:14:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Testing, testing, one, two, three…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo pple!!! How’s my new blog sia? Nice not? Blood orchid… sound nice to me… that’s why I took it… aniwaes… my new email… itchy-butt@hotmail.com... Hehe… guess wad… I did this during growing years… sigh… mrs koh… so slow… but she can’t see… still at the back… talking slowly to the other group… take your time… I wanna finish this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya… must log off liaoz lehz… come back later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:02p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh… we had literature at the same place as gy… got chance… miss thanabal not going anywhere… her butt glued on the chair… blur lah she… tuty, jane and Vanessa busy sending emails to other groups… we were supposed to reply msgs to other group… the msg contain our literature stuff… like papa send to sade and so wadeva… so… they did that and I did this instead… enjoy sia… at my on corner some more… cheeky… ok… now they are scolding me… stupid Vanessa… my template something wrong sia… so sick… it’s nice lorz but came out like fungi… all green without any picture on it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noe wad… during crème… just now… b4 this period… I realized that no one listened to the sister… and she didn’t shut us up coz she knew that we won’t listen… so she continued babbling her stuff about citizenship in Singapore… so boring… I talked to tuty all the while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya… log off again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:51p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elo!!! I’m back liaoz lehz… yong tau fu for dinner… burp… yum-yum… mummy cook… sigh… sho bored… called tuty… talked rubbish again… as usual… and she complaint that amira kept talking abt the gurl who wrote letter to triana… Vanessa also… kepo pple… always wanna noe wads going on… I called amira to scold her but her mother picked up and said she’s studying… like real… den why did she smsed tuty? Wadeva… I WILL NEVER LET YOU [EVERYONE] TALK TO TRIANA WITHOUT MY PERMISSION… ESPECIALLY ABOUT YOU NOE WHO… aiya… kidding lahz… I also distur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; her during band… hehe… -evil grinz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma room so messy… had to bring home all the books in class… I carried them like an idiot… so heavy… my bag bulged out like I’m carrying a helmet in it… so hopeless… I can’t believe I left a lot of books in the class… can’t be bothered to arrange them in my wardrobe… on the table now… stress… nothing to do now… sigh… found my organiser… haha… can use this for my minutes during PC meeting… oh gosh… got meeting with miss mazura tmr morning at 07:30a.m… about achiever’s day thingy… band start at 09:00a.m… sho late… and I bet SHE won’t come… got good view just now… her back… not abt her again… okie dokie… wad else to say… oh… tuty received a letter frm “somebody”… dun wanna say who… dun wanna pai se “her”… aniwaes… tuty said that “she” did not want anyone to think that “she” like tuty but den why “she” wrote to her and started msging her all of a sudden? Weird rite? and tuty and I are still in confusion coz we still do not have any idea how she get our number… she always change topic if we asked her that… dun let us be in suspicion lahz… tell us who lah… like we’re gonna kill you… we will kill the gurl who gave the number instead… ok… not about this again… tuty will puke if she see this… coz she’s disgusted… hahaha… I pity tuty liaoz lehz… but it’s fun to disturb her… I like her reaction towards that topic… and now… tuty’s becoming like her as to how she like to change topic when we talk about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya… we got 1hr free period coz there was no dance… of coz lah… made noise in class… den Margaret teo came… luckily I was sitting down… den… stuff happened… the passing of letter thingy… and so I stood behind Tabitha… den… her damn hair slapped my face coz she made a full turn of her head… den I was like trying to spat it out of my mouth since it touched my mouth and I din noe that I spat on her hair… so she pushed me aside and I bend down… and den she spat on my hair… yucks!!! Den Gloria, Annurshah and I went to the toilet to wash my hair… din take toilet pass… den we wanted to go back but saw mrs loh in our class… we’ve made a big round, up to the forth floor and down to our class… mrs loh facing the comp. lab window… den we dashed in… so we thot she din find out… and she came back again asking for the three gurls who dashed in… wah piang!!! How she noe sia… den she talked normally, nicely and formally… she advised us instead of scolding us… she’s nice… very open-minded… and she asked how she saw us… so I remembered… the window of comp. lab… sheesh… reflection… we forgot bout that… and so… case closed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got afternoon spotcheck today… so I went around to slot the play cards… our class got C [clean] while diyanah complaint that her class got D [dirty]… haha… lolx… our duty mahz… not biased or so wadeva… grinz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna bring my book to read during band tmr… The Associate… a nice book… like law and criminal stuff… I like thrillers… I used to read Sherlock Holmes… addicted sia… aniwaes… can some body buy The Da Vinci Code for me for my birthday? Plz… hehe… $17.85 only… or The Street Lawyer… dunno how much… but it’s nice… I like those kinds of thick books… ah… so tired liaoz lehz… 09:02p.m… yawn… wanna sleep… kehz… signing off… oh… LINK ME PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8179699-109445237448896174?l=bloodorchid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/feeds/109445237448896174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8179699&amp;postID=109445237448896174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109445237448896174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8179699/posts/default/109445237448896174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodorchid.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-new-blog_03.html' title='My new blog'/><author><name>ainstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660219089332819133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
