<?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-5652215</id><updated>2011-05-02T19:23:09.463+08:00</updated><category term='=)'/><title type='text'>You know; that's it.</title><subtitle type='html'>I just wish for your return sometimes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-4273171019897639634</id><published>2007-03-04T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:53:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tot its better to reply the tgs here.So there.Huiwen.haha. i know she's not one.But she LOOK like one.And we just saw a ah beng with the same hair style as her yeaterday!Yiling.yes yiling! that ah beng got to bring us go NO MATTER WHAT!haha.Glynis.TSK shut up gly!i like that shirt ok! haha.yes, march holis ok?Eunice.haha! we can always gather agn and play!!A.bYes beng! you better squeeze that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/4273171019897639634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=4273171019897639634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/4273171019897639634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/4273171019897639634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-tot-its-better-to-reply-tgs-here.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-2417450923044710164</id><published>2007-02-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:41:34.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIANG LI !!Im so malu having my msn coversation in my blog!And its like the WHOLEE entire thing!And.. the content is like??Anyways! sleepy morning i have today.My mood swing is killing my clique.I'm sorry. :)I'm apparently waiting for the time to pass faster.So i can see my A.B :)Shopping with her was fun!Thou we always walking one big round!Marine bay with the usual.Never fail to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/2417450923044710164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=2417450923044710164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/2417450923044710164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/2417450923044710164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-xiang-li-im-so-malu.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-127327364598514427</id><published>2007-02-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:11:39.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finsih talking to my ah beng.STOP BLAMING ME FOR THAT MEDIC LAAAAAA!!!Its for ur own good hon.=)I realise Im damn good at house chores.I clean my whole house in very short time.Except for my BITCHY sister room.(beng ah, leave ur house chores to meee!!! haha.)Sis keep calling home, and my phone is beside THY com.So im typing and using the phone.Mummy go..." WA AH MEI ! YOU TRAINING HOW TO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/127327364598514427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=127327364598514427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/127327364598514427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/127327364598514427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-finsih-talking-to-my-ah-beng.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-117128724498968616</id><published>2007-02-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:34:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, i know this blog is rotting.So im here.haha.The template sucks!Gonna change it soon...(i guess?)Maybe i'll just detele this whole blog.cause i dont see myself updating it all the time.My SHOENIVERSE diary is good enough.=)(All the top secrets!)Went home during school During school time.Fever got my body burning HOT!hahaha.Then XL became rather.... nagging for awhie.haha.Slept then meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/117128724498968616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=117128724498968616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/117128724498968616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/117128724498968616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-i-know-this-blog-is-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116619714287493756</id><published>2006-12-15T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:39:03.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I F.hate Sentosa CB.Hot like im gonna melt.PPB CB is worst, hot like chicken pot pie!(thats' what ross said)The manager is crazy, she hate les when she is a bung.Ridzuan is very funny.Cause i have never see any manager telling me they are very SIAN...!!But well, he is the Champion of Espresso making.He make Cap for me today.Whoa, pretty drink.So nice ar.Should have taken a photo of it.And SH, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116619714287493756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116619714287493756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116619714287493756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116619714287493756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-f.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116551197069660420</id><published>2006-12-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:05:12.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My two AM and OM plus the birthday boy.:DSarimah, Sam and AjSalihin.I love fad. He always brighten up my morning.You never fail to make me laugh!!I LOVE YOU FAD!!!She scares me during work.hahahaha.But we can click well.haha.II loveeeee Farmie.I never fail to say " LOVEE YOU" everytime i finish work.HEH.I'll miss you when you are in NS.BETTER wear the boxer i buy for you!!!And i was really happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116551197069660420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116551197069660420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116551197069660420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116551197069660420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-two-am-and-om-plus-birthday-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116472772827718051</id><published>2006-11-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:28:50.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just making this short.I had already type out one whole eassy about today.But i cancel it.I dont know why.Anyway, went SKETCHES for dinner today.The food is GOODY!!!And the waitress isRATHER cute.hahaa.Got myself a new book,"the Bride Stripped"and a dairy for 2007; a sexy one. :DYeah, im using the traditional way.MOS with mum on 5dec.Cant wait, miss you alot la!Alright, i wana go watch my dvd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116472772827718051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116472772827718051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116472772827718051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116472772827718051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-just-making-this-short.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116407994854448633</id><published>2006-11-21T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:32:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have three days off.Gonna make full use of it.haha.Shopping with sis is Oh my God.I love shopping with my sis and you. I manager to get a pretty dress that we three all love.Those time waiting for ur arrive keep my heart racing.Can't wait to see you but you took F. long to come!haha.Never mind i still forgive you.I love sitting in starbuck with you.Last night was special.I just wanna hug you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116407994854448633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116407994854448633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116407994854448633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116407994854448633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-three-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116393092164659330</id><published>2006-11-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:08:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Checking mails and going online is such a drag now.The feeling of wanting to blog but im to lazy to type out everything, i dislike it.Sometimes its because its a kind of happiness i have that i really couldn't describe in words.Even if i go type out some chim chim word to describe it.I dont think you will feeel the same.Going to work in the morning is a drag.Going to work in the noon and night, i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116393092164659330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116393092164659330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116393092164659330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116393092164659330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/11/checking-mails-and-going-online-is.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116339307331939536</id><published>2006-11-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:44:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright im blogging again.Right, its been about a month.There will be no ending if im gonna blog about everything that happen in that month.Realise me and BF have drifted.Man, whats happening.Working got me all so busy but i do enjoy it.Thou Aj never fail to say im pamper.Thanks ar.haha!Outing with sis and her friends can be real funBUT yet, super tiring.You dont know what  kind of energy source </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116339307331939536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116339307331939536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116339307331939536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116339307331939536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/11/alright-im-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116109061971420128</id><published>2006-10-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:10:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Class chalet was alright.Nothing much.Expect i had fun playing with my Gf, Heah.haha!I love her to whatever you define deep.haha.The food was er... nothing to say.haha!But the blind man game with the clique was really damn fun!haha!It was the best part of the day.They all came over to my place to stay instead.haha.Damn, i wish i could stay up the whole night.But i got work the next morning.Went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109061971420128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116109061971420128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116109061971420128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116109061971420128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/class-chalet-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116093546158256635</id><published>2006-10-16T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:04:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY! Michelle lim jia min. haha.Alright, i guess its been sometime since i last update.Wel,, my holis now is FILLED with coffee.haha.But i love my job.I love the people there.Wel,, church today.Was... pretty good. Probably gonna go agn next week. But got to check my schedule first.Couldn't join the resy for dinner cause i got to work.RIGHT.But nvm.I was pretty looking forward to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116093546158256635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116093546158256635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116093546158256635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116093546158256635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-lady-michelle-lim-jia.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116041064525817051</id><published>2006-10-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:17:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vivo city with terence lat night.The place is HUGE!Sure get lost some how.And that retarded green man wun stop dancing and i dont know why.Well, watch "The Wedding Cursed"I don't know why i watch it.Its a horror movie.And i seriously have no mood for such movies.But well, lucky the storyline is good.If not i will be compalning its such awaste of money.Well, he went back to get his car then we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116041064525817051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116041064525817051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116041064525817051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116041064525817051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivo-city-with-terence-lat-night.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116024496111183431</id><published>2006-10-08T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:16:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some tried hard to make life so perfect.A life where most will envy and wish for the same.I'm tired doing it so.Now, i yearn for a simple one.I wish the clique will stay till the day we die.Which is always difficult after you finish ur education.Probably one or two would stay.Hard to say isn't it?But hack whats gonna happen in future.I'm just gonna treasure what i have now.Because i realise.We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116024496111183431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116024496111183431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116024496111183431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116024496111183431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-tried-hard-to-make-life-so.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-116024231332655383</id><published>2006-10-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:31:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N's are over.But im feeling so restless.Expected to be jumping around in school.But it felt normal.Town with shyan after dinner with glynis at compass.HAHAHAHA!Its always hell losta fun with them around.and times spend at gly's pace that day was damn fun.hahaGot myself a heels,white pants and a black one for work.Rush home to catch Family matters.HAHAHA.It was sooo hazy!!I almost die outside.Ok, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/116024231332655383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=116024231332655383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116024231332655383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/116024231332655383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ns-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115987168067018321</id><published>2006-10-03T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:34:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>N level is killing me.Esp ART!Almost done but not done.good compositon!Well, i THINK math is easy today.And keith! i can remember those you teach me!!haha!But the circle shit, totally lost.And with mr seng walking here and there in the hall;distraction!Well, manage to do all the question.Im sooo HAPPY!But passing, is another thing.haha.Glynis get well soon lady!!Better take ur medic and REST!Well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115987168067018321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115987168067018321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115987168067018321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115987168067018321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/10/n-level-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115954675755103615</id><published>2006-09-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:19:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ms teh is happy with my art.Whoa thank god.I can say bye bye to my crab already.I brought a new one that day.So i got two crab.And whoa that new one.i hate it so much.SSOOOO SMELLLY!!Put is at my balcony cause i was taking photo of it.Left it there over night.It polluted my house.Thanks ar crab.So mum threw that away.HAHA! GOOD!Since ms teh already said ok.But im still keeping my MR coolese crab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115954675755103615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115954675755103615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115954675755103615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115954675755103615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ms-teh-is-happy-with-my-art.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115944904238861685</id><published>2006-09-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:10:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a whisper in the air you breatheUnderneath the sky tonightThere's a piece of you inside my heartThat runs too deep to describe[Chorus]And you're so much more than wonderfulSo much more than I can seeAnd I could spend forever hopingYou'd be here with meWhen the world leaves me so windedAnd with nothing left to sayThere's an angel in your voice that tells me Everything is okay.When this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115944904238861685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115944904238861685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115944904238861685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115944904238861685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-whisper-in-air-you-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115936196731077402</id><published>2006-09-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:23:13.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so exhausted. Very very exhausted.Being soo busy with art.My mind is all filled with art art and art;and youAnd oh, thanks to art.I got a new pet.His name is Mr C.CIt stand for Coolest crab.Look, my crabby!HAHA!sorry if it kinda turn you off.But some of my classmate loves it. haha!I have grow to love you now. haha!I can jolly well go sell crab next time.Was watching a show today, its about a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115936196731077402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115936196731077402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115936196731077402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115936196731077402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115902991953826576</id><published>2006-09-24T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:45:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evening with you was fun NH!I'm gonna use a YELLOW screen phone for now!cause i have just send my phone for repair.Bye phone. i will see you soon.And GOODBYE to all my msges and photos.I really cant believe it.It will be ALL GONE!Nvm, its not meant to be with me forever.We just laugh the whole day ok maybe not.but ya, well, while waiting for train something SUPER EMBRARRASSING happenWhich make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115902991953826576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115902991953826576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115902991953826576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115902991953826576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/evening-with-you-was-fun-nh-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115902715607246590</id><published>2006-09-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:59:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think years of r/s,From the sweetest thing on earth to the bitter days.I guess we have forgotten all the good times.To be ur wife was my dream.That, i forgot, but you actually rememeber it.I was sure im gonna marry you and people is gonna address my Mrs Leng.Everyone know how much we being throught to be together.Have you forgotten it all baby?Now, im confused.Is it love, or was the memories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115902715607246590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115902715607246590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115902715607246590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115902715607246590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-years-of-rs-from-sweetest.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115857562723334354</id><published>2006-09-18T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:33:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a dilmma.I wish and pray god will come to me and tell me what to do.Dear lord, din you hear me crying?Time and again its happening.When will i belive this ur words are truth?When i see those tears in ur eyes,i tot ya, im the one you need.When i see all those things.My heart sank.i scream as loud as i could.So people can hear my pain.I hope i can scream till my voice is gone.I hope i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115857562723334354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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laugh soo much la.We suppose to go to the PRP.But it seem its going to rain so we head down to Tampines instead for movie.There's nothing to watch.Then we decied to go to the airport to get her necklace.On our way there we kinda realise there's no  rain.DAMN! but nvm.We had a tour in airport after buying the necklace.AND NH! you are such a liar.Saying that the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115788997585042814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115788997585042814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115788997585042814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115788997585042814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115738379138796273</id><published>2006-09-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:58:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chinese paper today was ok; not too bad.But i dont know if i will score THAT well.Came home after paper.Was lying on my bed resting, listening to the radio.When The DJ mention Steve Irwin pass on.I was SHOCK.I'm was thinking " ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!"Then they said : we dont joke about someone death.I'm like, I WANNA CRY!!!!!I love watching his film.Its soooooooo interesting. i swear.I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115738379138796273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115738379138796273' 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maybe not dinner.Cause we just have chesse cake.HER TREAT.:DWe just walk ard.Have no idea where we going.We just keep walking.Kinda realise that the futher we walk, the darker the place get.haha.We kinda got freak out cause its really dark.But there was ALOT of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115728320608068688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115728320608068688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115728320608068688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115728320608068688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115704234148972510</id><published>2006-09-01T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:39:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm.. lets see.whats been happening.Erm, i guess nothing much.Just SS notes in my head.OH!! There's is something big.Sis came home and i was really sooo happy to see her.Spend two days with her.We cook for mum, watch tv, went to shop.We had two tiring days.HAHA!Mum was so happy.:DAlright, went to catch Devil wears prada on 26aug.SUCH A NICE SHOW.I totally ignore the one sitting with me.Sorry bout</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115704234148972510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115704234148972510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115704234148972510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115704234148972510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115633430750298849</id><published>2006-08-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:58:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't been blogging for some times.Just when i few that this blog is dying, im here. =)Thank god i have got a diary book to refer my days.Well, on friday was glynis bday celebrate!Gardens;Ktv and pool.Was fun then everyone went off.Nel and i felt that its so early.So we wanna head down to town for a movie.Called kelly,Lei and Juliet.TSK.All dont wanna come.Cause it was so last min.But we went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115633430750298849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115633430750298849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115633430750298849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115633430750298849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-been-blogging-for-some-times.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115581575257170495</id><published>2006-08-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:55:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Art's over.BYE BYE WOOD!!!:DRather high in class today.Play ard during Bio.F.funny,swear.Okay, i dont know why im bloggingI got nothing much to talk about.HAHAHA!BYE now.Sis, come home soon..Few years ago .. ... .... ..? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115581575257170495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115581575257170495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115581575257170495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115581575257170495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/arts-over.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115574462197540850</id><published>2006-08-17T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:10:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay have been busy with ART ART and ART.I almost die.Swear.Everyday, after school art.Go home art.I CAN DIE!!Fallen ill on tue.Like vomited in school.Cold sweat and i feel like fainting.Cant even go home cause no one can fetch me home.Got to like sleep in office.Slept for 4 hours.Then i went back to class.Then art agn.So i din go school today.Cause i need to rest.HAHA!RIGHT.Baby came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115574462197540850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115574462197540850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115574462197540850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115574462197540850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-have-been-busy-with-art-art-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115523374667038043</id><published>2006-08-11T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:15:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> National day celebration was.... boring.But Mrs Soon is having sooo much fun!!Lao gong suddenly look so handsome to me.And i feel so hot for Qian yu by looking at what she wearing.Haha. Then town with Glynis.Art friend.AIYO!!After going there my money all fly ar!We spend about 2 hours in there.Kinda find shopping there.HAHA!Then Suntec for Carl's Jr.Glynis gonna go "APRIL VERY CUTE!"HAHA!That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115523374667038043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115523374667038043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115523374667038043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115523374667038043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-celebration-was.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115487418724492964</id><published>2006-08-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:23:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish i can speak to you likehow some daughters i met.I wish you can see how much i have done for mum.I wonder when you can see all those hard times when its just me and mummy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487418724492964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115487418724492964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115487418724492964'/><link 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tiring.We walk so much till.. i cant remember how long we walk.I only know we really went all ard town.And alex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115484119114533121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115484119114533121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115484119114533121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115484119114533121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-such-as-oh-great-and-fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115463129538535034</id><published>2006-08-04T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:01:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a tiring day for Qiaolin.Gosh.I guess i havent been this tired for long.I travel from seng kang to outram,then from outram back to seng kang,and back agn.GREAT!Dont'd ask me why please.Don't rub it in or what so ever!Me and glynis went to meet Ben.Went NUH.Gonna visit someone, dud.But!! that person discharge already.What a waste trip.Went to meet Sass and yj while Ben got to go back his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115463129538535034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115463129538535034' title='0 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breakfast and light lunch.HAHA!MINE!Thats glynis!We took prints.then went heeren.Glynis got her very cute "lunch box"HAAH!Okay, actually its like a metal hand bag.Very cute la.Havent seen many carry that.HOMED!Change and went to meet baby and his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115452310041426488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115452310041426488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115452310041426488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115452310041426488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-last-prelim-paper-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115427143858082449</id><published>2006-07-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:02:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26july.I had english paper.Which i think its okaay..I meet baby to MS.Some very funny movie.We had pizza hut for lunch.Yum yum.Chin hwee came to look for us.Then we went to city hall.Found a phone then return it.Im kinda isn't it?The person say is i wanna get anything from the Niki shopI can go look for her.I have got discount!!!I felt that i had a great time;you know that baby?I was so fun thou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115427143858082449/comments/default' title='Post 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min.I swear i have no more strength for at.Went home to rest.I've have such great rest for long.Okay, Glynis Tan wants me to read her blog.Okay babe i read it already.I dont know is i should be glad or what.But well, im looking at it a brighter way.Yup, i do admit im one bitch sometimes.However i do believe once in while,people show their such-a-bitch attuide.All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115375832582962482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115375832582962482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115375832582962482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115375832582962482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-was-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115366326765897252</id><published>2006-07-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:05:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, while waiting for the research to load.I wanna blog.:DI'm feeling better now.Thank you la, michelle.haha!And shyanie.HAHA!I'm still doing my art.Freaky art.Damn it.Okay, lets see where did i went yesterday.Hmmm..Well.It was kinda bad at frist.Then it got better.I waited baby to finish his church service at expo.I stood for like an hour;Drink hot mocha.HAHA!But damn, make me wait so long.Off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115364070961165914</id><published>2006-07-23T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:59:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cant really remember what happen recently.I only rmemeber i have quite alot of fun in school.And having nel's coughing sound travling ard in class.Havent been feeling good.I guess i havent been like that for long.The feeling of confusion,mixed feelings,heart pain etc.I starting to lose courage.The will power to move on.I started to hate the day.I started hating seeing you.I konw this is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115364070961165914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115364070961165914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115364070961165914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115364070961165914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-really-remember-what-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115313914933422629</id><published>2006-07-17T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:32:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had such a great time with nuthead.=)And not meeting up often really helps.Otherwise we'll be sick and tired of each other.She's such a great friend to me.And she knows i always love her.My monday morning start off really bad.Shall not talk about it.It was just bad.O level listening after school.IT WAS SUCH A WASTE OF MY TIME.You know how much i feel like running out of schooland go home meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115313914933422629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115313914933422629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115313914933422629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115313914933422629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-such-great-time-with-nuthead.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115303607306410117</id><published>2006-07-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:47:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so sorry feldy.I din go audition with you.Its funny that we both wanted to sing tgt.BUT we just keep quite.Until, i bring it up.Realise there's a new song in my playlist.Dont recall since when i downloaded this song.Then i remember, it was baby.=)He added this song in.Brian Mcnight: You're the only one for me.(intro)alotta alotta alotta alotta alotta luv lotta luvalotta luv lotta luv lotta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303607306410117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115303607306410117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115303607306410117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115303607306410117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-sorry-feldy.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115280242427167162</id><published>2006-07-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:53:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School was SUPER FUN!Esp after recesss.The class, HIGH.And i did somthing evil in chem class.HAHAHAH!F. funny.I felt evil; but its all fun.Bio was the funniest la.We just keep greeting Mrs lim; non stop.Mrs lim gave that tsk-face.HAHA!Lunch with shyan chanel and glynis.Okay, glynis din eat with us.She meet her mu instead.Hang ard a lil.Home.=)Min came over.She need to do her Fn N.But she went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115280242427167162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115280242427167162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115280242427167162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115280242427167162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-was-super-fun-esp-after-recesss.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115269258147708399</id><published>2006-07-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:23:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home.And... its 1605?Yup. gonna get used to coming home early.Rest and STUDY!sorry baby, my studies comes before you.:pOh, i just had my N level oral.I think i screw it up.Everyone was like, you ALONE?Ya, cause im the last person in class?But was the first candidate today.Which is kinda scary.Mrs senana was like "Okay, 4a,4c and 4d stand in a row."I was like"huh? 4c only got me"HAHA!Lotsa </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115263284303617059</id><published>2006-07-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:47:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Din bring my file to school yesterday.Cause its with feldy.I feel so weird w/o it.Too lazy to meet him on sun to get it back. And i assume theres nothing in the file that i would need on mon.BUT! actually my math paper is inside.And i got scolded from mrs ong.Great.Other than that, the rest of the day in school is OKAY.Went home to sleep after accompany gly to cp.Meet her again for dinner in town</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115263284303617059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115263284303617059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115263284303617059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115263284303617059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/din-bring-my-file-to-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115244244942044405</id><published>2006-07-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:54:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its so mixed up now.I'm confuse.Once again everything is falling on me.Sitting at ur back in the car.I tried not to let you hear me crying.You turn and look at me;When i had my head down;with my hand hugging my leg.You look at me with a worried face and ask " what happen?"I hope i could kill you on the spot.I stare right into your eyes.I dont know what i see.All i want is you to let me go.If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115244244942044405/comments/default' title='Post 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stess.Haven't felt it this way.Like everything is rushing up to me.Wanna make things all work out well enough to make all my friends and me feel better.But they tend to get it wrong.One, tend to ask me study 24/7.Getting enough stress for me to cry.Turn down today's outing to study with michelle.Cause i was very affected by what one have said.Really wish to do well this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115233405217271670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115233405217271670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115233405217271670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115233405217271670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-been-this-stess.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115190542505685544</id><published>2006-07-03T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:43:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally my art is done.I pray she will be ok with it.Spend my sunday afternoon doing it.So i couldn't go out with Liyana.Terence called after my dinner.I'm done with my art by then.Cause he waas too bored taking care of the kids.Haha!So he came to fetch me.And head to PS, Scary movie 4.He's good in driving.But no sense of direction.HAHA!Cause we were chatting then likeCant mulitask.I don't know </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115177790509064602</id><published>2006-07-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:33:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Edited]Meet up with gly to far east chicken rice.Cause we are dying at homeWaiting for alex they all.Happily sun tanning at sentosa.He never stop saying me for not joining them.Saw amy at the chicken rice place.Share the same table with her cause there's no palce.Damn fun disturbing her.Walking around cause we are STIL WAITING for alex and all.Meet them in the train after that.All the reddy.And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115177790509064602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115177790509064602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115177790509064602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115177790509064602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/07/edited-meet-up-with-gly-to-far-east.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115158432502266966</id><published>2006-06-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:32:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, O level oral today.And perlim english oral.How times does god want me to jin zhang die me?HAHAHA!So nervous please.Had stomach ache while waiting.Looking at the teachers from other school.Kinda turn me off.I hope i do well.So chim the conversation.Damn.i used KINDA during the conversation.I doubt its allow right?Haha!And there's class tomorrow.I cant rememeber what class is it.Kinda look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115158432502266966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115158432502266966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115158432502266966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115158432502266966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-o-level-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115150707737955520</id><published>2006-06-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:04:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Din got to school today.Kinda over slept.I don't even rememeber my alarm went off.And I don't even rememeber i called baby.But he said i did.Okay, out with baby.I was so happy.But its tgt with Ching hwee too.Its ok, cause he let us how our moments too.HAHA!Something happen, it was so bad.Which i don't want to talk about it!But still i had fun.Went to school.Gly called my name when i walk out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115150707737955520/comments/default' title='Post 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alright, i guess.It seem like im there pyhsically only.Such a plain day.Well,had a trip back tp primary school.Cause sass and glyns wanna get the kiddy pen.HAHA!Compass for lunch.Ate and walk ard, waited for Bird.Such a slow bird.Don't know how to fly faster.Waited so long.Join mum, min and kwai.Then they left.I went to get jelly beans with Bird.Home sweet home.So tired! Slept awhile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115133763922198199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115133763922198199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115133763922198199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115133763922198199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/scool-was-alright-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115116308439537972</id><published>2006-06-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:31:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I din want to lieI din want to hid.Please believe me for once.You meant so much till i just din know what to do sometimes.I don't want to see the way you react to certain things i do.An hour of tears,was my first.I love you so much till;I could let you do all those you like.Couldn't you do te same?Baby,Years of our r/sCan you see how much it mean to me?How much does it meant  you now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115116308439537972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115116308439537972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115116308439537972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115116308439537972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-din-want-to-lie-i-din-want-to-hid.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115115962790612860</id><published>2006-06-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:33:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok,im at adel house now.Min,anna,cherly and bird are here too.Should be staying over again.Had fun as usual.Kinda got drunk.Vomited.So it was really bad.Oh, i burn my uniform days ago during art.WTH.One small hole.Everyone couldn't stop lauging.Haha.Okay my mind is blank.BYE NOW!Baby, you just never know how muchyou mean to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115115962790612860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115115962790612860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115115962790612860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115115962790612860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/okim-at-adel-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115078695493579052</id><published>2006-06-20T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:02:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright.I watch SILENT HILL with BB last night.After my art.Was irritated and i don't know why.Vent my anger on him. Soo,im rather guilty.However, he always give in.how nice.I think the show is stupid.Really.Its just gross.Thats all.Today, emy and chris suppose to come over.But i decided they should come another day instead.HAHAI just din really have the moood to you know,Entertain them.And i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115078695493579052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115078695493579052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115078695493579052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115078695493579052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115056438871525284</id><published>2006-06-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:13:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORLD CUP!Okay, I went ps with min yesterday.To shop for my dad's present.Then to the new cathy for coffee.HAHA!And chatting!!On my way home, BB called.So i meet him.Went to rivervale plaza mac to eat.And Watch world cup.So pack!And so many ah beng also.So weird.I tot ah beng play bball only.Called keith koh along too.HAHAHA!Then BB walk me home,Spend some time at downstair.Then home.Today, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115056438871525284/comments/default' title='Post 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is back!!Hur...Like finally?I miss him soo much.And someone stole he's phone.So difficult to contact him.=(And he's sleeping now.HUR!Alright,skating today!With kelly.t,Leisha,juliet,Jesscia,anne,rina and gina.Man, hell lot of fun.And our dearest leisha just couldn't skate well.She will pull us down when she fall.AIYO!BUT! im her date so im there to teach her.HAHAHA.Which is mean, i fall quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115037664322754102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115037664322754102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115037664322754102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115037664322754102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bb-is-back-hur_15.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115037662253906050</id><published>2006-06-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:03:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BB is back!!Hur...Like finally?I miss him soo much.And someone stole he's phone.So difficult to contact him.=(And he's sleeping now.HUR!Alright,skating today!With kelly.t,Leisha,juliet,Jesscia,anne,rina and gina.Man, hell lot of fun.And our dearest leisha just couldn't skate well.She will pull us down when she fall.AIYO!BUT! im her date so im there to teach her.HAHAHA.Which is mean, i fall quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115037662253906050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115037662253906050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115037662253906050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/115037662253906050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bb-is-back-hur.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-115003676844952737</id><published>2006-06-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:39:28.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from sis chalet.Super boring i swear.It's all those adults.And very young kids.And BB went MIA the whole fucking day.I can't be bother.Okay maybe i do.All i know he is in malaysia.But he din even text in the morning.I'm waiting for my dad to go to bed.THEN I CAN WATCH "THE L WORD"AHHHH!!Cant wait please.Much thanks to sarah hoe's gf for lending.Wahahaha.Ok im hungry.Gonna go get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/115003676844952737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=115003676844952737' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114983707017037324</id><published>2006-06-09T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:11:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright,another day have pass.2 weeks to school reopen?WTF?Bloody fast i swear.Yesterday with wenndi was alright..Met her sis and kayslyn.Feeling kinda weird.Cause we longer THAT close.Pool and all.Suddenly i just don;t know how to paly.ARGH!Meet min at our usual hanging out place.HAHAHA!So fun.Then home sweet home.Sis's so called weedding tomorrow.HAHAHA!.Gonna smile at every single one of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114983707017037324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114983707017037324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114983707017037324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114983707017037324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/alrightanother-day-have-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114975757619719043</id><published>2006-06-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:06:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OHH YAYY!!I'm so happy with my art.I'm drawing on my wood already.But those bloody lines are making eyes go 1.Blur.I went str8 home after art yesterday.Just to see my mum.I haven't seen her for 3 days i guess.When ever my home in the night.She's asleep.I woke up in the morning.She's out to work already.Ya, so i miss my mum.Was so kind.Went to help mum go NTUC buy all those pasta sauce and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114975757619719043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114975757619719043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114975757619719043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114975757619719043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ohh-yayy-im-so-happy-with-my-art.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114960633979234847</id><published>2006-06-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:05:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sooo tired right now.But im too tired to sleep.And that BB went MIA-ing.So irritating i swear.Never mind.Alright,Out to suntec yesterday.God, i had so much fun with BB and ching..(ok i forgot his name)We had marche for lunch-dinner.$70. So can you imagine how much we eat?HAHAHA!But BB got $50 voucher.Because of the addias soccer game.Which he din want me to mention it in front of him.Cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960633979234847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114960633979234847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114960633979234847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114960633979234847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sooo-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114943259285933526</id><published>2006-06-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:49:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS HIM !!ARGH! THIS SUCK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114943259285933526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114943259285933526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114943259285933526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114943259285933526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-him-argh-this-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114940928359158468</id><published>2006-06-04T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:21:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its was sat!I went to catch a movie with syaiful.HAHAHA!This guy is damn funny la.Crapping the whole outing.HAHA!X-men is such a good show.F.cool please.Oh, he treat me lunch.HA. goody.Dinner with min.Cause i kinda haven't seen her for long.HUR.Ate, prata.Cause we aint that hungry.Coffee bean later.Din have cofee this time.We had something else to drinkHAHAHA!With us tgt is one whole lotsa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114940928359158468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114940928359158468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114940928359158468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114940928359158468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-was-sat-i-went-to-catch-movie-with.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114925032824556144</id><published>2006-06-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:12:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Art art and art!Lessons lessons and LESSONS!God, what a holiday?!I'm so tired.Thankd god, im going out tomorrow.Movies. x)Okay, there nothing much to blog about today.Cause its all art.I did have funAND OH!Thank you juliet!!For giving me ideas.HAHAHA!And the oversea.HAHAHA!i need to go get my meidc.My mummy is nagging. ARGH!We don't have oh-so-lovely photo to share.He don't pop by my school to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114925032824556144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114925032824556144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114925032824556144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114925032824556144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-art-and-art-lessons-lessons-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114913914762570804</id><published>2006-06-01T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:30:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still not feeling well.Sneezing and coughing.Argh, i still need to go for art yesterday.But nothing much.Just arranging my stuff and went to get my wood at Defu lane.I SWEAR i never want to go there again.SO DUSTY!!Was standing under the sun waiting for my wood.Cause i don't want to be anywhere near.Then i had a headache.ARGH!Back to school.Then home to change.Class last night was alright.Not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114913914762570804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114913914762570804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114913914762570804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114913914762570804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-still-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114895146200953254</id><published>2006-05-30T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:52:50.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay okay.Min scolded me for not blogging about our shopping trip that day.So here goes..We head down to bugis to shop.I haven shop for AGES!Okay,I got myself,3 earrings,2 necklace1 top1 bag.I'm happy.:DThen we went boat quay, my fav bridge.Sat there and chat.So nice the feeling!(but with min..)HAHAHA!!(KIDDING!)We were tired of walking so we went home!=)Then the next day,I meet min AGAIN!To the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114895146200953254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114895146200953254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114895146200953254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114895146200953254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114882160475187040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114882160475187040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114882160475187040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/p.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114855733666069510</id><published>2006-05-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:42:16.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holidays are here!I'm so happy. Stayovers and shopping!But, got to get down to my books often still.This will be over soon.(Okay,maybe not that soon)Well michelle lim jia min have skip two days of school ar.You ar!! Never come support me today.HAHAHA!Never mind, im nice enough to forgive whatever you do okay?Now, after reading text meSay:thank you miss very nice.HAAHA!Okay, im kinda lazy to blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114855733666069510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114855733666069510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114855733666069510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114855733666069510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/holidays-are-here-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114805334452619718</id><published>2006-05-19T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:27:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finish talking to glynis on the phone.cause i need to msg NH.=)She's FULLLL of nonsense!Gosh!Alright, there wasn't any air con in the morning.Cause some bitch complain its too cold?!HOYT DIE US ok.But teachers were nice enough to on it after all.But only one air con is on.Okay, then go throu papers again.Min was sleeping.She was about to fall asleep.Then i hit her table.She kinda jump up!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114805334452619718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114805334452619718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114805334452619718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114805334452619718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-finish-talking-to-glynis-on-phone_19.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114796175719849431</id><published>2006-05-18T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:46:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHYANIE!!!its her seventeenSo good!i hope she enjoy her celebration.Ms sek came back to school on monday.MAN!! i was so happy.I miss her so much!And before thatmin was like :"eh ms sek!Qiaos: HUH??! WHERE?Min: ehh, i think i see wrong.Qiaos:CHEY!Then i walk towards staff.I saw ms sek!!Im like "HI MS SEK!"She gave me her wide smile like usual.So nice.I was really happy.But i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114796175719849431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114796175719849431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114796175719849431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114796175719849431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-happy-birthday-shyanie-its-her.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114787309172227602</id><published>2006-05-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:38:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god save me now.I tot i can rest after MYE.But there's O level chinese to prepare now!Every morning i have two paper to do.EVERYDAY!!Till like when? Next wed 23rd may?!!Gosh!Every day same kind paper.So dragging...And im always falling alseep at the second paper.Cause i ate at recess time!WTH!I got to like walk to toliet so i can stay awake?I went to the Hall toliet today.Jac was inside.We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114787309172227602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114787309172227602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114787309172227602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114787309172227602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-god-save-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114754298625160380</id><published>2006-05-14T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:54:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KELLY'S BDAY CELEBRATION!!You know what kelly if you are reading this,I wanna tell you that.YOU SHOULD LOVE US!!I swear you will NEVER find anyone better friends then us ok.Okay we went to play pool.We hid all the present.Uncle so funny la.So cuteThen kelly just blur blur laugh laugh laugh.HAHA!Thats the present she got from ME!!HAHAHA!And i know she loves it.Okay, cab down to pasir ris FISHERMAN</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114754298625160380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114754298625160380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114754298625160380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114754298625160380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/kellys-bday-celebration-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114753928389479877</id><published>2006-05-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:45:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 may.I meet up with leisha gough and violet to shop for kelly's present.I SWEAR WE LOVE HER SO MUCH!We walk all ard town to get her present.Shop here and there.Tiring pelase.We do so much for her.Then meet up with anne and kelly for dinner!! We went billy bombers.So funny please.Cause i told the three buddies that i like old bung who works.I find them really charming like that.I hate those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114753928389479877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114753928389479877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114753928389479877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114753928389479877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/12-may.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114745580150587204</id><published>2006-05-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:49:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUN FUN AND MORE FUN! 11may.School again.Survey survey and more survey!!We din do much in school.Amazing that teachers din scold that we on radio in class.HAHA! Ms koh wants me to be the captain of netball teamI gave the very shock face and ask what aobut my son!!i feel bad la.Damn it lyd,stop cutting ur hair la!haha.Elizabeth keep laughing at the way i react.Stupid.Lunch at Rm with carla nel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114745580150587204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114745580150587204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114745580150587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114745580150587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun-fun-and-more-fun-11may.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114727593734757103</id><published>2006-05-10T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:46:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: October 27You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything.You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life.Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal.You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return.Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyoneYour weakness: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727593734757103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114727593734757103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114727593734757103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114727593734757103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-birthdate-october-27you-are_10.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114727134765940982</id><published>2006-05-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:29:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I FINSIH MY MID YEAR?Ladies and gentlemen jealous?HAHA!Okay i think there's nothing to be jealous about.Because, i still got art to do and my O level chinese.Damn, its like end of this month?Only can really enjoy during june holis.Okay, how about no too?There's like perlim in july.I WANNA TAKE A BREAK!Today, art paper in the noon.Nel was so cute la.Text me and gly the night before to remind us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727134765940982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114727134765940982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114727134765940982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114727134765940982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finsih-my-mid-year-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114715962994123294</id><published>2006-05-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:27:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, now what?My uncle is getting married this sat.I'm not happy!Okay la. actually not that unhappy.But, ARGH!!He's so cute and handsome.Then, i don't want him married.Nah, kidding.HAHA!Anw, art paper tomorrow.HATE IT!I wanna go picnic.HAHAHA!Can't wait.=)When im upset.I have you in my mind.You make me feel so much betteruoy evol I =)I don know if its the memories or love.19months?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114715962994123294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114715962994123294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114715962994123294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114715962994123294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-now-what-my-uncle-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114709113569202688</id><published>2006-05-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:25:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glynis and I were like the dumbest people today.Our chem paper starts at 11am, we were happily chatting in school at 6plus.Alright, breakfast at compass.I just keep laughing at everything, i was being so retarded.Glynsis couldn't stand me and walk away.HAHA!But, she still come back.of cause please?She just cant leave her best friend there.HAHA!Went over to her place,We watch " i not stupid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114709113569202688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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animal planet in the noon.Its amzing to see some have so much loveFor those animals and creatures.They put so much love and effect to protect them.Plan, build up places for them to live Make sure the soil are all good, Plants and tree are went taken care of for the animals.Then i started hoping to be like them.Cause i feel that im wasting so much time about love.Thinking and crying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114701697733873575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114701697733873575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114701697733873575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114701697733873575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-watch-animal-planet-in-noon.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114690288209470565</id><published>2006-05-06T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:08:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this during my chinese paper that day.It goes like this:A love she couldn't getthe perfect love story she's looking fora tale to tell;a tale that touch the wholewouldn't that be amazing?how much will she say;depends how much have happen.when will she get what she wantshe just got to waitto the night that comes everydayshe pary.-------------------------------------------As times goes by;</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114683744797339351</id><published>2006-05-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:57:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a interview today.However, i din wanna go.I couldn't decide where to go with him.I swear he got hell from him.He'll never able to fight back with me.He's always running out of things to ject me.HAHAHA!Its wasn't the best day,either was it a worst day.It seem to be any other normal day.However i felt my heart sanking.I just wanna go home.I'm tired.Something was missing;i did notice(I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114683744797339351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114683744797339351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114683744797339351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114683744797339351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114674558371940836</id><published>2006-05-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:26:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUT WITH GLYNIS!!Math paper 2 suck so suck.I hate math.Oh well, ate in school.Then home to change.Meet gly in the noon.Off to ps.WE TOOK NEOS.!Im lazy to scan it.HAHAH!I cant rememeber what happen.HAHA!Okay, Glynis say mentos kills brain cells.I guess mine is like HALF killed?HAHA!Okay, i off now.I'm tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114674558371940836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114674558371940836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114674558371940836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114674558371940836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-with-glynis-math-paper-2-suck-so.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114671554422761686</id><published>2006-05-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:05:44.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS MY BABY!=( I miss that silly one.She's feeling sick.I wanna run to her school now.=(Chinese paper tomorrow.Not gonna study for it,In fact im going out with glyniss later!I'm all ready but she's not?Damn that girl always this slow.HAHAHA!I want go out with baby!Its suck to have ur love from other school.I HATE IT!Cant get to see you everyday.And when my mid year are ending,You gonna start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114671554422761686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114671554422761686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114671554422761686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114671554422761686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-my-baby-i-miss-that-silly-one.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114657878913239942</id><published>2006-05-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:06:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lit paper today,Hur.... i doubt i can pass.Oh well, Sass and gly both not free.Wanted to head home already.Saw nette at the gate.Join her instead, as we haven't go out for longg.Home, waited for B to end her art lesson.Studyed, off to meet her.=)She came over,slack.She force me to study.But i didn't want to. x)Now, i got to really study.I'm crazy over you now;I'm so in love with you now;I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114657878913239942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114657878913239942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114657878913239942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114657878913239942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/lit-paper-today-hur.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114645378418575030</id><published>2006-05-01T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:23:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright, yesterday wasn't such a boring day.Cause B came over after her "two-sushi" dinner.HAHA!As usual slacking and laughter.I cant help laughing while looking at her.HAHAH!Went to steal dad's whisky.We drank.HAHAHA!Slept and she left after so many miss calls.She's gonna get scolding-section when she get home.So i waited for her text.Just in case i fell asleep.I hold on to my phone,So when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114645378418575030/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Hey B,Hp Kanna confiscated.One day, we meet up and i'll tell you what happen la.Exciting and funny.Haiya, you can actually read my entry.LOL.I'll find chance to msg you la.Takecare B.I'm starting to love you, Baby.Your B''</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114642130341720047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114642130341720047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114642130341720047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114642130341720047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-b-hp-kanna-confiscated.html' title=''/><author><name>A rotten Bird.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114638134432932340</id><published>2006-04-30T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:15:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home!!This is so boring.I'm doing my mid year art.So is baby.Baby is soo hardworking.Okay, i wish to be like her.I can't seem to study.Damn it.Anw, thank you once agn baby!!For the video,I LOVE IT PLEASE!! =DAnd I LOVE YOU TOO! x)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114638134432932340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114638134432932340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Alright,din join the rest to celebrate lao gong's bday.Din have the mood actually.But went to get her present at HM with min.Off to lido and catch "take the lead"Was excited please!! The show is good!The dance steps. WHAO!!LOVES IT.Meet B for dinner.She came over.Slack and all.HAHAHA!I'm feeling kinda moody recently.I guess its due to my period.ARGH!!Im off to bed.Nothing's wrong.I just don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114632661716332763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114632661716332763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114632661716332763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114632661716332763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/alrightdin-join-rest-to-celebrate-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114628481697796085</id><published>2006-04-29T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:14:29.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay okay, went to B's school concert.And they were really good,Thou i very much din want to say that in front of her.HAHA!(she probably start rolling again)ANW!!, we were late,Waited for dale and her clique.Said hi then off.I felt rather rude for not saying a proper hi.I felt like a weirdo throughout the whole day.But i do enjoy her present.We went gardens to eat.I order too much.Casue i tot i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114628481697796085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114628481697796085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114628481697796085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114628481697796085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-okay-went-to-bs-school-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114620336151081852</id><published>2006-04-28T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:49:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, once bitten twice shy?So you see, im kinda scare now.Which i guess is because of what i see.I tot everything is WOW WONDERFUL!However, i started thinking.Wondering if things are just as i tot.Or yipqiaolin is thinking wayyyyy too much?But then again, you never know ?HAHA!It's rather risky thou.I can't be bother to ask cause i don't have the stand.Usually when i have doubts and question,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114620336151081852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114620336151081852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114620336151081852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114620336151081852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-once-bitten-twice-shy-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114605581754919166</id><published>2006-04-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:50:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH!!This is so upsetting.(is there such word?)Ok, i don know.Should i be actually happy?There's certain things i still don get it.Peharps i shouldn't even know.I don't get all this emotions.You know, those confusion too?TSK!!And once bitten twice shy?I'm scare.I do feel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114605581754919166/comments/default' title='Post 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the feeling when you just wanna jump?HAHA!Simply three words make you feel like WHEEEEE!!!! I cant really discribe it.I haven feel this way for LONGGGGG.And i havent been smiling at myself for long?:)Okay, this sound retarded, but..its a sign of happiness. :)My heart smile once agn. MT; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114597668734644276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114597668734644276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114597668734644276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114597668734644276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-feeling-when-you-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114588942643554575</id><published>2006-04-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:46:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Art art and art.It's making me crazy..I don't know why,But i cant study.I can't concentrate.Man, this suck badly.There's so much to think about.I'm gonna work on my art now.i miss baby!!I was never good enough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114588942643554575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114588942643554575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114588942643554575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114588942643554575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-art-and-art.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114585686652681146</id><published>2006-04-24T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:34:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might treat every one the same,But towards you,its different.:)Man tou.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114585686652681146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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why.I kept thinking about it.I wish i know the answer.what if...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114579918447087669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114579918447087669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114579918447087669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114579918447087669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-keep-thinking-about-question.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114571976997671701</id><published>2006-04-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:38:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had oral in the morning.Conversation suck.( IN CHINESE)Mdm Zhang:you scare of losing?Qiaos:er...er...er...(whats kaisu???!! FUCK!! THINK QIAOLIN!!)Qiaos:oh! i not scare. Mdm Zhang:why?Qiaos: you lose means you lose already what. Ok, i cant rememeber the rest. But it really suck.Im gonna fail!!Okay, went compass with min and shyan.Ate and went home to change.Meet up with emy.=)Went amk library, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114571976997671701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114571976997671701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114571976997671701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114571976997671701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-oral-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652215.post-114563131429610576</id><published>2006-04-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:55:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know.But this is just weird.You see, it gets all so confusing actually.Then i started thinking..With not much of conculsion.Then i find it difficult for me to understand everything.Somehow, somewhat i couldn't understand this heart of mine.I'm feeling kinda lost.My heart, eventually became heavier.It seem to be tearing.And tears are falling. And i, don't know why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/feeds/114563131429610576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5652215&amp;postID=114563131429610576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114563131429610576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652215/posts/default/114563131429610576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storytold-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>deal with it.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
