<?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-618953903200742659</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:51:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parallel universes</title><subtitle type='html'>birthday letters to a stranger</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5740006996954038463</id><published>2008-07-18T20:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:14:42.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving houses</title><content type='html'>I shifted my thoughts-ranting from here to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessertravelled.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's friend-locked. If you're not gonna get a LJ account, then have fun staring at nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;, Qingyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5740006996954038463?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5740006996954038463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5740006996954038463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5740006996954038463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5740006996954038463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-houses.html' title='moving houses'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5883719558619358878</id><published>2008-07-17T16:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:10:01.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salut tout le monde</title><content type='html'>Chemistry today was killer. It wasn't exceptionally hard or anything, but I was super duper careless with it. I think I've lost about 10 marks (confirmed) in total already. And that's not inclusive of all the other marks that I know I'm going to lose. Sigh, I just don't know how much. Soooo, I'm pretty much screwed la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog keeps talking about so much muggerific stuff I should change my URL to "little miss mugger" instead. Hee haw. Life sucks and the world is against me. Hahaha, so angsty sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy today too. Yesterday I conked out in A Math and today I dropped dead during Chinese. I mean, it wasn't as if we were doing anything or what, but it was still quite bad. Hahaha, although I finished the &lt;i&gt;chang wen suo duan &lt;/i&gt;thing, it's not really all that good to sleep in class like that almost everyday. Hahaha, but my teacher didn't say anything. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the Granite Gang a lot. It's quite retarded but we sat in a circle in the gym and started playing the finger game during indoor PE today. I don't know if the finger game has a name, but I honestly can't be bothered with it. It should be some really stupid name for a lame game like that, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost 'cos you're supposed to have the lesser fingers out the better and I had what, SEVEN fingers out? Hahaha. Slimmery and Nic Chong own at the game though, sigh. They only had two fingers out, which was what everyone began with in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel also taught us this really weird hand action game that we transformed into a class cheer that we could (probably) use for next year. I guess we would be marked down for like, obscenity or something. "We will -pinch pinch- you!" It's damn gross, but Wenfei does it the best. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 3GR and I miss 2CO. So weird, but it's true. I miss the whole coconut bunch last year and I'll never forget all the crazy things we did together. Sniff snoff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH8KQHrhTEI/AAAAAAAAA50/lwhhq8OEV5s/s1600-h/n559218122_241699_6820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223905364828834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH8KQHrhTEI/AAAAAAAAA50/lwhhq8OEV5s/s320/n559218122_241699_6820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just noticed that the classroom I'm in this year is the same that the one I was in last year. Hur hur hur! That's quite funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5883719558619358878?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5883719558619358878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5883719558619358878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5883719558619358878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5883719558619358878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/salut-tout-le-monde.html' title='salut tout le monde'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH8KQHrhTEI/AAAAAAAAA50/lwhhq8OEV5s/s72-c/n559218122_241699_6820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4881774019578297632</id><published>2008-07-16T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:18:06.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aware, rust and repair</title><content type='html'>Wo hen xi huan Racial Harmony Day. Lol, just noticed that my fringe looks really horrible. Ugh. This is so mono(sucker)ride-ish. I hope it grows out soon. I really regret cutting it now, hahaha. I shouldn't have ever touched it. Impulsive impulsive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ms-Kw13I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VT5Kxn7VlO0/s1600-h/n589862646_748220_6768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ms-Kw13I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VT5Kxn7VlO0/s320/n589862646_748220_6768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584803096418162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3lc2iLGuI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bwopnyWMgwA/s1600-h/n589862646_748197_4330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ldLc4EVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/fIppABhikSE/s1600-h/n589862646_748227_1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223583432272515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ldLc4EVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/fIppABhikSE/s320/n589862646_748227_1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ldMvzroI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3TpKw2Yk9W0/s1600-h/n589862646_748219_6445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223583432620355202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ldMvzroI/AAAAAAAAA5c/3TpKw2Yk9W0/s320/n589862646_748219_6445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3Pp-ApJ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/sMeJ2f7gKtg/s1600-h/DSC03625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223559462746924946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3Pp-ApJ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/sMeJ2f7gKtg/s320/DSC03625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3PxwQKdeI/AAAAAAAAA48/GLHISjVQQl8/s1600-h/DSC03693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223559596492879330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3PxwQKdeI/AAAAAAAAA48/GLHISjVQQl8/s320/DSC03693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3P7jnXghI/AAAAAAAAA5E/o9G1tXjUbs8/s1600-h/DSC03700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223559764899234322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3P7jnXghI/AAAAAAAAA5E/o9G1tXjUbs8/s320/DSC03700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4881774019578297632?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4881774019578297632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4881774019578297632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4881774019578297632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4881774019578297632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/aware-rust-and-repair.html' title='aware, rust and repair'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3ms-Kw13I/AAAAAAAAA5k/VT5Kxn7VlO0/s72-c/n589862646_748220_6768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2035310953745792169</id><published>2008-07-16T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:06:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>octobre: chant d'automne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3BCeltXCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mTu3_1HrlsY/s1600-h/gg_80copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223543391134768162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3BCeltXCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mTu3_1HrlsY/s320/gg_80copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Racial Harmony Day in school was great. Hahaha. Even though I didn't wear anything relaly ethnic (Yes, I dumped the Topshop/Pull and Bear idea) but it was quite cool 'cos half the world wore saris. And they uh, didn't really know how to wear them. Hahaha, so Ratina was like running around everywhere trying to help them with their saris and all. Mrs Mukherji even helped Chuali 'cos her sari was a complete mess. Hee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wear something wear next year. Uh, if I remember to. Lol. Anyway, we were all taking photos during recess and (a very little bit) in class. It's quite gay, but we tried to do jump shots. Everyone looked nice in them except for me 'cos my skirt's too tight and I can't jump properly. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Wenfei/Andrea. They have all the photos. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep during A Math today, for like the whole lesson. I feel really bad about it 'cos Mrs Liow didn't say anything. But I was really very tired. I think Louise probably could hear me snoring if she tried hard enough. Hahaha. But I must be really good at acting awake if I could pass off sleeping in A Math for like, half an hour? Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to Music Essentials with Leewei today after school to get the stupid scores for my stupid Music O Level practical exam. They didn't stock Grade 5 and stupid Leewei said, "The Grade 6 one so hard! I can't play the piano part!" so I got Grade 4 which looks really horrendously horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up the photos later. Hee haw! Chemistry awaits my very chemistry-inclined personality. (My foot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt; I decided to put all the photos in a seperate post. So, look up! &lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn316/multipleshotss/Racial%20Harmony%20Day%202008/"&gt;(les saisons)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2035310953745792169?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2035310953745792169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2035310953745792169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2035310953745792169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2035310953745792169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/octobre-chant-dautomne.html' title='octobre: chant d&apos;automne'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SH3BCeltXCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mTu3_1HrlsY/s72-c/gg_80copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3022918682269854888</id><published>2008-07-15T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:01:55.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHycZOPiIQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/GzeOzacEeVw/s1600-h/z151089173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHycZOPiIQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/GzeOzacEeVw/s320/z151089173.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223221624976843010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's A Math test tomorrow, and I'm honestly very scared for it. I'm going to try to mug for it, but obviously I'm failing pretty badly since I'm still here blogging like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty scared for my Music O Levels practicals and all. I'm beginning to wonder if it was a right decision to choose the clarinet as my first instrument and not the piano. But I though it'd be unique cos every other person would be using the piano anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have this I-can't-find-any-pieces-to-play issue. And therefore, I need to go find tomorrow or something. I bet they're super super expensive la. Sniff snoff. My poor poor wallet, as if it hasn't got a big enough hole in it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Level chinese listening comprehension today was bad. Hahaha, I couldn't even do the first question la. I feel so loser-ish la can. But nevermind, I'm just gonna hope that it turns out okay. I'm pretty scared I get 0/20 or something though. Ugh, stupid overly imaginative mind of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this song thing during Literature lesson today, and everyone was supposed to link a song to a theme in Whale Rider. It was quite gay 'cos 2 out of 5 or 6 groups used High School Musical songs. Hahaha, I bet all the other classes think we're huge HSM fans or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is that I actually know all the lyrics to both songs. And I know the dance moves to "We're All In This Together". See, this is what happens after you watch HSM 1 about 6 times in total. Hee haw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3022918682269854888?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3022918682269854888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3022918682269854888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3022918682269854888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3022918682269854888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/eternal-sunshine.html' title='eternal sunshine'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHycZOPiIQI/AAAAAAAAA4k/GzeOzacEeVw/s72-c/z151089173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4244851039447933865</id><published>2008-07-14T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:27:46.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trace this nightmare</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I feel like unlocking my blog. And I don't know why too. Hur hur hur. I guess it's mainly because I'm sick and tired of having to sign in to view my own blog. Hahaha. But I'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this really cute little boy on the bus today! Hahaha (Oh no, I sound paedophilic again). And then because I just sat next to Jason, he was like "Okay, I'll get off now and let the little boy sit next to you." I would have shoved him out of his seat, but I'm nice and kind so I didn't. Hur! But when Jason got off at the next stop, the little boy went to sit IN FRONT of me and not BESIDE me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things are changing&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange and I need to figure this out&lt;br /&gt;You've got your life&lt;br /&gt;I've got mine&lt;br /&gt;But you're all I cared about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be some stupid Old Folk's Home visit today and it ended up cancelled. I don't know why. But I don't mind anyway. I don't really like talking to old people unless they cook me really great food to eat. Otherwise, they mostly just scare the daylights out of me. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're allowed to wear &lt;s&gt;our own clothes&lt;/s&gt; ethnic costumes to school on Wednesday. And obviously I don't have whatever weird Chinese ethnic costume there is. So I'm just going to wear uniform to school, I guess. Well unless the school allows us to wear like, Eurasian ethnic costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them Topshop and Pull And Bear are ethnic Eurasian. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Lit Essay and Geography TYS questions due tomorrow. Obviously I don't think I'm going to touch either or them. I think I better start properly studying for Chem. I thought my notes were in school but they were actually under my messy pile of books. Stupid white file. I hate Chem. Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e0b0e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can believe it. Hahaha, I just un-privatised my blog. Lol okay let's see how now brown cow then. Now let me get down to studying Chem. Hee haw! &lt;span style="color:#9e0b0e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(/edit)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4244851039447933865?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4244851039447933865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4244851039447933865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4244851039447933865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4244851039447933865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/trace-this-nightmare.html' title='trace this nightmare'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-9221011122122331544</id><published>2008-07-13T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:11:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this rough magic I here abjure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmvoZfrwKI/AAAAAAAAA4U/aS0C01fIhLk/s1600-h/z151089173.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222398351486206114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmvoZfrwKI/AAAAAAAAA4U/aS0C01fIhLk/s320/z151089173.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solve your own problems like everyone else does. If you're just going to keep escaping and hiding away from us, then go ahead and be a coward. Let's see who can last longer. Honestly, stop trying to get others to hear your side of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because you told Sharmaine and now she's trying to make us "forgive you", doesn't mean it'll make things any better. It just makes us hate her more because she didn't even bother listening to our side of the story. We're not even angry with you anyway. We just have no comments whatsoever about your stupid life. We have our own lifes and problems to worry about, that means we don't need you around being so damn emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and look at your own pathetic life. We judge you because we're supposed to be friends. And friends tell each other when they're wrong and they need to change. If you're "born an escapist", then change it. Whoever said that you can't? And if you don't want to change it, then all I can say is that I feel very sad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break, honestly. School's been sucking all the (really little) energy I have left in me. Hahaha, I want to go to London now. Like pronto. I suddenly miss the sounds and sights of the city alot. Maybe it's because I haven't been hearing all that for the past, what, 8 years? Ughzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And have I mentioned! Wo ai wo de xiao di di hen duo hen duo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday we were laughing&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm left here asking  &lt;br /&gt;And although we knew this time would come for me and you &lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything tonight &lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-9221011122122331544?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9221011122122331544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=9221011122122331544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9221011122122331544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9221011122122331544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-rough-magic-i-here-abjure.html' title='this rough magic I here abjure'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmvoZfrwKI/AAAAAAAAA4U/aS0C01fIhLk/s72-c/z151089173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2945306522260940354</id><published>2008-07-12T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:43:01.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>Wellll, I guess YPSB isn't all that bad anymore. It's actually getting a hell lot better. Hahaha so maybe the 8th of August won't be that bad anymore! I still can't remember the names of the people in my section and even worse, my part. Other than the Ang Moh Kio girl called Rachel (hahaha) and the Whitley girl called Tricia or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I'm starting Chemistry, but obviously since I'm blogging, I haven't got really far. Hahaha. I've only started on Seperation Techniques and I have a super looooong way to go to completing all the chapters. Soooo, I'm probably gonna stay up late tonight trying to mug a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. And I just realised that my MEP Practical exams are in 5 weeks. Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2945306522260940354?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2945306522260940354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2945306522260940354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2945306522260940354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2945306522260940354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/follow-you-into-dark.html' title='follow you into the dark'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5654379475189485489</id><published>2008-07-11T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:02:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the same shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmohCPLZhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qs16MvWtwyw/s1600-h/z151089173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmohCPLZhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qs16MvWtwyw/s320/z151089173.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222390528402482706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, I'm not going to blog about yesterday. Sooo, too bad. But I totally embarassed myself so badly la. (Rachel, stop sniggering. I swear I can hear you sniggering la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm really tired today. Music was really boring, as usual. I honestly think that Indonesian Gamelan music sounds like the soundtrack from Incredible Tales. Or, it just sounds like smoe bored housewife invented it. 'Cos all they ever do is hit stuff that look like pots and pans to me. But maybe it's such a cheem art form that even the teacher doesn't get. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling asleep in class that it's getting annoying. I need to bring my Chinese project to school tomorrow and get my Geography file properly done tonight. And yes, I haven't studied for A Math OR Chemistry. Which means I'm super duper screwed la. But whatever, ughzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start studying now or something. Hur hur hur. I hate school, have I mentioned that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have this burning desire to point the middle finger at &lt;b&gt;this person &lt;/b&gt;I see (almost) everyday. My eyes are perfectly functional. Oh, and in case you haven't noticed? I can read English too. Ugh, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot better today after telling most of the Granite Gang about everything. I haven't told a few people yet (uh, I just can't remember who) but I'll tell them once I find out who they are. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've returned everything already, finally. I know # doesn't really want it back, but it's not like I need them right? So I kind of figured that it'd better returning all his stuff to him than wasting his money. I mean, I should just give it back to him so he can use it on someone who he'll really love and all. (Oh no, emo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna get better, better, better. I'll stop looking over my shoulder everyday and hallucinating that you're right there behind me. I really will stop. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://powderbaths.livejournal.com"&gt;(illusions of a better day)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5654379475189485489?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5654379475189485489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5654379475189485489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5654379475189485489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5654379475189485489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-same-shadows.html' title='all the same shadows'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHmohCPLZhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qs16MvWtwyw/s72-c/z151089173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5401078875271522939</id><published>2008-07-09T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:43:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pianist and his fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHSyS-DE56I/AAAAAAAAA38/e9zM6vhl73U/s1600-h/z151089173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHSyS-DE56I/AAAAAAAAA38/e9zM6vhl73U/s320/z151089173.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220993906992539554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally get to update after like 2 days or something. I’m supposed to be banned from the computer, but whatever la. Hahaha, I don’t really seem like I care right? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology test today was badddd. I guess I’m going to fail it or something. I stayed up until midnight mugging the chapter but was so unprepared. I went to school with only 4 out of 6 chapters studied. And I didn’t like, study thoroughly or anything. Ugh. Okay, whatever. I’m just going to fail it and cry. Hahaha, so gay sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Venice is annoying the crap out of me. I can’t think of anymore learning points to put into our reflective captions. I think the Italy trippers have really nice bulletin boards. But Mrs Hee said that they focus on aesthetics and beauty, but we went on a knowledge based trip. Which kind of sucks because we don’t know what else to write so that we don’t look like completely shallow idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very sick of this layout. I think I’m gonna change it or something, hahaha. Apparently tomorrow is Island Creamery’s free ice-cream day or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5401078875271522939?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5401078875271522939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5401078875271522939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5401078875271522939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5401078875271522939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/pianist-and-his-fingers.html' title='the pianist and his fingers'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHSyS-DE56I/AAAAAAAAA38/e9zM6vhl73U/s72-c/z151089173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3525893535695369506</id><published>2008-07-07T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:17:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to those days we had</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, I hate you Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your first reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'd be pissed off and then I'd walk away. But in my heart I'll be screaming "I hope when no other girl wants to date you 'cos you're a complete eye sore. And I'll get a super hot guy as my new beau. HAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna own Pull and Bear, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;In somewhere pretty and countryside-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you curious as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I don't know. Maybe a crossbreed between Nick Jonas and Chace Crawford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;I love being loved. Easier than loving someone, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand nose picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Find someone else? There are alot of other guys out there right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to eat normal food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Are you in love or being loved now?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 25 and I'll be shopping everyday. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Victoria, Natalie, Granite gang, Yu Song and Ding Jie. I don't know what I would do without them. Die, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Honest opinion? Hahaha, good friends give honest opinions! She's stupid and really retarded, but a really good friend 'cos she always feels about the same way as I do. Especially when it comes to getting even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any question about it? I don't know. I'd rather be single but rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;"Shit. I'm late again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;You can't fall in love with two people, right? Hahaha, I don't know. I'd pick the nicer one? Or if both are nice, I'll pick the better looking one? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What's the problem you face with most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your weakness?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What would you name your children in future? (Give 1 boy, 1 girl)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'd call the boy Darrell and the girl Beatrice. I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3525893535695369506?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3525893535695369506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3525893535695369506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3525893535695369506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3525893535695369506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahaha-i-hate-you-rachel.html' title='to those days we had'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8420491460478038364</id><published>2008-07-07T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:17:50.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>difficult to please</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And if I could have known on that winter day &lt;br /&gt;That you'd fade away and only I was to blame &lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed awake and found a way &lt;br /&gt;To make every soul in the crowd stand and say &lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet and shame but the ending makes us strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pissed off today 'cos I got woken up by my mum at 8am to go see the doctor. I find it pretty annoying that I don't get my beauty sleep on Youth Day &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; have to cancel on Lynette dearest all because of a stupid doctor's appointment. I feel perfectly fine and I don't understand why I have to stay at home to rest. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the good news is that there's nothing wrong with me. I think. Okay, so I think I shall go update a few stuff and then try to go and get some studying done. I really should start worrying about the 2 tests I have this week. Ugh, talk about shitzums. Geography and Biology on the same week and one day after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this thingggg manzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slime asked me to un-private my blog so she could see it. Hahaha, stupid girl. She's invited alrdy but she's too lazy to go make the account to view the blog. I know it's kind of stupid to lock it 'cos there aren't big fat secrets here &amp; it's stupid for me to log in to read my own blog, but I don't want this someone reading it. Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHGmaoB0SFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EYcxPbSCYOw/s1600-h/DSC03606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHGmaoB0SFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EYcxPbSCYOw/s320/DSC03606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220136419450964050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheng Ning and I look bionic. Mel Tan's fingers look supernatural and glow-y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8420491460478038364?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8420491460478038364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8420491460478038364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8420491460478038364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8420491460478038364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/difficult-to-please.html' title='difficult to please'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHGmaoB0SFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/EYcxPbSCYOw/s72-c/DSC03606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2556089084127076148</id><published>2008-07-06T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:25:19.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one cell in the sea</title><content type='html'>Okay I just did the fundraising photos. I took really little, only 4 photos. But whatever. I just put them all in my Photobucket anyway. Hahaha, I'm such a lazy pig la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tiramisu was great and the spaghetti rocked. Duh the spaghetti was good, I cooked it! As in, I cooked some of it. But it was nice right! Right, right, right? Hahahaha. I bet it was damn good 'cos it was cooked with alot of love and care from me! Like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHDTDAGbmrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pTbs8CwXs68/s1600-h/P1010212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHDTDAGbmrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pTbs8CwXs68/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219904016642448050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn316/multipleshotss/Fundraising%202008/"&gt;(in a little prison they called home)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2556089084127076148?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2556089084127076148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2556089084127076148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2556089084127076148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2556089084127076148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-cell-in-sea.html' title='one cell in the sea'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHDTDAGbmrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pTbs8CwXs68/s72-c/P1010212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7266840265427280146</id><published>2008-07-06T14:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:21:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multiple affairs</title><content type='html'>I went into hospital yesterday for checks. Thank God I don't have appendicitis. The CT scan thing was quite cool, just that it kind of burned my ass off a bit. The doctor said there might be some lymph node thing. Whatever it is. Anyway, I found the scan results quite cool. Just that I don't know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHByCgWnK2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AtNuueAtgeE/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219797355492485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHByCgWnK2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AtNuueAtgeE/s320/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHByC0McDaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/bHp8RWvVDoY/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219797360818523554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHByC0McDaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/bHp8RWvVDoY/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance concert last night was really cool. I'm really glad I went and got to see Andrea See milking a cow. Hahaha. Li En was really good in the hot-pink uniform too! Victoria was a cool hippie hopper tooooo. All of them danced really well in the concert, and I felt really proud of them and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Hahaha to all those people who didn't go. Okay, I'm joking, let's not be so mean. 'Cos I'm very nice right! Hur hur hur, hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBtMuk3zjI/AAAAAAAAA28/h5wB4l24qTc/s1600-h/P1010197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219792033550945842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBtMuk3zjI/AAAAAAAAA28/h5wB4l24qTc/s320/P1010197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBs1qXdgXI/AAAAAAAAA20/214WziBqNW4/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219791637283963250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBs1qXdgXI/AAAAAAAAA20/214WziBqNW4/s320/P1010194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBtjLpwbTI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Agb6Bz25mYg/s1600-h/P1010199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219792419313184050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBtjLpwbTI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Agb6Bz25mYg/s320/P1010199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBt1zuV5UI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XXZpdBBcoWw/s1600-h/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219792739307480386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHBt1zuV5UI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XXZpdBBcoWw/s320/P1010201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more photos la, but I'm pretty lazy to upload all of them, so you can click below to find them all. Hee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn316/multipleshotss/Dance%20Concert%202008/"&gt;(the secret between the minnow and the trout)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundraiding today was good too! Our profit was like, &lt;b&gt;$202&lt;/b&gt; la can! Hahaha, I'm pretty happy that we got over a hundred bucks. Hahaha, yay then. I'll post up the photos from fundraising tomorrow or something. I'm lazy to edit them now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You there. If you want to be bitchy to my friend, look what you got today. I back up my friend and I'll do it well. Slice yourself all you want, I really can't be bothered anymore. Get a life, seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7266840265427280146?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7266840265427280146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7266840265427280146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7266840265427280146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7266840265427280146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/multiple-affairs.html' title='multiple affairs'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SHByCgWnK2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/AtNuueAtgeE/s72-c/P1010202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7275939793394984836</id><published>2008-07-04T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:57:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubblewrap these mishaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG4iCuurxiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/h2DR9kUBrcg/s1600-h/z151089173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG4iCuurxiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/h2DR9kUBrcg/s320/z151089173.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219146448467904034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know this post is kind of bitchy. But I needed to get it out of my head. It's what I feel, and you could at the very least read and stop being such a stubborn cow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello X, &lt;br /&gt;I realised that we had to talk to you. Whether you liked it or not. Me and Rachel want you to know that you've become a different person. I mean, honestly, what's with the all the problems anyway? If you really want to compare problems, I can give you a hell lot that I have. And I solve them, not sit back and eat chocolates when I have weight issues or moan about a relationship's that been gone since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been really blowing your problems out of proportion. I don't really think it's that hard to live your life. I don't believe that it's that hard to get over "the feeling JY gave to you". It's just a matter of whether you want to or not. If you want me to get really bitchy and all, I can say something like, "Your goals are not that hard to attain anyway. TJC? I mean like, I'm in a better school than you and the stress level is obviously higher." But I wouldn't, because it's not fair to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know it. Your emo-ness has affected your grades, and I don't really think it's worth it. Cutting yourself, moaning and groaning about your problems? When was the last time I told you about mine? Super long ago right? That's because I found out that everytime I told you about my problems, you'd always turn around and say how much worst yours are than mine. I called you for comfort, but apparently my problems trigger your sadness, and I'm the one comforting you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna start talking about how you actually solve your problems, show it. Yeah sure you don't have to proof yourself to us, but proof yourself to yourself. You barely believe in yourself, admit it. If you did, you wouldn't be mutilating yourself with scratches all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a freaking hobby for you? To &lt;s&gt;cut&lt;/s&gt; scratch yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your blog. How many happy posts are there? Like, 9/10 of it is emo sounding and mentally disturbing. What's the point of being so sad over life? Life sucks, that's a fact, but why don't you just pick yourself up and get over it? You're wasting your time wallowing in your own self-pity. Where's the point in that? The last time I checked, it doesn't get anybody anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your excuse for not coming for service is 'cos you don't want to see me 'cos you'll "cry", I think that's a pretty lame excuse. Would God except it? That you just don't want to see this girl so you don't wanna see Him? I can't deny that one's spiritual walk with God can't be measured, but you don't give me a single reason not to think that you come to church only for your friends. If you cared about God even more, you wouldn't have bothered and came anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunburnt hand is nowhere near a good excuse, honestly. When I had an operation, I came to church in a dress even though I was P6 and I hated dressed so damned much. When Rachel had a zit on her face that was super red, she still came to church. No one said anything about it, and I doubt anyone would say anything about your hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think God takes that as an excuse. And I'm pretty sure Cass has her own khaki gang who have rubbertime to go eat lunch with. YOU wourself answer to God what YOU'VE been doing to yourself. Degrading yourself is not going to help. If you wanna keep being an emo asshole, fine, go ahead. But I don't really care anymore. And neither does Rachel. Even Benjamin, even if I don't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to say to you too. Just that you lead a damn sad life, so get a life. As far as anyone (who you say can't judge you,  but whatever, like we could even care) can see, you don't really have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7275939793394984836?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7275939793394984836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7275939793394984836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7275939793394984836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7275939793394984836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/bubblewrap-these-mishaps.html' title='bubblewrap these mishaps'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG4iCuurxiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/h2DR9kUBrcg/s72-c/z151089173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2519808647684689418</id><published>2008-07-04T10:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:14:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like you mostly at night</title><content type='html'>I suddenly kind of miss reading Fruits Basket alot. Must be stupid Wenfei and her stupid manga craze. Hahaha, but you can look at my new boyfriend! His name is &lt;b&gt;Momiji&lt;/b&gt; and he's really super duper cute ohkay. Oh my gosh, gush gush gush. (Did you notice that "gosh" and "gush" kinda rhyme? That's quite cool right! Right, right right? No, left! Must be the stomachache getting to my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG2VGlnqbVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/G-mNDEq5L50/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG2VGlnqbVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/G-mNDEq5L50/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218991483602496850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay fine, so he might look a bit too young for me. But just you see how he looks like when he grows up! Hahaha, sizzleee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was rotten. I didn't go to school 'cos my stomach was being a cow again by not allowing me to even get up from my bed this morning. So I had to crawl out to get my phone and message Janine and Alyssa. Ugh, I lead such a sad life, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did go to see the doctor this morning and he told me that it might be appendicitis, whatever that is. And my paranoid Mum was like, "Oh my gosh! Are you serious? How could she get it? Oh no! So now what are we going to do? Oh no!" She ranted like that for 10,000 minutes, I bet. The doctor looked kind of frustrated. And then I looked at her and said, "Uh. We go home and I sleep, you go to work." Then she was like, "Oh." Hahaha, my mum's quite gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever. My tummy is being an asshole, and I think I have to go into A&amp;E later at Gleneagles. Hur hur hur. I don't even know what for, but whatever la. I like the fountain at Gleneagles 'cos it's pretty pretty. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired. My shoulders are like, going to drop off already. Thank goodness for my dearest friend Ding Dong Jie who doesn't care about sms-ing in class and telling me weird philosophical jokes that are (I emphasize) NOT EVEN FUNNY. Hahaha, but whatever. Thanks anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really go and study now, for the 3 block tests that I'm barely even ready for. ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe some friendships aren't meant to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're meant to spent a certain part of our lives with certain people&lt;br /&gt;And then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Dawson's Creek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2519808647684689418?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2519808647684689418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2519808647684689418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2519808647684689418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2519808647684689418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-you-mostly-at-night.html' title='i like you mostly at night'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SG2VGlnqbVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/G-mNDEq5L50/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5296485038118354452</id><published>2008-07-03T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:18:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another double</title><content type='html'>I am super un-stoked about Saturday's band exchange with the Taiwan Band. I didn't go for Band today 'cos my stomach hurt like a cow. That means I can't really play the songs that we're performing on Saturday 'cos I've technically only seen them once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever. I just hope the Taiwan people are nice. Then maybe I'll be nice back and make friends with them! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my stomach was really painful and I thought I was like, going to give birth or something. And thus, I went home. On the way home, there was this really irritating boy from a-school-I-shall-not-name and he fell asleep on MY shoulder and DRIBBLED all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk la. And I didn't have tissue. I walked home kind of quickly and washed all his slobber away. Can't he find some other girl without a stomachache to bother? So annoying. I hope he gets banged down by a car and dies. I'm kidding, actually. I don't hate him all that much. It's just that his slobber was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I think he needs like, mouthwash or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, tuesday, tuesday. I really don't know what's going to happen come Tuesday. It's like I kinda wanna find out, but it's not right for me to dwell in it anymore. I've been trying to get a mooooooooove on. But I still have this teeny weeny bit of me that's still hanging on. Clinging like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod Touch. Yamaha lessons. Chalets. Adidas jackets. Soft toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to make sense. I just needed to ramble it all out. I think my stomach ache is getting worst. How am I going to go for tuition like that? What a cow-ey day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5296485038118354452?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5296485038118354452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5296485038118354452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5296485038118354452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5296485038118354452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-double.html' title='another double'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8321916429926529922</id><published>2008-07-02T18:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:53:24.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedroom lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGtk-DQBgsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/iMRBOedE5uQ/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGtk-DQBgsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/iMRBOedE5uQ/s320/31.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218375610426032834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oral today was actually quite goooood. Hahaha, I think I did pretty okay la. I hope! The topic was on the increasing prices of like, everything. So I said weird stuff like the even the school canteen prices were increasing, but yet my pocket money was increasing. Then the examinors started laughing at me. Was it that funny? Okay, whatever. But Louise said she kind of saw our marks and she said I got like 35 or 37 out of 40. Not bad eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese owns, I told you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining to Slime about this really ANNOYING ASSHOLE in tuition class who she just happens to know too. And she was like, "Since you keep feeling like slapping/killing him, why don't you do it? Like bring a pumpkin into class and smash it over his head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sarah was really sweet today. Thanks a lot my dear friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;: So, how'a your best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;: That one laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, I don't talk to him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;: Huh why! So you just broke the friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: Yeaaaah. It's quite a long story, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;: Aww, it's okay Chink! I'll be your new best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Sarahhhh. You don't know how much it meant to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the really cute guy on the bus today! I can't stand it la. When my fringe is ugly and screwed then I see him. So stupid la, why can't he appear when my fringe looked more normal?! Ughhhxz, wo hen bu kai xin. Oh but when he saw me today, he stared at me for quite long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am actually quite happy now. Hahaha, and I don't even know him name. I feel very stupid now. Maybe I should ask or something. But noooo, I can't. Then he'll think I'm weird. Oh noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after oral I went to the Band Room and I tried to play Fann's french horn. I can actually play it, oh my gosh. Maybe I'm in the wrong section! Hahaha, I'm kidding. I like the clarinet better any day. But I could play concert B Flat and C on it! I'm not joking. Hahaha, I'll ask Chris to teach me how to play it more. It's actually quite fun, but my lips really hurt after that. Heh heh heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8321916429926529922?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8321916429926529922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8321916429926529922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8321916429926529922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8321916429926529922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/bedroom-lights.html' title='bedroom lights'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGtk-DQBgsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/iMRBOedE5uQ/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7343194279587976230</id><published>2008-07-01T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:10:27.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sea chanty of sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGokPErnPpI/AAAAAAAAA1k/cs0-8aDDt5k/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGokPErnPpI/AAAAAAAAA1k/cs0-8aDDt5k/s320/31.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218022959635447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fringe is sooo super ugly. So I decided to go cut it tomorrow at a REAL hairdresser, hahaha. Nothing can go wrong now right? Lol. I hope so manzzz. I'm going for Dance Concert on Saturday, and that means that I'm gonna take photos. So that means that I have to look nice in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Omg, so bimbotic sounding) So yeah, I'm gonna cut my fringe so it doesn't make me look any more cheena than I alrdy look. I feel very sad that I look like a China asshole alrdy, why dose my father have to be a freaking Chinaman? Of all nationalities. Well, okay, at least he's not like, Indian or anything. But that doesn't really make a difference! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently kids that have Indian and Chinese blood look really good. So maybe my Dad should be Indian. He wouldn't make such a bad Indian anyway, right? I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my Chinese O Level orals. Honestly, I'm kinda scared for it, seeing that my Chinese sucks balls. But I don't know why I'm still not studying or preparing for it. Maybe I should go start soon. Ugh, I don't likey Chinesey. So annoying, it annoys my butts off la can. Maybe it's not annoying enough yet, 'cos the last time I checked, my butts were still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop talking about my butt now. It sounds very super duper obscene. Hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was this weird thing about "Why Chinese people should not have English names". And there were names were like Monica Cheng. Like, mo-ni-ca-cheng, touch your buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go study now. I have Geography and Biology !@#$%&amp;!@#$ STUPID block test next week. And Chemistry the week after. I hate Chem, I'm so screwed for Chem. I wish I could shoot it down right now. Like, bang bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Lynnie the beanie on Monday, hurrah. Finally? Hahahaha, wo hen kai xin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- jtzs            shoot says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O YEAAa whens your oral exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- jtzs            shoot says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allright then all the best =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna like die la can.&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese&lt;br /&gt;i should fall sick tmr or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- jtzs            shoot says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to shoot the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- jtzs            shoot says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG BANG BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- jtzs            shoot says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha with your bangs&lt;br /&gt;wee im so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Jason sucks a lot. Even though I said my sister leads a sad life, I think you lead a sad-der life than my sister. Hahahaha, stupid boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7343194279587976230?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7343194279587976230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7343194279587976230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7343194279587976230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7343194279587976230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/07/sea-chanty-of-sorts.html' title='a sea chanty of sorts'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGokPErnPpI/AAAAAAAAA1k/cs0-8aDDt5k/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-6047287721767739255</id><published>2008-06-30T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:59:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty hours deep</title><content type='html'>I hate Anthony. I still don't know what he's talking about. Stupid ass. Go to France alrdy then still come and agitate me with weird word puzzles that I can't figure out. Sucker, I'm gonna give you a lollipop as your baptism gift on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he's this malay singaporean guy who cant pseak english properly &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=zʇuɐ - in.but.out...=- says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... nono.. it's called a yalam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like a cheem name for yam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=zʇuɐ - in.but.out...=- says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. in the morning ppl sleepy what.. of course stare lah.. brain processor wols mah.. plus he's a yalam..&lt;br /&gt;(no offence to most other yalams tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a yam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=zʇuɐ - in.but.out...=- says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono.. a yalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, lamb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=zʇuɐ - in.but.out...=- says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono.. you wols lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna pretend i know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=zʇuɐ - in.but.out...=- says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;that's quite good pretending..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't get it la. Like ten thousand million hours later, I was still trying to guess what it was la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to decipher alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;waste my brain juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la. I just found out that it spells "malay". Hahahahahaha. I'm so super smart now la can. At least, I feel very smart and accomplished (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-6047287721767739255?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6047287721767739255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=6047287721767739255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6047287721767739255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6047287721767739255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/twenty-hours-deep.html' title='twenty hours deep'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-6661497068315713439</id><published>2008-06-30T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:58:27.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you shine so insanely bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGitXIktLSI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ippZrc4K0GM/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGitXIktLSI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ippZrc4K0GM/s320/31.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217610781258755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No, I really don't think it bothers you at all. You don't even seem as if you care. Or cared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really bad day for me. My disgusting bangs were really disgusting, apparently. 'Cos I saw lots of scrunched up faces over my fringe. So yeah, whatever. I can't really be bothered. I'll try to find some time to go to some hair salon to rectify the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after school uh, I was supposed to go to Island Creamery with Yu Song and his MGS friend. I ended up getting really scared of his MGS friend and her other 3 friends. I mean like, I thought she was just bringing one friend, and then suddenly pop out like, 4 girls that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't do the "Hi! Let's be good friends!" kinda thing. It actually creeps me out. Y'know, talking to people I don't know. I don't know why. If you put me in a place full of people, I'd rather mope around the whole day like a loser with no friends than go around shaking hands and trying to make some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I collected my Music textbook and it's really thick. Ugh, I'm so going to die carrying it to Music O Levels and back every Friday. Ack bleep cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I felt really windswept and all today. I don't rightly know why, but I think if the wind came and blew my hard enough, I would actually just fly right off with it. Not to say that I lost an incredulous amount of weight of something, but I just feel incerdibly light today. Uh, so I compiled a list of songs that I've been listening to to get my chest off STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://powderbaths.livejournal.com"&gt;(it's true, you do)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The URLs are Youtube video URLs. Not all are music videos and all, but it's the song that counts, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-6661497068315713439?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6661497068315713439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=6661497068315713439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6661497068315713439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6661497068315713439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-shine-so-insanely-bright.html' title='you shine so insanely bright'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGitXIktLSI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ippZrc4K0GM/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8786619925422925493</id><published>2008-06-29T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:59:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misplaced seed of love</title><content type='html'>Youth Sunday today! I guess it wasn’t that great a day for me, even though I’ve been looking forward to today for like, forever. The dance item was okay even though I spun the wrong way ten million times. And I did the wrong actions sometimes too, but whatever. I guess I can’t really dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, a lot of people got baptised/reaffirmed today! Which is kinda cool, I guess. Hahaha, I can’t believe that it’s been a year already since I got baptised. Joella is a really cool name, I guess. But I think it sounds weird if people start calling me that, lol. Soooo, today’s like the new birthdays of some people. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (new) birthday to &lt;b&gt;Anthony, Joshua, Liz, Jon and Airika&lt;/b&gt;. I feel really happy for them. I don’t know whyyyy, I am so super duper random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lappie that’s screwed and really spoilt has been entrusted to some stranger guy. I really hope he doesn’t like, run off with my lappie or anything. I really like my tablet PC. If I don’t get it back, and lose all my songs, I will so scream and scream and scream. Ugh. I don’t really like the idea of someone else taking my lappie away when all I know is his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really hope I get back my 938 songs right now. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just saw the CDs of Daphne Loves Derby for sale on their website. But my Mummy was being paranoid and didn’t allow me to divulge her credit card number and all. So I can’t buy it, sigh. Where can I get Daphne Loves Derby CDs in Singapore?! I mean, even though the lead singer is a really cute Korean guy, doesn’t mean Singapore really supports cute Korean guys. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I think the world hates me. Now even a non-living thing (my computer) is against me. I noticed that Rachel and I haven’t had the angsty blog post competition yet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(edit)&lt;/b&gt; Oh, and I took this really gross photo today. Rach looks really good in it, but I look just gay. Thanks to my ugly fringe. I should have never touched it, honestly. I look so ineffably gay now, ugh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGdq8fvFz-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/TnroTv3XtoU/s1600-h/P1010169+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGdq8fvFz-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/TnroTv3XtoU/s320/P1010169+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217256280875716578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh. &lt;b&gt;(/edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8786619925422925493?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8786619925422925493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8786619925422925493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8786619925422925493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8786619925422925493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/misplaced-seed-of-love.html' title='misplaced seed of love'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGdq8fvFz-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/TnroTv3XtoU/s72-c/P1010169+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4087629383276276895</id><published>2008-06-28T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:06:16.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers, you and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGYv0dBXf4I/AAAAAAAAA08/u9vlEivkFr8/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGYv0dBXf4I/AAAAAAAAA08/u9vlEivkFr8/s320/31.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216909796545363842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut my fringe just now by myself. I don't know why, but I cut it straight across. So it's like cheapskate and wannabe bangs now. So annoying, I look like a freaking ah lian la can. I'm gonna shift my fringe to the other side, ah ha. I am smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I cut my fringe until there was like this hole in my hair. So my Mum had to cut it straight for me. Ugh, so much for trying to be pro and hairdresser-y. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the concert all the Sec 3s in Band are rehearsing for now is on the &lt;b&gt;8th of August 2008&lt;/b&gt;. And I'm obviously booking all of your time. All you 16 people who read this blog. 'Cos you're gonna come and watch pretty SCGS girls play and my (possible) solo that's 1 second long. It's at &lt;b&gt;Victoria Concert Hall&lt;/b&gt; at some dead night hour. Lol, I don't know what time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you all better mark in your calendars manxzxz. But it's some combined concert. So you'll see alot of Whitley, Commonwealth, Ang Moh Kio and Nanyang JC people there. Hur hur hur, they're actually quite okay. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4087629383276276895?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4087629383276276895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4087629383276276895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4087629383276276895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4087629383276276895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/strangers-you-and-i.html' title='strangers, you and i'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGYv0dBXf4I/AAAAAAAAA08/u9vlEivkFr8/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2535857127985601840</id><published>2008-06-28T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:33:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth's established</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGX3HXsQEJI/AAAAAAAAA00/dVxdZJ9_KbA/s1600-h/planetcrash-q29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGX3HXsQEJI/AAAAAAAAA00/dVxdZJ9_KbA/s320/planetcrash-q29.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216847449369350290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YPSB today was alot better than the first time. I think the people in my section are nicer (and more civilised) than the rest. Hahaha, I don't know la. I only know my section people after all. Lol. And I saw Debbie Grace today after a really long time! I've missed her lots 'cos I haven't seen her since what, P6? Hur hur hur all the retarded days in Girls' Brigade with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You there. Yes you, stop sniggering. I was in GB and it is freaking COOL can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, today was pretty scary 'cos Pearl (who was supposed to play the counter melody-solo) didn't come today and I had to take over her solo. I mean, it's so freaking fast I bet you blink and my solo will be over already. People have like, one minute of fame? I have one second. How annoying can that get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where my imaginary line&lt;br /&gt;Bends square in woods an iron spine&lt;br /&gt;And pile of real rocks have been founded.&lt;br /&gt;And off this corner in the wild,&lt;br /&gt;Where these are driven in and piled,&lt;br /&gt;One tree, by being deeply wounded,&lt;br /&gt;Has been impressed as Witness Tree&lt;br /&gt;And made commit to memory&lt;br /&gt;My proof of being not unbounded.&lt;br /&gt;Thus truth's established and borne out,&lt;br /&gt;Though circumstanced with dark and doubt&lt;br /&gt;Though by a world of doubt surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm very super duper sick and tired of sleeping so late every night and waking up so early everyday. Like $%#! manzxzx. It's super tiring lor. Now that Saturdays I ahve to go for Band, I don't really have a day where I can sleep in or anything. The latest I wake up is on Sunday, at 8:30am. Hur hur hur! I am totally deprived of my beauty sleep la can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2535857127985601840?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2535857127985601840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2535857127985601840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2535857127985601840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2535857127985601840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/truths-established.html' title='truth&apos;s established'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGX3HXsQEJI/AAAAAAAAA00/dVxdZJ9_KbA/s72-c/planetcrash-q29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8299403569011218023</id><published>2008-06-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:23:45.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rangers</title><content type='html'>It's like 12:18 AM in the morning and I really don't know what I'm doing up. Must be all that stupid homework, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I was feeling really emo today 'cos of (that person) and everything. Then, I don't know, I felt like I was the only one who cared. Again. It's so screwed up 'cos everything this kinda thing happens, I tend to be the only one who kinda actually knows how to put my feelings into words. I hate the hello-I'm-a-typical-guy kind of guy. They should get a life and learn how to become a hello-I'm-a-ladies-guy type of guy. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why I care. But I guess this made me see that I shouldn't get emo. And that instead of moping around and getting sad, I should get EVEN. I mean, it makes sense right? Hur hur hur. It's situations like this that make me really pissed off and bitchy, 'cos I'd rather be mean than be a complete pushover. That just sucks, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gotta go do A Math alrdy. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8299403569011218023?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8299403569011218023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8299403569011218023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8299403569011218023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8299403569011218023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/rangers.html' title='rangers'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3784500548522644668</id><published>2008-06-26T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:12:15.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in the</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGNcWuQ9erI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e7cAUnKa354/s1600-h/09.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216114338871212722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGNcWuQ9erI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e7cAUnKa354/s320/09.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a sad and boring day. I hate school sometimes, it makes me so super tired. There was Elective Literature block test today, and I finished both questions in like, 45 minutes? That was so super gay la. I bet I'll get damn low or something. Then I spent the next 45 minutes sleeping. I slept so well I even had dreams la. And my dreams were so stupid that I'm not gonna tell you what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very super duper tired today. And there's so much to be done 'cos there's so much stuff due tomorrow. Like Geog project, Chinese reflections and A Math graded assignment shit. And that on top of the homework I already have. Well, this is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Band meeting that the teachers called for. Like today, after school in the Band Room. And basically, we all expected it, I guess. "It's time to move on, girls. Show your potential in your own post." I think they think we're coveting other people's posts when actually we just KNOW when they're not really all that up to it and everything. But whatever. I'm a damn cool P.R.O. (Public Relations Officer, get it?) Hahaha. And apparently we're gonna have to publicise the Taiwan Band Exchange. Which is so whatever, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum just won't keep nagging at how she wants free dental services when she gets older. I mean, sure you can go get someone to pluck out your teeth for you free. I thought the Government's very nice and they're supposed to take care of that! I don't freaking wanna be a dentist. I only wanted it then, because you wanted it. And I kinda woke up and realised that I like baking and making stuff a helluva lot better than inspecting mouths. But she won't let me go overseas to study unless I'm gonna study Dentistry. Eat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll walk out onto the streets and not care what I've left behind, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3784500548522644668?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3784500548522644668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3784500548522644668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3784500548522644668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3784500548522644668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-in.html' title='walking in the'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SGNcWuQ9erI/AAAAAAAAA0k/e7cAUnKa354/s72-c/09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-6018043794939199745</id><published>2008-06-25T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:51:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love like rockets</title><content type='html'>I wish I had free Pull And Bear clothes like everyday. Hur hur hur! I feel very sad that I didn't really go shopping during the June holidays. So now I'm becoming so no-lifey and going to look at clothes on websites. I feel very depressed and deprived. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elective Literature block test tomorrow. Like gasp! I need to go copy out all my notes and put them in. Luckily, it's open book. But there's unseen and my unseen sucks. Actually, my Lit just sucks. So yeah, whatever lurzzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting a day off! Although it's still quite far away, at least there's a day off right! I can't wait, oh my gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna try to do my work now. Try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-6018043794939199745?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6018043794939199745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=6018043794939199745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6018043794939199745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6018043794939199745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-like-rockets.html' title='love like rockets'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7515396716618125171</id><published>2008-06-24T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:49:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all over me</title><content type='html'>Hello world, &lt;br /&gt;My name is Qingyi and I basically lead a very sad life. I have wonderful friends and a really great younger brother. But life has been rotten and no matter how good the people around me are, the ones I thought to be the best have somehow flown all out of my window. I don't know where they've gone. To someplace/someone better, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the position postings for Band came out. What can I say? Disappointed. Shocked. Sad. Emotional. Angry. And a thousand other feelings. In the end, the postition I got was so stupid. I never thought I would get such a crap-ass post. But in the end, I ended up in the Public Relations Committee. What the hell la. I didn't even know there was such a thing until today. So who's gonna hand the post down to me (and Janine) on Handover Day? Some freaking ghost? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Janine in the same committee as me. But she has 2 posts. And I, the screwed-up, have only 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really wanted Recruitment Officer. I guess Victoria will do a really great job, perhaps even better than what I could have done. But I really wanted it so bad. Ever since sec 1, hello? Yeah. But I guess I wouldn't be that great a role model and all. I have the messiest hair on Earth and a modified uniform. Hurzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really felt the most impact today from the whole thing. I really wanted it to blow over quickly so I wouldn't feel as horrendous as I do now. It's pretty ugh-ified. So yeah, I don't know what to do and all. If it's over, then I guess it never even started in the first place. Too fast, too fast. What else more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song Gravity by Sara Bareilles has lke a playback of 34 times on my iTunes. Like, whoa. But the lyrics mean something, at least. &lt;i&gt;"Something always brings me back to you, it never takes too long. No matter what I say and do, I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway today's thankyou is for my dearest younger brother, Yu Song. Thank you for always cheering me up, and not complaining if I cry over the phone even though you hate girls crying. Even if I've only cried to you once, I guess it's enough to kinda scare you off and everything. But you actually just stood by my side, which I'm really thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're heavensent, I swear. When I was in your P6 tuition class, I seriously would have never imagined that you would become a really important person to my in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if this all happened so that you'd be there for me. Like God sent you or something. I'd thank you for your lame jokes (which are not funny) and all the advice that you've given me. You told me how I should do this and you supported me when I said that I wanted to let go. As quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dear brother, I think I've failed. It's all coming back faster than a freaking flashflood. And no, I can't stop this flow anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7515396716618125171?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7515396716618125171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7515396716618125171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7515396716618125171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7515396716618125171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-train-home.html' title='all over me'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7462477267037110253</id><published>2008-06-23T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:34:53.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testify the love</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit. I can't dance. I look so unglam in the stupid video, I should just go knock my head into the wall or something. Hur hur hur. So gay! I like, turned the wrong way ten thousand times can ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the video Matthew Lau did. And it's the item we're doing for Youth Sunday. I can dance! It's not my full potential yet, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG9rK_dSDTg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG9rK_dSDTg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the video of us dancing.&lt;br /&gt;so super gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ 307 ] it's everything, or nothing for Him. (: &lt;3 202 says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello yeah!&lt;br /&gt;matt lau asked me to watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i look so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ 307 ] it's everything, or nothing for Him. (: &lt;3 202 says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look okayyy lah. rachel can dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ 307 ] it's everything, or nothing for Him. (: &lt;3 202 says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ 307 ] it's everything, or nothing for Him. (: &lt;3 202 says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;wait till she sees this convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ 307 ] it's everything, or nothing for Him. (: &lt;3 202 says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah she'll like kill both of us, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Ada! Anyway I can't wait for Youth Sunday. It's this sunday! Like, how super cool is that? I'm like gonna dance in front of the whole church and totally screw up and my Mum's gonna laugh at me. Again! She said I'll spoil the dance 'cos I'll look like an elephant amongst the ballerinas. Which is not true la can! She said they should make a special elephant ballet just for people like me. I feel very hurt now. My Mum seems to enjoy damaging poor teen egos. Especially mine ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7462477267037110253?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7462477267037110253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7462477267037110253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7462477267037110253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7462477267037110253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/testify-love.html' title='testify the love'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-9004317900637248594</id><published>2008-06-23T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:47:38.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blocked ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SF9ylE3EhKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/fuET4oa0ZCI/s1600-h/ABC!002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SF9ylE3EhKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/fuET4oa0ZCI/s320/ABC!002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215012874803774626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was horribly fun, hahaha. Like almost half of 3GR got new haircuts and everything. Nat Hui's like short hair and braces now, so super different. The whole Granite Gang's carrying backpacks too. Lol, all hail the backpack club. And after Chemistry Lecture today, Janine, Slimey, Nic Chong, Michelle and me were outside the dance studio. Lol, it was like watching a free dance concert la can! Now don't need to go but tickets already or something. Lol. And then Janine said something really funny that made everyone laugh and Slimey bang into Mrs Jean Chan laughing. Roflmao. So super duper stupid la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's thank-you post is for &lt;b&gt;Alyssa Poh the popiah&lt;/b&gt;! Hahaha. Thank you dear, for forever being there for me. Like just standing by me and telling me your honest opinion on just about everything. I can sound very diplomatic and say: Alyssa, I value your input! But I'll just go: Aww, Poh! You are so sweet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say to you? I just can't thank you enough. You know I suck at describing. And you taught me how to really really really follow my heart. I bet I've lost half my brain now la can. Hur hur hur! Good luck for tomorrow's exco position postings and all! We'll all be super whatever about it tomorrow, but at least we finally know right? After how many months of talky talky. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I haven't returned you your craft glue yet, hahaha. I'll try to remember to bring it to school tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SF9ylKSH1mI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6XERDEg-pX8/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SF9ylKSH1mI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6XERDEg-pX8/s320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215012876259415650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, I really love Leewei. But in this instance, her face is scratched off 'cos she's not in the post. Apart from this part. I still highly love my junior though. She's so mature la, I think she's better than me la can. Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ciao. Homework and mugging time! I drew up a timetable for myself today. And you bet I'm actually gonna follow it! Now is computer time, but yeah. Whatever. I need to go study my Bio and everything. Hurzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-9004317900637248594?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9004317900637248594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=9004317900637248594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9004317900637248594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9004317900637248594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/blocked-ears.html' title='blocked ears'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SF9ylE3EhKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/fuET4oa0ZCI/s72-c/ABC!002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7484461637733365674</id><published>2008-06-22T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:50:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crash into nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have tuition in half an hour, so I'l blog real quick and everything. Hahaha, I said I'd put up a thank-you blog post for everyone who's been there for me and all. I just noticed that I didn't need one person when I have 5 with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! So yeah. I'm gonna dedicate today's post to &lt;b&gt;Maddie&lt;/b&gt; dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;I've known you since what, forever? Hahaha, okay maybe just only since Sec 1. But we met through a really funny way. TFI drew us a hell lot closer to each other and I still do wish I could turn back to clock on those day. (Yes I know, even though he was such a jerk) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say? You've always been there for me when I'm down. And when I'm high and happy, you've been there to witness it all too. Hahaha, remember Bishan Library, mosquito essay and kids jumping around? I won't forget my plant best friend Leafy, lol. We've had alot of great times together and even though we didn't go out this holiday (why ah?) and I really thank you for all that and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been there for you and all, I hope you understand. I love you alot, my dear friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't find a picture of you. I think I lost it, oh no. Shitzums.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7484461637733365674?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7484461637733365674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7484461637733365674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7484461637733365674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7484461637733365674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/crash-into-nothing.html' title='crash into nothing'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5721155887066495892</id><published>2008-06-21T19:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:45:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part of my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(Warning: Hello there. This is a highly emotional post. Don't ever read if you don't wanna end up feeling like me. It really sucks, believe me.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really didn't expect stuff to turn out like this. I didn't expect that coming back to the one person I thought was right would make me lose whatever little I had already. I don't know what to say about this anymore. I really thought I was right, though. From the time I met you until now (isn't that a pretty long time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I deserved all this after everything. But I don't really think that I can just let go after being pretty much led on for the past year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get this over and done with, so yeah. I shall just let it all out now and go talk to someone who actually cares. I've never met someone like you, honestly. It was a different kind of feeling, I don't know how to describe it. Maybe fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I finally realised that all that's gone before is and will be a part of my past. I've never really come to terms with that until now. I've been in denial so bad that I hate myself so much. I'll see things and remember that I've been there and done that. I'm not gonna go back to you, I swear. I always treated you as my closest friend and more. And I really thought I could trust you, but right now I really think that I'm nothing more than that girl kinda you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Rachel said, there are more whales out there in the ocean. I'll be happier without you, I will. I'm gonna pack away all that you've given me and put in a box or something. If you want it, tell me. Because I won't be needing reminders of my disillusional and naive past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna acheive my wildest dreams and my tippiest toppiest goals. And I'm gonna look back and not even know who you are. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. For the people who listened and told me straight up how it was gonna end up if I didn't wake up. I love you all, you know I do. It's been really rollercoaster-ish for me and you've been there for me through it all. I promise I'll thank you in a blogpost some other time. I need to go take a breather now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I do mean it when I say that I love you. &lt;b&gt;Maddie. Rachel. Alyssa. Yu Song.&lt;/b&gt; You have no idea how hard it'd be without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exco positions out on Tuesday. Fingers crossed, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: I drowned my keyboard typing this blog post. I'll wipe it up later, I guess.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5721155887066495892?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5721155887066495892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5721155887066495892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5721155887066495892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5721155887066495892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-of-my-past.html' title='part of my past'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-683091618222158227</id><published>2008-06-21T16:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:01:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never meant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFzGeBzCgoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Ix7BIB3l_E/s1600-h/ABC!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFzGeBzCgoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Ix7BIB3l_E/s320/ABC!000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214260687769076354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a really annoying day. YPSB was okay, as in it was really okay. But I just felt really ugh because all the other schools' players were better than us. Uhm, by other schools I mean Commonwealth Sec, Ang Moh Kio Sec, Whitley Sec and Xinmin Sec. I don't know why they're so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to be mean, I'd say it's 'cos they pay much less attention to their studies so they have more time for Band and all. (I'm being elitist, sorry) Whatever it is, I didn't really have a good impression of most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like eating blatantly in our Lecture Theatre, using handphone when we were supposed to be playing and shouting like ah bengs/ah lians during debrief? I don't know. It's not something that we found very normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were pretty rude too. We broke up into our sections to bring the people around the school and get to know them more. Thus, my section being the coolest wanted to play Splat. Huda and I were infront trying to explain how to play it (I'm not gonna explain it here) then this really &lt;b&gt;NICE&lt;/b&gt; Whitley girl was like "Uh, your game very lame leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally bitch-stared at her and said, "So do YOU have a better game than this?" Stupid ass of a girl. She was like, "uh, no." Then I gave her the then-if-you-don't-please-shut-the-hell-up look. Do they even think before they say something? This totally cues the rolling of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have to tahan all these people until the concert which is in August. It's cool that we (finally) get the oppurtunity to perform somewhere out of school, but I don't find it cool to deal with people like them. And the songs we're playing has zero tune also. Ugh. It just sounds stupid and high-pitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate playing 2nd Clarinet. It is insanely high and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the neighbourhood school people that I know (which aren't many) aren't as asshole-ish as those people I met today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed how increasing complain-y and whiney this post sounds like. But lunch today after Band with Poh, Chengho and Peiwen was good. I had a great time and everything. Oh and Pohzzz, thanks for listening and telling me the truth on what you feel and all. You don't know how much that impacted me and made me think twice about everything. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I &lt;s&gt;changed&lt;/s&gt; modified the layout a little. I don't know whether it looks better, but oh wellllll. I took this weird personality test yesterday. Okay fine, it isn't really weird or anything. But it's just scarily true. &lt;a href="http://chinkyyy.mypersonality.info"&gt;(whisper me my secrets)&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha, I found it on Maddie's Frienster profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-683091618222158227?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/683091618222158227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=683091618222158227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/683091618222158227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/683091618222158227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-meant.html' title='never meant'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFzGeBzCgoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Ix7BIB3l_E/s72-c/ABC!000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7543079730036498671</id><published>2008-06-20T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:46:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>astounding tragedies</title><content type='html'>Hello (almost the whole) world. Qingyi feels very @#$%-ed up today because school is re-opening on Monday. And she feels horrendous because of &lt;i&gt;this one thing&lt;/i&gt; that really cheesed her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for the 2 people who listened to me last night and let me rant off all my steam. If not for them, my whole room will be suffering some kind of damage right now. And for all that super duper wonderful advice, xie xie ni. I don't know what more I could ask for in my best bitch friend and my younger brother. Hahaha. Ack, blip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. Except for the fact that I'm either extremely paranoid, or you've just let me down real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm taking comfort and refuge in looking at pretty icons and making blogskins. I don't know why, it sounds very corny, but somehow it actually helps. Must be all that nice colours. Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/pullyourtangles"&gt;(if you crashed into my window)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7543079730036498671?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7543079730036498671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7543079730036498671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7543079730036498671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7543079730036498671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/astounding-tragedies.html' title='astounding tragedies'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3516197597011970556</id><published>2008-06-19T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:26:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foundations</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha, hello Rachel dearest. I decided that since I love you so much, I'll dedicate one whole fricking post to you because you're a person that I can tell anything to. I can bitch to you and I can talk to you about what cheeses me off and all. And we always do the weirdest things together too, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: You can imagine normal guys playing soccer, but can you imagine Jason (Tan) playing soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: No, I can't. But I can imagine him baking and watching Korean Dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: I think he's secretly a girl inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: That's just mean. But I asked him that and he said he wasn't. And that he wasn't gay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: No la, he's not gay. He's just really unique. I have no idea why I' defending him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur, it's quite funny. You're like the only person I can bitchfight with and then hug the next minute. We're such fickle people, but we really don't mind at all. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening last night to all my horrible rantings and how much I was being paranoid (maybe) and everything. And thanks for telling me how I shouldn't waste my time if I didn't want to and getting me to open up to the idea that there were many other &lt;i&gt;oppurtunities&lt;/i&gt; out there. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? You're fantabulous, even though you love crushing my poor already-deflated ego. I can't wait to see you on Sunday, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFsbom2KQxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ueom4xRY3MQ/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFsbom2KQxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ueom4xRY3MQ/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213791378047910674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S: Even though I love you so much, I still think J.H. is a short freak :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit)&lt;/strong&gt; I think we have the stupidest phone conversations ever. I'm so sorry I chose Chronicles of Narnia over you, but it's actually quite interesting. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: If he hasn't undergone puberty yet, then isn't his dick as small as some cocktail sausage? Or even better, AAA battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: How could you say that about him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: But then again, he's an ikan bilis. How big do you expect his dick to be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, oh man. Imagine a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;: I can't. It's too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;: Hur hur, sperm whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeeeeeep. &lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3516197597011970556?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3516197597011970556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3516197597011970556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3516197597011970556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3516197597011970556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/foundations.html' title='foundations'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFsbom2KQxI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Ueom4xRY3MQ/s72-c/P1010172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5243800238315295107</id><published>2008-06-19T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:10:52.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choux pastry heart</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling super uber duper tired today. There's really nothing much to blog about, lol. Just that yesterday, me and Poh went to Bukit Panjang Plaza after Janine left for Malaysia. Stupid ass of a girl, went to Malaysia to go shopping. I am really jealous. Malaysia has pretty good food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. This reminds me of Malaysian driving license and escalators! I feel really mean for laughing at JC, but it's really very very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out with Poh for a reaaaally short while to go get stuff from Popular. After that, I was hungry (hee hee) so I went to buy chicken wings and blah. It was only $4.50 for like 2 sticks of 4? Hahaha. And then Poh was like, "Eh look!" Then I spun around and dropped my chicken on the floor. Which is pretty loser-ish but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we saw. Hahaha, it was Ying Ying and her brother and her mother. Oh manzzz, I totally disgraced myself infront of her whole family or something la. Hur hur hur. I bet now her brother thinks he's drop dead gorgeous and that I like him or something 'cos I dropped my chicken on the floor. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world hates meeeeeeeeee. Why does bad stuff keep happening to me! I just noticed how increasingly angsty that statement sounded la. Hahaha, t2enage angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, whatever. Heymath benchmarks are pissing me off. Why are there suddenly 2 new ones?! I feel angry, grrrr. I haven't even finished the last lot. Bah humbug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5243800238315295107?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5243800238315295107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5243800238315295107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5243800238315295107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5243800238315295107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/choux-pastry-heart.html' title='choux pastry heart'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-619074950557367729</id><published>2008-06-18T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:43:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another card recipient</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi said:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a really cute baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i think you've finally cracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crack what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 you're not cute&lt;br /&gt;#2 you're not a baby&lt;br /&gt;you're huge and fat&lt;br /&gt;cracked your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♡ Qingyi says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-619074950557367729?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/619074950557367729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=619074950557367729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/619074950557367729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/619074950557367729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-card-recipient.html' title='another card recipient'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8355691533655849581</id><published>2008-06-18T16:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:21:06.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acquiring taste</title><content type='html'>I feel so super shagged now, ugh. And I still have a helluva lot of homework left. Plus I just found out that there are 2 more Heymath benchmarks asshole shit stuff. Grrr. I feel so mad, I could kill someone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Janine and Poh came over to do Europe Trip project. Obviously, we didn't do much. I mean, we even looked at my parent's wedding photos. That's how freaking much we all digressed, lol. But I found a lot of cute photos of me. (I know I sound very egoistic, but they are really cute) And I look super fat in all of them. I don't know why. And I'm eating in almost all of them. Hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjMQcGN8xI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mZ-juBVFejo/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjMuDRb8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cSg60JDWUS0/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141660205839090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjMuDRb8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cSg60JDWUS0/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjNn9ts54I/AAAAAAAAAys/X5F8d8pS18g/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142655146190722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjNn9ts54I/AAAAAAAAAys/X5F8d8pS18g/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjNoHGwrsI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Y4nHZB4nZhk/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142657667215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjNoHGwrsI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Y4nHZB4nZhk/s320/P1010174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjNoW3NWdI/AAAAAAAAAy8/GhgVH_sJdmU/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjQnpIk0qI/AAAAAAAAAzE/OCvamquo0co/s1600-h/P1010170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjQnpIk0qI/AAAAAAAAAzE/OCvamquo0co/s320/P1010170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213145948156646050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjQn1ZFFSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Sx2b7LoO7YY/s1600-h/P1010171+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjQn1ZFFSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Sx2b7LoO7YY/s320/P1010171+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213145951447094562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should have gone and been a child supermodel. Wahahaha. Okay, I'm obviously joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(edit)&lt;/b&gt; And did I mention? Janine said there was this really hot Hwachong gymnast and we went to view his Friendster profile. Smart ass me forgot to sign out la. Ack, and he viewed back my profile. Omgz, make me seem like some weird freak-o. And he's not even all that hot la can. Hur hur hur! &lt;b&gt;(/edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8355691533655849581?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8355691533655849581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8355691533655849581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8355691533655849581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8355691533655849581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/acquiring-taste.html' title='acquiring taste'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFjMuDRb8vI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cSg60JDWUS0/s72-c/P1010172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-39640547087061428</id><published>2008-06-17T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:47:44.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clockwork adventures</title><content type='html'>I'm only doing this 'cos Ada asked me to. Ada, you suck. I swore off quizzes for a really long time alrdy. But since I love you sooo much, and I can't stand the thought of your shattering hearts 'cos I didn't do your quiz, I'm gonna do it! You have to love me for life. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a baker, hahaha. And open a pretty bakery somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Priscilla, Rachel, Natalie and Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;My confidence is like, this big blob of fluctuating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be like Jesus. I mean, He's the one that I really wanna get close to and walk with. So yeah, He's my number one idol manzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, isn't there always a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;I want to get good grades, I guess! So that I can use it for DSA, hahaha. And I really want to go for mission trip to Thailand at the end of this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't knowwww. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you broken someone's heart that she/he tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;I like being hugged. I don't know why, I just love hugs alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I don't know. I guess just be nice and funny and nice and funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, unless they're with assholes I don't know. Wo ai ni men duo duo da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like dolphins?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think you had a nice haircut?&lt;br /&gt;My haircut's been the same for soooo long. I should go try something crazy alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How messy is your room?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, it's pretty okay I guess. But I still can't really find my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Ada? Well: a really retarded ACJC girl. I honestly cannot get over the ACJC acronym thing. Heehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to please yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur hur! Wouldn't you like to know. During the exams last year, I stood up on this tire swing and spun myself right off the thing. And I got 3 bruises, but I was really happy with myself. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you had one wish right now, what would you wish for to come true?&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want a million dollars to go shopping right now. I feel very depressed, deprived and dejected. The three "D"s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the most amusing text message you've ever received?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I can't remember really, hur hur hur. I deleted all my messages from my inbox so it's really clean now. And I can't find anything it in that's amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-39640547087061428?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/39640547087061428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=39640547087061428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/39640547087061428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/39640547087061428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/clockwork-adventures.html' title='clockwork adventures'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-969059444848424579</id><published>2008-06-17T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:04:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living at two opposite ends</title><content type='html'>I am so super duper screwed. Hahaha, I so need to get down to doing work soon. I haven't done anything the whole day today. We were supposed to do half of the Europe Trip video at Janine's house but we ended up playing DOA and car-racing on her Xbox. Stupid asshole has 3 Xbox-es at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoying, I don't even have one la can. But it was kinda amusing 'cos all the girls in DOA have really big boobs. I mean, it's really inproportionate to the rest of their body. And their boobs wriggle, makes me crinkle up my nose everytime I see it. Hur hur hur! No wonder so many guys like to play it now. Lol, when the girls fight ah, I bet it's heaven for them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's math tuition tonight. I'm just gonna ask for help for every single A Math thing I have la. I hate A Math so much, I hope I can drop it in JC. It's annoying the shit out of me 'cos I can't do it. Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-969059444848424579?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/969059444848424579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=969059444848424579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/969059444848424579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/969059444848424579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-at-two-opposite-ends.html' title='living at two opposite ends'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7234099508039061183</id><published>2008-06-16T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:46:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ascending heavens</title><content type='html'>I feel increasingly happy today. I really didn't expect to be allowed out today, but I did in the end. Which I'm really thankful for 'cos even though it wasn't for long, it's better than nothing righttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get down to doing any work at home, especially A Math. I found A Math super duper hard to do, but apparently some smart assholes like Jason find it easy as pie. So easy that he got pissed off and didn't want to do it anymore. Ugh, so I have to do it myself now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are ending and I'm frigging no life and trapped in the house doing homework. We should have holidays that are ten thousand years long. That way I can have ten times more fun that I am now. And maybe I could be out there shopping too. I feel so super duper deprived that I've been looking at &lt;b&gt;topshop.co.uk&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;pullbear.com&lt;/b&gt;. They both make me very sad souls, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for today best friend. I still don't get my A Math, but whatever la. What would I ever do without you? (I owe you a million and one things already)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7234099508039061183?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7234099508039061183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7234099508039061183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7234099508039061183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7234099508039061183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/ascending-heavens.html' title='ascending heavens'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4717442772405671137</id><published>2008-06-16T09:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:13:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scripted mouths</title><content type='html'>Miss Leong's concert was great. As in the musicians all played really well and everything, but I honestly do not get the music they're playing. Hahaha, I was falling asleep 'cos I thought the music had absolutely no melody to it. But then again, I'm a shallow shallow person. I only liked one song 'cos the Alto Sax was nice and the drummer was super duper pro shit can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid thing was that Yappie wasn't performing. It was the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; Mr Yap. The one that fixes our instruments. Hahahaha, I honestly didn't know that he could play any instrument. I just thought he was, y'know, the repair-man. Lol, but anyway whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we took a section photo and nothing more than that. Because it's hard to take photos in the Esplanade (it's so freaking crowded can).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXIgQFJI9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uz1LTKcJiEc/s1600-h/Section+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212292600149124050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXIgQFJI9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uz1LTKcJiEc/s320/Section+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXL7wOW9PI/AAAAAAAAAxo/G-WQWwWXG8g/s1600-h/Black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXL7wOW9PI/AAAAAAAAAxo/G-WQWwWXG8g/s320/Black+and+white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212296371169064178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXIgpL6TaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/snoDxpy9wds/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212292606888398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXIgpL6TaI/AAAAAAAAAxY/snoDxpy9wds/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Esplanade has pretty lights, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitzums, I have to go to school later la can. Ugh, I feel so annoyed. I want to go shopping really badly. I realised that I wasted 3/4 of my holidays on trips and camps. Which kind of suck, because I never really got to shop on any of them. Hur hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4717442772405671137?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4717442772405671137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4717442772405671137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4717442772405671137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4717442772405671137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/scripted-mouths.html' title='scripted mouths'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFXIgQFJI9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uz1LTKcJiEc/s72-c/Section+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2362328337541910657</id><published>2008-06-15T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:56:46.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard to come back home</title><content type='html'>I'm barely done with my work and I basically haven't touched it yet. I'm almost done with E Math (well, it wasn't alot to begin with) but I haven't done anything else. If I drew up a homework list, all of them would be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead darn super duper tired now and I really wanna go and crash my bed and sleep. But I think I should go and do all that homework. Uhm, anyone wants to help me with my Chemistry and A Math work? Hur hur hur. I suck at math, which is very annoying. Because no one sucks at math. Except me, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Miss Leong's concert at the Esplanade later and I heard Yappie is performing. I don't know why he'll be, I thought he was in SSO not Phil Winds. But whatever la, hahaha. I miss Yappie so much, it'll be super great to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll miss you so much more than I already am, I know it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2362328337541910657?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2362328337541910657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2362328337541910657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2362328337541910657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2362328337541910657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hard-to-come-back-home.html' title='it&apos;s hard to come back home'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-467900501254667453</id><published>2008-06-13T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:28:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It feels like it was yesterday, and sometimes it feels like someone else's memory."</title><content type='html'>Band camp really sucked. I mean, the people rocked alot and everything. But alot of horrible and suckily shitty stuff happened too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 The food sucked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, two pieces of fish for a whole packet of rice?! And the brocolli was gross. At least it looked gross. I could go on complaining about the food for like forever, but whatever. I can't be bothered. I'm gonna get better food tonight onwards. Hur hur hur, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 Interview for Exco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview for Exco positions were held on the first night before dinner. I was the second last one to go and I totally screwed it. I don't even think I'll get Recruitment Officer anymore. Maybe I'll end up with some cock-ass post like what, Welfare Committee or something. (Hahaha, I know someone in Welfare, lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the questions they asked were weirdddd. How do you answer &lt;I&gt;"Why should I not choose you for Recruitment Officer?"&lt;/i&gt; I just stared at them for like, ten thousand million seconds and made stupid faces. Then gave some asshole answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all this shitty pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 Butt ache&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had butt ache for the whole band camp so, I looked like a freaking duck walking around. I think I'll get like some old person disease when I'm old. Then I'll die really young. Which is kind of contradictory, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4 Ants in my sleeping bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had ants in my sleeping bag. Like 10 over red ants inside. So I wanted to sleep outside on the table or something. But my cool section opened up all their sleeping bags and shared with me so I didn't have to get a back ache to add on to my butt ache. (I'm sorry I kicked you in my sleep, Zi Ying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFJn1nUBeyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dW65Iz_wOLw/s1600-h/ABC!007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFJn1nUBeyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dW65Iz_wOLw/s320/ABC!007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211341889604778786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFJn12wbztI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C7RGy12oADc/s1600-h/ABC!008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFJn12wbztI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C7RGy12oADc/s320/ABC!008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211341893750476498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh but our Foster's Rhapsody ensemble performance was not bad, really! At least I thought it was not bad. And our juniors played really well too. Hahaha, they like talking about stuffing outer covering with cotton. I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-467900501254667453?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/467900501254667453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=467900501254667453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/467900501254667453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/467900501254667453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-feels-like-it-was-yesterday-and.html' title='&quot;It feels like it was yesterday, and sometimes it feels like someone else&apos;s memory.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SFJn1nUBeyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dW65Iz_wOLw/s72-c/ABC!007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5295329675033254009</id><published>2008-06-10T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:05:11.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"But I'll burn every bridge that I cross, and find some beautiful place to get lost."</title><content type='html'>I'm a happy soul today! Finally after like what, almost 2 months, I get to see # again. Hur hur hur! I didn't think watching Chronicles of Narnia the 2nd time would be fun, but I realised that I probably slept through the 1st time I watched it. 'Cos I noticed that I didn't see alot of parts of it. So loser-ish la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept blowing bubblegum. I have very good bubble-blowwing skills oh-kay! I blew like, 10 bubbles at least! Not one, not two, but &lt;b&gt;ten&lt;/b&gt;. I feel really proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through Priscilla Seah (the &lt;b&gt;extra&lt;/b&gt; soul) came and she wore this "Little Miss Birthday" shirt. Aren't you supposed to wear that only on your birthday? Or you can wear it everyday! Then everyday is your birthday! Hur hur hur! I left at around 5 and left both of them to go to the library themselves. I wouldn't walk there anyway. So hot. I have a freaking big blister anyway, that hurts alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE5Zkrb5uCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/j4ZXspXCg5c/s1600-h/PSP-ing..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE5Zkrb5uCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/j4ZXspXCg5c/s320/PSP-ing..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210200305584158754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I miss you lots Rachel! Even though Church Camp ended only 2 days ago, I really wanna see you again and &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; pillow fight with you. Ugh. And you're practically the only person who can play PSP with me and not laugh 'cos I didn't know what a PSP was :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5295329675033254009?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5295329675033254009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5295329675033254009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5295329675033254009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5295329675033254009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-ill-burn-every-bridge-that-i-cross.html' title='&quot;But I&apos;ll burn every bridge that I cross, and find some beautiful place to get lost.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE5Zkrb5uCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/j4ZXspXCg5c/s72-c/PSP-ing..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8821474191446356426</id><published>2008-06-09T20:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:42:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I'm with you, I make every second count 'cos I miss you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iNaLZuDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3XZTB3brmBY/s1600-h/ABC!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209857957698320434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iNaLZuDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3XZTB3brmBY/s320/ABC!000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iOPgfUlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gHOAB7-tkD0/s1600-h/ABC!002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209857972013847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iOPgfUlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gHOAB7-tkD0/s320/ABC!002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iOaBSz1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/-lHq4Y7a79E/s1600-h/ABC!004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209857974835793746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iOaBSz1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/-lHq4Y7a79E/s320/ABC!004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iO62XG7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/OG3Q53WiQ7Y/s1600-h/ABC!005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209857983648308146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iO62XG7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/OG3Q53WiQ7Y/s320/ABC!005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0k_90TLvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9gxchaKhJFo/s1600-h/DSC03331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0k_90TLvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9gxchaKhJFo/s320/DSC03331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209861025281814258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, everyone went today except Nicole Chong 'cos she's away in Bali. Stupid girl, lol. Anyway, wo ai ni men duo duo! Andrea's slipper broke halfway when we were taking photos. So she bought this uhm, nice pair from Art Friend at $4. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wenfei took this really unglam photo. Okay, Janine looks perfectly fine in it. But my mouth is so super big 'cos I'm eating. So embarassing la, totally ruins my perfect reputation. Hahaha!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0kocZhruI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/a3iUtxIN3u8/s1600-h/DSC03328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209860621174157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0kocZhruI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/a3iUtxIN3u8/s320/DSC03328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to mug my Geography now. Apparently we have a hell lot of homework that I don't know about. I am so super dead 'cos I haven't started on any yet. I wonder who wants to help me do some of them :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8821474191446356426?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8821474191446356426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8821474191446356426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8821474191446356426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8821474191446356426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-im-with-you-i-make-every-second.html' title='&quot;When I&apos;m with you, I make every second count &apos;cos I miss you&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SE0iNaLZuDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3XZTB3brmBY/s72-c/ABC!000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1909103707803819825</id><published>2008-06-08T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:06:35.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I give you my heart on a string, I just don't wanna miss anything"</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm back in Singapore again and I'm gonna stay put until the end of the holidays. Which is a good thing right? I don't know, lol. Anyway, Church Camp was kind of fun I guess! I really like rooming with Kristin and Rachel Yeo 'cos they're both really cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermons were good, just that the speaker's voice was abit drone-y and I fell aslepp today. Like really fell asleep. It's either I'm too tired or I just suck. I feel really horrid for doing that too. I better like, listen well next week or something. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Hebron people didn't leave a really good impression on me. Honestly, I mean, they don't really dress really appropriately for Church Camp to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bengs. Ah lians. Bitchy-looking girl with rebonded hair. Girl who wears a spaghetti-strapped dress with a tank (or maybe, it's her bra) showing. Guys with skinnier legs than me (I hate these kind of guys). Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any photos 'cos I kind of got sick of taking photos after the Europe trip. Ada, you should have gone! Hahaha, we'd have so much fun making fun of you. I heard you're getting a new PSP from Rachel. Like omgz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year at Church Camp, somehow something always happens and I finally get to know more about a person. I mean, I can't say anything about what you're doing and I can't describe it too. But really, whatever. I had fun at Church Camp anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've missed you lots when I was away, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1909103707803819825?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1909103707803819825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1909103707803819825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1909103707803819825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1909103707803819825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-give-you-my-heart-on-string-i-just.html' title='&quot;I give you my heart on a string, I just don&apos;t wanna miss anything&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8799165180195269323</id><published>2008-06-04T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:49:27.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you."</title><content type='html'>I'm so damn tired now. And there's Church Camp today too, and I haven't packed.So, I'm gonna upload a few more photos ('cos I feel like it) then go and pack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjLYGlgnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/8U4RN4A-tIw/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjLYGlgnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/8U4RN4A-tIw/s320/27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207818328711987826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjLoGlgoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nxsIxenw610/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjLoGlgoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nxsIxenw610/s320/28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207818333006955138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjL4GlgpI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-YqXuQwLMvI/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjL4GlgpI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-YqXuQwLMvI/s320/29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207818337301922450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjL4GlgqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gdxi5kiryZw/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjL4GlgqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gdxi5kiryZw/s320/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207818337301922466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXkloGlgrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JW-FO6lOjGM/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXkloGlgrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/JW-FO6lOjGM/s320/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207819879195181746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXkloGlgsI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Swgu0ndsgfo/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXkloGlgsI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Swgu0ndsgfo/s320/32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207819879195181762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmP4GlgtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8Rdyt6oPjEA/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmP4GlgtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8Rdyt6oPjEA/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207821704556282578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmQIGlguI/AAAAAAAAAvg/E5702TXozDM/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmQIGlguI/AAAAAAAAAvg/E5702TXozDM/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207821708851249890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmQIGlgvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2CC0UIuO53E/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXmQIGlgvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2CC0UIuO53E/s320/35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207821708851249906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And did I mention that there was FREE porn on the TV in the hotel? Hahaha, it was quite disturbing la can. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. When we were at the port waiting for the boat to come and ship us off to Venice, we saw this pair of boxers that had a sausage sticking out from the crotch area. I swear Europeans are either horny or just plain vulgar. But the guys there are hot, so hahahaha. Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8799165180195269323?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8799165180195269323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8799165180195269323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8799165180195269323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8799165180195269323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/lights-will-guide-you-home-and-ignite_04.html' title='&quot;Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEXjLYGlgnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/8U4RN4A-tIw/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7224894569737053322</id><published>2008-06-02T19:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:43:38.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another aeroplane, another sunny place."</title><content type='html'>Europe trip was pretty okay la. Hahaha, it wasn't as uber fun as I thought it would&lt;br /&gt;be. Because the hotels sucked (Some didn't even have air-con, hello?) and the food was horrible most of the time. And 3/4 of the time was spent on teh bus travelling from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I loved Switzerland the best. Followed be Austria, then Venice (Italy) and then Germany. The Frankfurt Airport smelt like someone shitted in the middle of it today. Hahaha, it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take as many photos as Janine, but I have quite alot too ohkay! So I'm just going to upload &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd14GlgNI/AAAAAAAAArY/-wW8pY8Tn2k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249511833239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd14GlgNI/AAAAAAAAArY/-wW8pY8Tn2k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd14GlgOI/AAAAAAAAArg/NsA0He0E1Pg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249511833239778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd14GlgOI/AAAAAAAAArg/NsA0He0E1Pg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgPI/AAAAAAAAAro/8HYNcDoBz84/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249520423174386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgPI/AAAAAAAAAro/8HYNcDoBz84/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgQI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZAGaO0efZCs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249520423174402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgQI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZAGaO0efZCs/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dz0oRIqkirc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207249520423174418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd2YGlgRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dz0oRIqkirc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPekYGlgSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4fOtQ-6dcU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207250310697156898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPekYGlgSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/U4fOtQ-6dcU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPekoGlgTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VIc7JFybP9g/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207250314992124210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPekoGlgTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/VIc7JFybP9g/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPek4GlgUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/squMGGImpcs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207250319287091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPek4GlgUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/squMGGImpcs/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPek4GlgVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HT2D3n1f6Gg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207250319287091538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPek4GlgVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HT2D3n1f6Gg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPelIGlgWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/057I2KiVKQ4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207250323582058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPelIGlgWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/057I2KiVKQ4/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuIGlgXI/AAAAAAAAAso/N_hur0M_1S8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251577712509298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuIGlgXI/AAAAAAAAAso/N_hur0M_1S8/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuYGlgYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5I8ij1IXPVQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251582007476610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuYGlgYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5I8ij1IXPVQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuYGlgZI/AAAAAAAAAs4/2TSsxf629Ks/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251582007476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuYGlgZI/AAAAAAAAAs4/2TSsxf629Ks/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuoGlgaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lf4U_4B5-8U/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251586302443938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuoGlgaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lf4U_4B5-8U/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuoGlgbI/AAAAAAAAAtI/cbr-n551wlE/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207251586302443954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPfuoGlgbI/AAAAAAAAAtI/cbr-n551wlE/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgV4GlgcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cK96ePZiWew/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252260612309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgV4GlgcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cK96ePZiWew/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgV4GlgdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/a0IzxVBc_C8/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252260612309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgV4GlgdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/a0IzxVBc_C8/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWIGlgeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/11G5myJZG0U/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252264907276770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWIGlgeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/11G5myJZG0U/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWIGlgfI/AAAAAAAAAto/09oHSqS14Do/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252264907276786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWIGlgfI/AAAAAAAAAto/09oHSqS14Do/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWYGlggI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TZGJLaLrpEA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252269202244098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPgWYGlggI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TZGJLaLrpEA/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0YGlghI/AAAAAAAAAt4/eNxInpvhn_8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252784598319634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0YGlghI/AAAAAAAAAt4/eNxInpvhn_8/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0YGlgiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/194jSr424vY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252784598319650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0YGlgiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/194jSr424vY/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0oGlgjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/U5ygSFxRa3Q/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252788893286962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0oGlgjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/U5ygSFxRa3Q/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0oGlgkI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FvkTsyo5AeI/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252788893286978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg0oGlgkI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/FvkTsyo5AeI/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg04GlglI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8TyvQxP74cw/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252793188254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPg04GlglI/AAAAAAAAAuY/8TyvQxP74cw/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPhBIGlgmI/AAAAAAAAAug/7_7JaDmeozA/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207253003641651810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPhBIGlgmI/AAAAAAAAAug/7_7JaDmeozA/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After coming back from Europe, it's like all the normal Singaporean guys just look really normal now. Hahaha, it's as if they pale in comparison to European hot asses. Seriously, the Italian guys were not bad. Especially Kristen's group's gondola guy. Oh my gosh, he was like super duper ultra hot la can. But apparently, he's sadly married. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that my group is really cool? We smell nice too! Wahahaha. Although the section kinda screwed up over the trip, I hope everything will be alright. I really wonder what will happen next, you know. I suddenly miss last year's Band days. And I really super duper miss Mr Yap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for Church Camp now. I miss Rach and Jo so much. And I really need someone to bitchfight with and everything. Hahaha, I've seriously never found another person like Rach. Lol I bought you both nice chocolate from Germanyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn316/multipleshotss/Europe/?albumview=slideshow&amp;direction=reverse/"&gt;(Another summer day has come and gone away)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7224894569737053322?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7224894569737053322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7224894569737053322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7224894569737053322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7224894569737053322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-light-up-sky-light-it-up-for-you.html' title='&quot;Another aeroplane, another sunny place.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SEPd14GlgNI/AAAAAAAAArY/-wW8pY8Tn2k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1302456395401207105</id><published>2008-05-23T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:30:22.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm leaving, leaving this all behind."</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna fly fly fly on a jetplane away away away to Europe! Hello sexy Switzerlanddd! I think we're going there first, hahaha. (Zurich is in Switzerland right?) And then once I come back I'm gonna be really un-glam and go in a fricking bus to Johore. I thought Johore was in KL, not meh! Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I swear I'm gonna take alot of photos and I'll miss alot of people too. Like Natalie, Vicki, Clara Banana, Maddie, the whole GR(anite) gang except Cheng Ning and lots and lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't wait to fly off. 'Cos everything I zooooop right away, I leave lots of problems behind too. Which really suits me pretty well. Hahaha, no wonder I really liked Mum's idea of migrating after my A Levels or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh manzxzx, I still have so much to pack, but I'm not going to bother now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel very annoyed with myself that I let you affect me so much 'cos right now, everything I do is never complete. I miss you so damn much, but I don't think you'd even give a damn. I just don't fricking know what to say anymore because "I love you"s are too damned over-rated now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1302456395401207105?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1302456395401207105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1302456395401207105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1302456395401207105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1302456395401207105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-leaving-leaving-this-all-behind.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m leaving, leaving this all behind.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1686809372157171766</id><published>2008-05-22T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:48:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Should I have known you'd bring my heartache, almost lovers always do."</title><content type='html'>I'm so fricking excited actually. 2 more days to gooo! Ugh I hate the iTrippers people, hahaha. 'Cos they get to leave tonight at midnight to go to Italyyyy. Which means they skip school tomorrow la. But still, whatever. I'm not happy because I have to go to school tomorrow. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tonight, sigh. I don't like Lao Shi and I wish that annoying asshole would just &amp;!@$ off. Because I don't like him, and he's really annoying. I hope he gets run over by some car on the way to tuition today. Then I won't have to see his dickhead-face ever again. Wouldn't it be nice, if the world was &lt;s&gt;Cadbury&lt;/s&gt; asshole-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn sleepy. And OH, I got A2 for this Normal Chinese Mock Exam thingamabob. Hahaha, quite cool right. I should just go take Normal Chinese can, seriously! And I thought I topped the class for Bio and was damn pro until Louise told me that Mr Sim calculated wrongly. Ugh, so much for being smart. So I, being a really nice and honest student, went to tell him. Hur hur so I dropped from 34 to like, 30. Which kind of sucks. Wo yao ku le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1686809372157171766?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1686809372157171766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1686809372157171766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1686809372157171766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1686809372157171766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/should-i-have-known-youd-bring-my.html' title='&quot;Should I have known you&apos;d bring my heartache, almost lovers always do.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-9147671714388249208</id><published>2008-05-20T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:51:52.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I may have lost my way now, but I haven't forgotten my way home."</title><content type='html'>I'm so super duper sleepy right now. I have, what, Biology E-learning to do later. And I think I have Math Tuition tonight too, which really super sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDKMpB_dRdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/L22h23yRfm0/s1600-h/z142335074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDKMpB_dRdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/L22h23yRfm0/s320/z142335074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202375156103464402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's damn cool. But then again, it's so scandalous I don't dare to watch anymore. Hahaha, I just stopped at what, episode 3? Lol. But I think Serena's really pretty. And uh, that Blair has a really manly name. But then again, she's rich and pretty. So who cares right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it wasn't a really great day yesterday after all. Rachel dearest, you have no idea how much I love you. Hahaha. Yes, bitch island sounds like a really great idea. But whatever, it's so horrible. Lol, everyone should be as cool as us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Oh my gosh, Rachel, you SUCK. Why did you take my moisturiser?! No wonder he don't like you la! 'Cos your skin's so wrinkled you look worse than a grandma's bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R:&lt;/b&gt;Excuse me? It's not my fault the grass is greener on my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 5 minutes, we run to each other and go like, "Hello dear, I love you!" Hahaha. I mean, not that the above conversation actually happened, but something around there happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 more days&lt;/em&gt; to the ineffably orhsome Europe, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-9147671714388249208?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/9147671714388249208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=9147671714388249208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9147671714388249208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/9147671714388249208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-may-have-lost-my-way-now-but-i-havent.html' title='&quot;I may have lost my way now, but I haven&apos;t forgotten my way home.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDKMpB_dRdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/L22h23yRfm0/s72-c/z142335074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3679593176842052536</id><published>2008-05-19T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:32:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I believe that to fall out of love,You have to fall into someone else first."</title><content type='html'>Oh manzx. Europe in 5 days, and I seriously can't wait. Hahaha, it's gonna be such a blast la can. I bought like a new pair of shoes yesterday and they look pretty cool. Then again I don't have much taste for shoes so, yah. Whatever. And I got a cool new pair of jeans from Topshop too. I really didn't know that my Mum knew what Topshop was. I thought she only knew like, This Fashion or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai wo de Granite Gang. Wahaha. I didn't even know about this photo la, lol. But my skirt looks so retardedly long in it. Maybe I should start folding my skirt or something. But then again, that would look soooo horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDD0Rh_dRcI/AAAAAAAAArI/gGRM_weXhEc/s1600-h/m145242853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201926151632405954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDD0Rh_dRcI/AAAAAAAAArI/gGRM_weXhEc/s320/m145242853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. I am going out with Poh the Hohoho. (Okay that didn't make sense, but whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling is good!:P says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait ah&lt;br /&gt;gimme five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high five!&lt;br /&gt;uh was that what you meant? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling is good!:P says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha uh no!!!&lt;br /&gt;i meant five minutes you goon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 4 paragraph thing, you only replied 4 lines. So what, what, what do I do now? I'm so damn sick and tired of hanging here. But I really don't wanna let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3679593176842052536?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3679593176842052536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3679593176842052536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3679593176842052536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3679593176842052536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-that-to-fall-out-of-loveyou.html' title='&quot;I believe that to fall out of love,You have to fall into someone else first.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SDD0Rh_dRcI/AAAAAAAAArI/gGRM_weXhEc/s72-c/m145242853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3668022190429049004</id><published>2008-05-17T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:26:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Because you live, boy. My world has twice as many stars in the sky."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY LEEWEI, DEAR JUNIOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally getting older. Have fun in Sec 2, dear. We shall go take Panda to a launderette soon. He's getting really dirty, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Leewei and Janine pangsai on Thursday. And I found like, super funny English in Daiso. I mean, who spells "vegetable" as "begetable"? It was really quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SC6IOR_dRbI/AAAAAAAAArA/yIJk3IWEdU0/s1600-h/ABC!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201244398588609970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SC6IOR_dRbI/AAAAAAAAArA/yIJk3IWEdU0/s320/ABC!000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Cheng Ning left at about 4, and left me alone with Leewei. So we walked to Cathay. Which is a really nice (and super quiet) place. It's quite cool, but scary. I don't know why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-learning and Enrichment week! Like finally, school's gonna break for June Holidays. I am really so damn happy. I can't wait to zoop off to Europe. Because I just feel so tied down here, ugh. But thank goodness for cool friends like Priscilla and Rachel and whoever else who's made me feel better all this crazy while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to make like, 2 new skirts with Mel yesterday. I'm so super sorry Andrea See-Buay-Tahan that we went without you! You can come and make with us when we go and collect, hahaha. But I like the Tailor woman, she's really nice. Just that, uh, she speaks Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done any E-learning yet, hahaha. Except A Math, and now I shall attempt the Chem one, even though it looks super dodgy. I mean like, Air Pollution? I don't think we've learnt that yet. But then again, I don't listen in lessons, so how would I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I'm not pissed with you because you were in-charge today. I was felt that you really didn't have to talk about how your experience with the recruits were. Even though they were quite rotten (the juniors seem to not do very well at marching), but I don't even have a chance to try. You do, but you don't wanna be R.O. because you wanna be Secretary. I know it's not your fault you got the chance, but you really didn't have to make me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been hell. It's not a nice feeling to be left hanging, and not knowing what to do next. And then lots of weird and horrendous stuff just happen to happen. Which sucks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like looking for a new Chinese tuition now. Because this dick-head in my current class can't seem to stop annoying me. I wish he'd just get a life and stop being such a bitch. No wonder he's got no girlfriend. What an annoying asshole. I hope that when he gets to JC, all the girls run away 'cos his face is too hideous and they all get sore eyes or something. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3668022190429049004?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3668022190429049004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3668022190429049004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3668022190429049004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3668022190429049004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-you-live-boy-my-world-has-twice.html' title='&quot;Because you live, boy. My world has twice as many stars in the sky.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SC6IOR_dRbI/AAAAAAAAArA/yIJk3IWEdU0/s72-c/ABC!000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-457102808842642831</id><published>2008-05-14T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:50:56.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound"</title><content type='html'>I feel really accomplished. Because I'm gonna be a really good girl from today onwards, and I'm not gonna let all these people affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you guys are so not guys. You're so damn bitchy you can go exchange your dick to become some chick already. Just that I don't think you all will be that appealing, but whatever. I just hate it that I have to go through all this all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not as if I did anything wrong too. I felt so much like slapping them, I really don't know why I didn't. I'm so sleepy. Enrichment starts tomorrow, thank goodness. I don't know what I'm gonna do in tuition tomorrow, I think I might just pon or something. We'll see how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-457102808842642831?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/457102808842642831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=457102808842642831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/457102808842642831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/457102808842642831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-hearing-what-you-say-but-i-just-cant.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m hearing what you say but I just can&apos;t make a sound&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3015174262475215203</id><published>2008-05-13T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:09:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell me that you need me, then you go and cut me down."</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey dear,&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for really very long alrdy and this is going to be really hard to say, but yah. Here goes nothing anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know I've hurt you alot these past few months, and I don't really deserve any of your love or anything right now. But right now, I realise that I've been looking for answers in all the wrong places. And that actually all I ever needed was you. It's as if you were there all along but I never really got down to treasuring you, just as I should. I know it might be abit too late for you right now, but I really think that I still love you. Through all this, after everything, I realised that I never really stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want it to become like how it was before, but it's kind of impossible now isn't it? I'm really trying my best to talk to you as much as I can and everything. But you know, it's as if I have to have a reason to talk to you? That's why I feel so idiotic trying to patch things up. I really feel as if I'm the only one who's trying so hard. Because everytime it seems like I have to initiate a conversation before you will even talk to me. It's so one-sided. I really don't know what you think or what you feel anymore. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You really can just tell me if I'm annoying you and you're too busy with your busy schedule to talk to me or anything. You could just tell me that I'm trying too hard and maybe it won't go back to how it was last time, no matter how hard I try. You could just tell me you don't want to talk to me 'cos I'm so dead darn annoying and everything. But please, please, please, you leave me hanging everytime. I feel like I'm above the ground, but I'm holding onto nothing but this small tiny rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Qingyi&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't reply. I feel like shit already. I think I'll feel worst after reading your reply. I don't know, I feel so emotionally unstable now. I just wanted you to know. I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel so !@#$%$&amp;@ now. Maybe I should go take a rest or something, but yeah. Social Studies test tomorrow, and I haven't studied. But I really don't plan on studying and everything. I shall just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so crap now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3015174262475215203?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3015174262475215203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3015174262475215203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3015174262475215203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3015174262475215203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/tell-me-that-you-need-me-then-you-go.html' title='&quot;Tell me that you need me, then you go and cut me down.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2463800556972509274</id><published>2008-05-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:24:54.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Put your hands way up high, we will never say bye."</title><content type='html'>I failed A Math, like shitzums. And Bio test today was so super screwy. I finished it so fast I bet half my answers were wrong anyway. And Mr Sim wanted to see my paper, but I was too ashamed of my scrawly handwriting to show him. I think my handwriting's gonna screw up for tomorrow's Geography test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better do well for tomorrow's test. I better, better, better. Even though I only started studying today, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Did I mention that I got a cool new Ipod? Hahaha, finally manzxzxz. I'm gonna upload Gossip Girl into it. But the stupid thing is taking so long to download. Maybe it's because it's like, 4.44GB big. Which kind of sucks. Ugh manzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really can't do anything without you here. Come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2463800556972509274?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2463800556972509274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2463800556972509274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2463800556972509274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2463800556972509274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/put-your-hands-way-up-high-we-will.html' title='&quot;Put your hands way up high, we will never say bye.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4768167118555241542</id><published>2008-05-10T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:49:46.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is emotion, and then there is what you do about it."</title><content type='html'>I really miss Issie sooo much. Hahaha. I used my webcam in my computer for the first time today, and it's really cool! Just that somehow there's no sound. Which kind of sucks, but whatever la. Hahaha, it's still cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVSDgA61QI/AAAAAAAAAqo/FtrDOguH9yw/s1600-h/0qq5E.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198651564955981058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVSDgA61QI/AAAAAAAAAqo/FtrDOguH9yw/s320/0qq5E.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVSdwA61RI/AAAAAAAAAqw/tsG-8hQcSIY/s1600-h/v3f53.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVTdwA61SI/AAAAAAAAAq4/L8EgC9shJKU/s1600-h/fsi5B.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198653115439174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVTdwA61SI/AAAAAAAAAq4/L8EgC9shJKU/s320/fsi5B.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and they gave out the Leadership Postition option form thing today. I really don't know what to put. 'Cos we have to put 2 options. But other than Recruitment Officer, I really don't know what I want to do. Hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy. But I should really go study for the tests now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4768167118555241542?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4768167118555241542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4768167118555241542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4768167118555241542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4768167118555241542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-emotion-and-then-there-is-what.html' title='&quot;There is emotion, and then there is what you do about it.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SCVSDgA61QI/AAAAAAAAAqo/FtrDOguH9yw/s72-c/0qq5E.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3472625644630815705</id><published>2008-05-09T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:22:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey boy thanks for nothing, I never knew enough about you babe."</title><content type='html'>I think Iron Man is a complete waste of money, hahaha. I thought it was like some super cool plot or something, but turns out it's just some terrorist thing. So stupid la, but whatever. It's quite funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kind of, uh, weird today and everything. So whatever. I shall not bother about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography and Biology and SS test next week. Seriously, after next week, I'm gonna be free for so long. I really can't wait to take a break. Like finally after I don't know how long. I really really really can't wait. Vick's right, this is the first time since Sec 1 that I'm actually looking forward to the June Holidays. Sec 3 life sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, I'm gonna:&lt;br /&gt;#1 Shop a hell lot&lt;br /&gt;#2 Eat a hell lot, but not as much as shopping&lt;br /&gt;#3 Have mugging sessions at libraries&lt;br /&gt;#4 Go for a movie marathon&lt;br /&gt;#5 Sleep and lose the &lt;s&gt;panda&lt;/s&gt; black eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to mug like, super crazy now. For that 3 tests, which are really crazy. Then I'm going to go out and do God knows what, God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention? I want to dye my hair pink. Just for a day. To laugh at myself, and then dye it back black. Hahaha. 16 more days to Europe trip! I can barely wait manzxzx. It's gonna be the bomb! Compared to here anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3472625644630815705?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3472625644630815705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3472625644630815705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3472625644630815705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3472625644630815705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-boy-thanks-for-nothing-i-never-knew.html' title='&quot;Hey boy thanks for nothing, I never knew enough about you babe.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3901135788941843255</id><published>2008-05-08T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:46:50.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I didn't think I'd ever miss anyone so much that it hurt."</title><content type='html'>So much damn things on my mind now. I think I really feel damn damn damn !@#@#%@ over the whole Recruitment Officer thing. Since now it's kinda obvious I won't get the position anymore. And, shitzums la. I wanted it since Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is changing changing changing into something I don't really know anymore. I just can't wait to graduate out of it. Seriously, and I used to like it so much. Especially during SYF last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I like my class. Mel came back from Japan today! Like, she's back finally after I-don't-know-how-long la! Hahaha, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually found out that you can see people peeing in the next cubicle in the school toilet. That's actually quite gross, yah? Like the lights have the metal sheets in them that actually reflect. So yah, it's kind of disturbing. 'Cos if you just look up, you can like see EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Lynnie, don't worry too much. I'm fine, I swear. I love you, dear. I'll talk to you about it, I promise. We'll find time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3901135788941843255?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3901135788941843255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3901135788941843255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3901135788941843255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3901135788941843255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-didnt-think-id-ever-miss-anyone-so.html' title='&quot;I didn&apos;t think I&apos;d ever miss anyone so much that it hurt.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1385491000574114403</id><published>2008-05-07T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:54:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you."</title><content type='html'>I don't $%@&amp;-ing know what to say. I've been trying so hard to make up for everything I didn't do. And for all the times I've really hurt you and everything. But you're just really cold about it. So now what do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you could see that I needed you, then maybe I wouldn't feel like an asshole doing all these things. It's been the 4209453th time I've felt like it's all gonna fall through again. I don't want it to turn out like last time again. Can you just open your eyes wider? Because I wouldn't do this for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed the A Math test today. I could only do one question, that was 8 marks. So I think 8/30 will look really good on my paper already. Since I just left the rest blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been stressful, as usual. I've been calculating the maximum points I can get for everything. And where I can land in. I've been so emotionally unstable over my grades, I think I can just burst already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people I need are no where near. Not even close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1385491000574114403?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1385491000574114403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1385491000574114403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1385491000574114403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1385491000574114403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-god-blessed-broken-road-that-led.html' title='&quot;That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4751705270851061160</id><published>2008-05-04T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:25:50.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I just need to know if it's possible for two people to stay happy together forever."</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. And I'm so sick and tired of all this shit. So what if I don't care about &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; anymore. I don't really think it matters anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to school tomorrow. Somehow it's so much better out there than in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4751705270851061160?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4751705270851061160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4751705270851061160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4751705270851061160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4751705270851061160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-need-to-know-if-its-possible-for.html' title='&quot;I just need to know if it&apos;s possible for two people to stay happy together forever.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-164346662649513169</id><published>2008-05-03T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:38:45.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's something about the way you looked at me."</title><content type='html'>I screwed my CA1 pretty badly. So there, I cried in school over it. And ####, I bet half the school saw. So annoying. And if my father was there he'd like slap me infront of everyone, I bet. And scream shout scream shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt; 72.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese:&lt;/b&gt; 60.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Math:&lt;/b&gt; 60.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Math:&lt;/b&gt; 66.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biology:&lt;/b&gt; 73.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/b&gt; 56.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography:&lt;/b&gt; 77.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combined Humanities:&lt;/b&gt; 74.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got only one fricking A1. Like wtffff. I feel super annoyed with myself now. And it doesn't help that my average is &lt;u&gt;67.8&lt;/u&gt; and my L1R5 is &lt;u&gt;14&lt;/u&gt;. Like that I can't even get to ACJC, let alone ACSI IB or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to become this mugger asshole. I just wish I had another choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-164346662649513169?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/164346662649513169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=164346662649513169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/164346662649513169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/164346662649513169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-something-about-way-you-looked.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s something about the way you looked at me.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5156404611807830952</id><published>2008-05-01T18:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:13:25.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You and I should get away for a while, 'cos I just want to be alone with your smile"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmd30ABj4I/AAAAAAAAApw/XwqEvedyxbQ/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195357227325689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmd30ABj4I/AAAAAAAAApw/XwqEvedyxbQ/s320/P1010194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmeGEABj5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/-c7GLtmMsEw/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195357472138825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmeGEABj5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/-c7GLtmMsEw/s320/P1010195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmeT0ABj6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1-YzaQIiW_U/s1600-h/P1010196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195357708362026914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmeT0ABj6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1-YzaQIiW_U/s320/P1010196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiHUABj7I/AAAAAAAAAqI/rY3cNBcRsAU/s1600-h/P1010197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195361891660173234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiHUABj7I/AAAAAAAAAqI/rY3cNBcRsAU/s320/P1010197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiTEABj8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SPty6jPbIQ0/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195362093523636162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiTEABj8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SPty6jPbIQ0/s320/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmic0ABj9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BKLMlVeR7VA/s1600-h/P1010199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195362261027360722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmic0ABj9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BKLMlVeR7VA/s320/P1010199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiu0ABj-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DlNweAVElJY/s1600-h/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195362570265006050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmiu0ABj-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DlNweAVElJY/s320/P1010201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say? The performance was really horrid. I thought it was anyway. I played so many wrong notes, that I gave up right from the start. That was like, Piccolo March? I found that it was pretty pointless. We all kind of screwed up in some way anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a Primary school kid in the Band Uniform cos they made me pull back my fringe. If I didn't wear a hairband they'd gel it up la. So disgusting. But anyway, Pris came! With (ahem, ahem!), hahaha. It was quite funny. 'Cos (ahem) was so tall it was quite freaky. Anyway, so Patty came and she was in a Cookie Monster shirt. That was kinda gay, but yah. She's always gay anyway. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really horrid about Band nowadays. I mean, yah, YPSB (Young People's Symphonic Band) sounds quite cool and all, but the concert on Handover day? I always thought it was a tradition to have Handover on 8th August every year. It's not as if we want to miss YPSB or anything. But, some problems could have been avoided if ____ just asked. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Handover's just gonna be rescheduled. And guess what, we'd have lost a really big part of our SC Band culture. It's not as if we haven't lost enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo emo emo. But thank you for making me feel better. Even though it was just one message, and you didn't say much. You always make me feel better. Someway or another. I bet the Adidas jacket you bought for me is like, fake. But nevermind. I still love you and miss you truckloads anyway. 26 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5156404611807830952?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5156404611807830952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5156404611807830952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5156404611807830952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5156404611807830952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-and-i-should-get-away-for-while-cos.html' title='&quot;You and I should get away for a while, &apos;cos I just want to be alone with your smile&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBmd30ABj4I/AAAAAAAAApw/XwqEvedyxbQ/s72-c/P1010194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4077791988027992455</id><published>2008-04-30T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:25:21.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love doesn't always work, that's how life is."</title><content type='html'>Going out with Li En today was really fun. We just walked around aimlessly. I mean, I wanted to buy a bag (which I did) but we wanted to watch a movie too. And when we got to Golden Village at Plaza Sing, we realised that the movie we wanted to watch wasn't out yet. So super loser right. Hur hur hur. We wanted to watch Hottie and Nottie. But it wasn't out, so we were damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yamaha ran out of clarinet size 3 reeds too. That made me very sad too. Lol, so we went to Spotlight and took photos. But like, it was quite weird cos we used the self-timer thing. So we were like standing there smiling at the camera like idiots or like, 10 whole seconds. So loserish right. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhHZ0ABj1I/AAAAAAAAApY/ODiwC_EOC8o/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194980678952914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhHZ0ABj1I/AAAAAAAAApY/ODiwC_EOC8o/s320/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhICEABj2I/AAAAAAAAApg/KNQswG2t6Jw/s1600-h/Image217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194981370442649442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhICEABj2I/AAAAAAAAApg/KNQswG2t6Jw/s320/Image217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhIUkABj3I/AAAAAAAAApo/iG58Z9AOq64/s1600-h/Image218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194981688270229362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhIUkABj3I/AAAAAAAAApo/iG58Z9AOq64/s320/Image218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look really horrible in all the photos, but whatever. Lol. My blog is locked anyway so no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fat, hur. Everything I ate today is fattening. I had a Chocolate Muffin for breakfast, Ice-cream for recess and Fried Mars Bars for lunch! I'm going to so grow fat at this rate. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4077791988027992455?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4077791988027992455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4077791988027992455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4077791988027992455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4077791988027992455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-doesnt-always-work-thats-how-life.html' title='&quot;Love doesn&apos;t always work, that&apos;s how life is.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBhHZ0ABj1I/AAAAAAAAApY/ODiwC_EOC8o/s72-c/Image214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-436708140687160270</id><published>2008-04-29T18:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:21:45.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're the light that makes my darkness disappear."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY STUPID SISTER QINGRU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you're like Primary 3 officially now. I hope you do well for your Chinese exam, even though your Chinese sucks as much as mine. I wonder why. Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to post really random and retarded videos that the teachers have shown us over the past 2 days. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IttePP9XTc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IttePP9XTc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sim showed us this. I know, I know, it's kinda Christian-y senstive. But it's so super funny la. I think the Terminator is really cool. He keeps shooting the guy. So darn funny, wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTLiJE-j1-I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTLiJE-j1-I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs Low showed us this today! So cute la. I think the song is stuck in my head now la. I keep singing it to myself. So scary, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7IxliAPjAk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7IxliAPjAk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria told me to watch this thing. It looks really stupid, lol. But whatever. Hahaha, Gloria's so retarded anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like really scared for the Lit test 'cos I think I kinda screwed it. Like everything I studied didn't come out, and everything I didn't study came out. Like annoying much! And the Full Lit people don't even have the test! I thought they were supposed to know the text better than we do! Ugh, so shitty shitty bom bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine helped me buy these really cute pouches that are like, Strawberry Shortcake and Chip &amp;amp; Dale! So cute. And a sticker book of Strawberry Shortcake stickers. Hahaha, so cheap somre more. Like 3 things for $3 lehzxzx. So I changed my wallet to the &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; Strawberry Shortcake pouch. It's so pink and bimbotic and cool &lt;s&gt;and gay&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istana performance on Thursday, and I'm not really that excited for it. I mean, I guess I can play my notes and all (although not really well). But I still miss Mr Yap a hell lot. Like he and his stack of chairs and how he jumps when he conducts us. I don't think it really mattered then whether we were a good band or not. Right now, we're letting it affect us so much, we've lost so much of our identity. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 more days. I can do this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-436708140687160270?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/436708140687160270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=436708140687160270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/436708140687160270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/436708140687160270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-light-that-makes-my-darkness.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re the light that makes my darkness disappear.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7607518707823724304</id><published>2008-04-27T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:56:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's alarming how loud the silence screams."</title><content type='html'>FOW was great. It was really cool and not screwed, hahaha. Jeremy and Samuel were great worship leaders. Ada played to piano really well. Sherman whacked the drums like no one's business. And Ian, John Calvin and Anthony did an awesome job strumming strings. Hahaha. So, even though "Who Am I" was abit weird ('cos no one knew where to come in), it's okay. 'Cos I had fun playing Jeremy's PSP. Lol. I love Loco Roco. I want a PSP now, so who wants to buy me one huh! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQvlUABjvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OZOJISJBBOQ/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193828588335501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQvlUABjvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OZOJISJBBOQ/s320/P1010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQv40ABjwI/AAAAAAAAAow/zK_yeRKe72o/s1600-h/P1010171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193828923342950146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQv40ABjwI/AAAAAAAAAow/zK_yeRKe72o/s320/P1010171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwJ0ABjxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/KGwW1lHLya4/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193829215400726290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwJ0ABjxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/KGwW1lHLya4/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwokABjyI/AAAAAAAAApA/d2yslMwjgVw/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193829743681703714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwokABjyI/AAAAAAAAApA/d2yslMwjgVw/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwzkABjzI/AAAAAAAAApI/JVsPoJ2vul8/s1600-h/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193829932660264754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQwzkABjzI/AAAAAAAAApI/JVsPoJ2vul8/s320/P1010175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQxDUABj0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/kfhwZaW3m7M/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193830203243204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQxDUABj0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/kfhwZaW3m7M/s320/P1010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just noticed that almost every photo features the PSP in it. Hahaha, that's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there's like UNSW tomorrow, for I don't know what subject. Plus there's Chinese test tomorrow. I don't even know whether it's the block test. Like shitzums. I'm majorly screwed if it is can. I just hope I get a decent grade for Chinese. I just don't wanna do it in JC anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, 30 more days. I can do this thing manzx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7607518707823724304?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7607518707823724304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7607518707823724304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7607518707823724304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7607518707823724304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-alarming-how-loud-silence-screams.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s alarming how loud the silence screams.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBQvlUABjvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/OZOJISJBBOQ/s72-c/P1010169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3819124015178483770</id><published>2008-04-26T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:03:17.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The broken clock is a comfort, it lets me sleep tonight."</title><content type='html'>How did ten thousand people in another school know about my disturbing habits of slashing. I really don't want to think that someone betrayed my trust. After all I only told the people I trusted the most. So I feel very pissed off now. And whatever, poo to all your shitzums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band prac was ugh. I had cramps and stomachache all the way anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's FOW! I can barely wait. I hope Jeremy brings his PSP again. It's actually quite fun. I like Loco Roco. I totally own at that game manzxzxz. Hahaha. And it's so cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test on Monday, like omgz la. Hahaha. I so need to study properly for it. If not I'll jsut get really low marks again. My CA1 average is like, 67.8. And my L1R5 is 14. Barely enough to get me even into ACJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. But you've barely even been gone for one day at all. Come back soon, 'cos I'll be here waiting for you to come back. And it's not my fault I'm going to Europe, lol. Why you go to Beijing huh! Sigh, my dearest best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better come back soon. I miss you like crap already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3819124015178483770?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3819124015178483770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3819124015178483770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3819124015178483770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3819124015178483770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/broken-clock-is-comfort-it-lets-me.html' title='&quot;The broken clock is a comfort, it lets me sleep tonight.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-391330196635709647</id><published>2008-04-24T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:20:35.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBBeyUABjuI/AAAAAAAAAog/Q-B82l2HJNk/s1600-h/m141794326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBBeyUABjuI/AAAAAAAAAog/Q-B82l2HJNk/s320/m141794326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192754588813463266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really tired today and I don't rightly know why. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test today was pretty screwed. I don't really know how &lt;s&gt;well&lt;/s&gt; badly I'm actually going to do, but I can't really be bothered. I feel reeeeeeeeeeeally empty lately, it's like bottled-up emotions and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, you know. I'm going to miss you so much when you're away, though. I just wish you didn't have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Music mid-years tomorrow and FOW practise. FOW pisses me off when they try to like, kinda "force" me to play with the older youth? But whatever, that was so last Sunday. So I shall just try to like, forget it. Yah, but I'm like really drifting pretty faraway from God. I don't know why, but maybe because I'm just too caught up in studying and my own problems. I don't know. I really really really miss Mission Trip so damn much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Jodi Picoult&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-391330196635709647?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/391330196635709647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=391330196635709647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/391330196635709647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/391330196635709647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-we-find-others-in-that.html' title='&quot;Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SBBeyUABjuI/AAAAAAAAAog/Q-B82l2HJNk/s72-c/m141794326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8321605517339936510</id><published>2008-04-22T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:36:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When you look me in the eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven."</title><content type='html'>I failed 2.4km run today. I seriously can't believe it la, I've never failed before. Like, I've passed borderline-ly, but I've never ever failed. I feel really physically unfit now. Ughness. Now I have to like, re-run on Friday again. And then it's going to be damn hot on Friday, so I'll be sweating like some crazy banana. So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so there. My running sucks. I can't believe I cried over it and all, but then again I emo a hell lot nowadays. So anything sad just makes my tearducts work up. Which is pretty screwed, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for cool friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess other than NAPFA, today was a pretty good day! Band was annoying, and everything as usual. But bus-ing home with Pohpiah and Janinenineny was very interesting. They are both so damn retarded. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; How do you spell disgusting? J-a-n-i-n-e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J:&lt;/b&gt; How do you spell loser? Q-i-n-g-y-i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; -Laugh laugh laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; How do you spell asshole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J:&lt;/b&gt; A-l-y-s-s-a!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Chem test on Thursday, and Music mid-years on Friday. And guess what, I'm pretty much screwed for both. Especially 'cos I haven't even got my Music textbook yet, and I don't plan to buy it too. Lol, can you imagine paying like, $66 just for some book?! Seriously, it's quite retarded, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to miss you so damn much, m'dear. So ####ing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8321605517339936510?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8321605517339936510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8321605517339936510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8321605517339936510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8321605517339936510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-look-me-in-eyes-i-catch.html' title='&quot;When you look me in the eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1621143242832878102</id><published>2008-04-21T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:51:08.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the pain, there is healing. In Your name, I find meaning."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI JIE&lt;br /&gt;I'mjust being pathetic again&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;Chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think she was trying to say "ciao", lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! Feeling hot? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always pathetic my dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah&lt;br /&gt;Watever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! Feeling hot? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you're watching disney channel online or smth right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! Feeling hot? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reeeeeeeeeeeally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just busy chatting with all the idiots around me&lt;br /&gt;going to youtube soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! Feeling hot? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are all the idiots?&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely NOT one of them right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and my friend Shernis&lt;br /&gt;and this freako called Gamesbot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;('.') CHINKY! Feeling hot? says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so NOT an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;freako?&lt;br /&gt;how can you call your friend an idiot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;She is just annoying&lt;br /&gt;and that Freako guy&lt;br /&gt;he never thinks like a human&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is a robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, my sister is so retarded. I was like, in the toilet when she started talking to me on MSN la, that big fat loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to blog about today. Like, alot of great stuff happened. Hahaha, like I think I passed NAPFA! I got like what, 10 points so far? Hur, that's really not bad! I just need to pass my 2.4km run, which I really think is tomorrow. I hope it's not, 'cos I think I'm going to die running 12 rounds. I'm like, super unfit now can. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test on Thursday, shitzums. Have I mentioned how horribly horrible my Chemistry is? Hur hur, like last in class kind of thing, yo! (I should go mug now, my Mum is getting on my nerves today. I think she's PMS-ing or something. But by now, I think it should be menopause already. Hmm, I wonder.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1621143242832878102?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1621143242832878102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1621143242832878102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1621143242832878102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1621143242832878102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-pain-there-is-healing-in-your-name-i.html' title='&quot;In the pain, there is healing. In Your name, I find meaning.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-6762676572412928460</id><published>2008-04-20T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:01:39.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I need a reason to stay here. I need a reason to wake up and not care it's raining" -Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;#1 thing to blog about:&lt;/b&gt; Carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAse06xh9UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/f6J52RbrSXc/s1600-h/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191276889953662274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAse06xh9UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/f6J52RbrSXc/s320/P1010165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsfOaxh9VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/flubjHV9A7s/s1600-h/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277328040326482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsfOaxh9VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/flubjHV9A7s/s320/P1010166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsgaaxh9WI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V6i9nODCL1U/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278633710384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsgaaxh9WI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V6i9nODCL1U/s320/P1010167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsiFqxh9XI/AAAAAAAAAoY/JufTfm_mMqg/s1600-h/19042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191280476251354482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAsiFqxh9XI/AAAAAAAAAoY/JufTfm_mMqg/s320/19042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more? It was immensely sucessful manzxzx! We sold out like, EVERYTHING! Including our drinks and brownies! Mel even had to go get 2 more tubs of ice-cream from Island to meet with the rising demands. Roflmao. But I had fun at Carnival, even though we didn't take a group picture! Lol. But it was super dee duper fun. Honesly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those fat pigs that didn't come (Like Jollin &amp;amp; Rachel sexys and Maddie dearest), you missed out on soooo much. Hahaha, but I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was awesome, and I swear that we proved the teachers wrong. 'Cos in the end, we pulled the whole Island Creamery thing all off. And I bet our profit was around $1000 bucks too. Hee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 thing to blog about:&lt;/b&gt; (This is random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH GUESS WHO JUST CALLED, SHITZUMS. I can't believe of all people he'd call. I don't really want to talk to him right now, 'cos like I don't really need a total jerk like him right now, ugh. Okay, but whatever. I just totally dao-ed his stupid OM talk half the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 thing to blog about:&lt;/b&gt; F.O.W. prsctise&lt;br /&gt;It was today, and oh man, was it screwedddd. Okay, I like my main worship group (Which is the same group as Adadada and Rach), but like the other one just stinks. I'm not even in it anyway, and I'm not even gonna play the piano for the real thing so I can't believe they just tried to make me sight-read chords like that. And it's not as if I know how to read the chords too, ughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus screwing up infront of like, the older youth, is really not my thing. I don't even know what to talk to them about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I have tuition later. Screw that. And I wanna go egest nowwww. I've been holding for preeeetty long already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-6762676572412928460?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/6762676572412928460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=6762676572412928460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6762676572412928460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/6762676572412928460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-reason-to-stay-here-i-need.html' title='&quot;I need a reason to stay here. I need a reason to wake up and not care it&apos;s raining&quot; -Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAse06xh9UI/AAAAAAAAAoA/f6J52RbrSXc/s72-c/P1010165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8948853273407029870</id><published>2008-04-18T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:10:34.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?"</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Carnival! And I think it's going to be really fun. I really really really hope Issie Bitsie Bellie Pootsie can come back. She'll be so proud of our &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;retty &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ittle &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;anner! Like P.Y.B., yo! Wahahahaha I feel so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting next to Gloria in class. She's so retarded. She and her "Oh no, my Mum's gonna lock me in the toilet for the whole holidays 'cos of my results". Then she draws this girl behind bars locked in a toilet. She's so super amusing. And during English oral too! Omgz, hahaha. All the "overpopulated" portions of the photo. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to really hyperventilate really soon. Today was pretty okay. I found out that I only got one C, which is for Chem. My E Math and A Math were saved (by quizzes and graded assignments!) Thank goodness. And I topped the class for Combined Humanities, like 74! Can you imagine! But Wenfei was like 72.9, so yah. She did really well too. That stupid Literature freak, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Combined Humans must really suck. No one got A1 at all manzxzx. That's really quite sad, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Take him and cut him out into little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8948853273407029870?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8948853273407029870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8948853273407029870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8948853273407029870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8948853273407029870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-he-dark-enough-enough-to-see-your.html' title='&quot;Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4438964931617142665</id><published>2008-04-16T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:24:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The thing about you is that you know just how to get me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAXgbbuXlCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5AhJVdcG6z4/s1600-h/DSCF0173+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAXgbbuXlCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5AhJVdcG6z4/s320/DSCF0173+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189800907517695010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, Jollin dearest. The eyeliner makes my eyes look horrible gothy-wannabe-ish. Roflmao. Anyway, yes yes let's go mugging together at some library sometime soon ohkay! (With or without Rachel we'll need to discuss, yah?) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem chem chem. My Chem sucks like shit manzx. I totally need Chem tuition but I really don't wanna go for remedial. 'Cos remedial makes it sound like you have uh, special needs or something. And remedial makes me feel really assholish and really stupid. So yah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival's on Saturday, omgz. I can't wait. We put up our posters today, and the catchlines are all so retarded I can't stand it. Roflmao. We even stuck outside the General Office la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We rock your boat 'cos we keep you afloat!"&lt;br /&gt;"We don't sell Girl Guides, but we sell Brownies."&lt;br /&gt;"Feeling hot?"&lt;br /&gt;And many other weird weird slogans. And Mel Khor came up with most of it, that retarded girl. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigonometry Quiz tomorrow. Shitzums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starting time:&lt;/b&gt; 9:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;br /&gt;Qingyi. I prefer it lots to Joella, thank you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister/s: &lt;br /&gt;One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother/s:&lt;br /&gt;ZEROOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: &lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know. But I know my cool new Bata school shoes are size 6. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;br /&gt;161.5 cm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, clothes? Hahaha, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Like, on this really pathetic small red dot. I mean, compare us to Russia man. We're like, hahaha. A speck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number: &lt;br /&gt;2 and 7, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drinks: &lt;br /&gt;GREEN TEA. And Mango Ice Blended, just that I really really hate pearls to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Months: &lt;br /&gt;January (For obvious reasons! :D) and December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Breakfast: &lt;br /&gt;Lol, I like Koko Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You Ever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: &lt;br /&gt;Erh, no, I don't really think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: &lt;br /&gt;As sadly deprived as this sounds, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: &lt;br /&gt;I fall off my chair sleeping la can, roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: &lt;br /&gt;Yah, but some people just never call. Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if they're meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on: &lt;br /&gt;Idk. And I don't erally wanna know, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the Trigonometry worksheet I'm supposed to do. And my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;DONUT. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever had&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: &lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: &lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: &lt;br /&gt;Lol, yah. Duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: &lt;br /&gt;Omgz, thank God no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I think it'd be quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Idk. My mum I guess, with her "Eeyer, what's a donut" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Marie Digby, Say It Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Go to school, play a fool. Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate someone in your family?&lt;br /&gt;My dad, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good singer?&lt;br /&gt;No. Lol, I don't know who stupid enough to put me as back-up singer for FOW. I think the windows might just shatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the oldest?&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoors or outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, indoors. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today did you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm, I talked to Nat and Vick and Maddie and Jollin and Patty dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, if I ever talked to him again, I would be cursing the whole time. Annoying asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person who&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Janine I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Cough cough, actually I don't rightly know if it's a crush. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;Yah. I can't live without Weiwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;A pull-out bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite locations:&lt;br /&gt;Shopping centres. And themeparks. Gardens. Anywhere that's happy, anywhere away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced a slow dance with someone you didn't even like?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I haven't even dances a slow dance before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;Lol I can't think of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lonely right now?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty muchhhhh :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finishing time:&lt;/b&gt; 9:23 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4438964931617142665?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4438964931617142665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4438964931617142665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4438964931617142665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4438964931617142665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts-red-unspoken-pieces-of-memory.html' title='&quot;The thing about you is that you know just how to get me.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SAXgbbuXlCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5AhJVdcG6z4/s72-c/DSCF0173+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8227749779729473475</id><published>2008-04-15T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:54:05.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not long ago I gave up hope, but you came along and gave me something to hold on to"</title><content type='html'>Hello _______,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the bestest friend I could even ask for. Even though I broke your heart ten thousand times, you never gave up on me. And I really do need to thank you for that, and for always being there for me. When I need you and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been one of the few people who could really last me throughout eternity. I know I've been really mean to you, and I haven't been treating you like a friend at all. But I really want you to know that I really do love you, so much more than you'll actually ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're going to leave for Beijing in a week or so, I just want you to know I'll miss you like crap. Even though right now we aren't really talking now, it's okay. I just want you to know that when you're there, I'm going to be missing you so much I think I could die here in Singapore. (This means you have to call me when you're there, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really stupid to not see you when you were there all along. And I've been really stupid to have just ignored you. And this time, I really want to treat you the way you deserve it. I really feel damn shit-ass, only realising this now. But yah, better late then never, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask for anything right now, it'd be for you to care more. I really want our friendship to return to normal again. Just like last year. I'm really giving up hope on this friendship and I really don't know if it will ever return back to normal. I don't even think I know you anymore. Have you heard how she talks about you? I can't even say anything anymore. I feel so screwed up right now. Over this and over Chem and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"No time, no time." They said they had no time for us. Now you have barely enough time for me at all. I really wish it wasn't like that. But Maddie's right. If 2 people get too close, they're bound to drift apart someday anyway.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And my dearest Priscilla Seah, I love you. Don't bother what she says about you. Because you know that's not going to happen, so don't let it get to you! You're a kick-ass smart freak, so you are going to get so super good marks for O Levels, her jaws will drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what she says, it's what you think of yourself. And I think even though you didn't do well for your piano, I bet the examinor was deaf or something. So nevermind. I go hang pig head on her stupid angmoh house door la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All piano examinors are angmoh right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a cheaply used word that I think we need another word to replace it now. I said if you didn't mean it don't say it. But you didn't seem to get it. See see? Now you're even cursing me with four-letter words. Get a life, #, I don't care about you anymore. So go find some other girl who would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8227749779729473475?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8227749779729473475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8227749779729473475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8227749779729473475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8227749779729473475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-long-ago-i-gave-up-hope-but-you.html' title='&quot;Not long ago I gave up hope, but you came along and gave me something to hold on to&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1867375431923662174</id><published>2008-04-14T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:55:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I used to dream you up and make you up in my mind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;[Quote] Sometimes, when we say something in past tense, we wish we could say "is" instead of "was". [/Quote]&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha, my dear girl. You have to stop thinking of him. You need a total brainwash la can. But anyway, yah. I know how it feels like to be thrown one side after a while. Or to just drift apart from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, things just happened. And maybe just this once, this wasn't built to last. And you know what, out of the 4 of us that was, I only have you left. As much as I'd want those days back, I guess we'd be pretty much better off without them. Really. We were happy and retarded, but they made us really sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that you always have me! Don't you dare emo about this anymore, or I'll slap you. Hahaha, can you imagine life without me! It'd be like a donut! (Shut up, just boost my ego abit, will you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love you, my dear girl. Cheer up and stop thinking about all those stuff. It was happy, I admit, but if thinking about it makes you sad, then I'd rather you not think at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No time, no time." They said they had no time. So now YOU have NO TIME to think about THEM. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my PW group. Hahaha, we rock so much la! Like, whoa ex-oh okay! Our banner is so pretty and our product is so cool. So all you people have to come for SC Carnival and buy our pretty cool Island Creamery ice cream! Wahahaha. (This is what screwing half your results up does to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I can't wait for Carnival. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and have I mentioned? Somehow me and Rachel ended up back-up singing for FOW. That's really super duper funny. Everyone's ears will burst listening to our superstar voices la can, hur hur hur! You know you really love our wonderfully &lt;s&gt;screechy&lt;/s&gt; amazing voices. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new Bata school shoes. Rofl. Buy and throw away! Lol, it's better than the last pair I had. The last pair I had was since what, Primary 4?! Hur hur hur. At least this one's not velcro. And it's pretty decent. Branded and truely amazing. Wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes now have laces ohkay! Isn't that cool, or isn't that coooooooooool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1867375431923662174?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1867375431923662174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1867375431923662174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1867375431923662174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1867375431923662174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-used-to-dream-you-up-and-make-you-up.html' title='&quot;I used to dream you up and make you up in my mind&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4476140751496525948</id><published>2008-04-13T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:01:14.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And the heart's all over the world tonight"</title><content type='html'>I am fricking not emoing. In fact, I really can't be bothered with you anymore. So whatever, go and die. Wahahaha. I really feel like laughing now. I don't really know why, I just don't give a shit anymore I guess. Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs concert is on what, 24th May?! That kind of sucks alot, 'cos I'm leaving for Europe on the 24th? Hur hur, and I didn't go for Planetshakers too. (All you fatties who went, stop rubbing it in that I couldn't go 'cos I had MEP and Piano lesson) Ughness manzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I shall try to keep reminding myself that Europe will be ten times funner than Hillsongs concert, hur hur hur. BUT I SO WANNA GO. Ugh, screw horrible dates la can. And then when I leave for Europe, Jason comes back from Beijing. So stupid right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Jo helped me put eyeliner. So itchy la can, and I kept tearing too. Hahaha, now I can't get it off 'cos I don't have the makeup remover thingamabob. I think I'm a total asshole at this make-up stuff. I swear the eyeliner's fricking hard to get off. I look like I have panda eyes now. So gross manzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sigh and super ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4476140751496525948?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4476140751496525948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4476140751496525948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4476140751496525948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4476140751496525948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='&quot;And the heart&apos;s all over the world tonight&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7344218555445129395</id><published>2008-04-12T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:25:44.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I couldn't stop, I couldn't tell you no"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIjZ8NpgDTU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIjZ8NpgDTU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marie Digby, Fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 am as I stumble over to my bed&lt;br /&gt;Got a funny premonition that tomorrow's gonna be the same&lt;br /&gt;But all I remember&lt;br /&gt;Is how we think I heard you call my name&lt;br /&gt;And your open invitation to come over for a drink or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you do well&lt;br /&gt;The true intentions of your secret smile&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you no&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say I'm giving in to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're through with it&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You lead your trap beneath the obvious&lt;br /&gt;Until some good girl pulls through&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love with a fool&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the hall&lt;br /&gt;In room number 804&lt;br /&gt;There was the devil himself and his dark kept secret hell&lt;br /&gt;And curiosity grew with every single following day&lt;br /&gt;And I was dreaming, dreaming that you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say I'm giving in to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're through with it&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You lead your trap beneath the obvious&lt;br /&gt;Until some good girl pulls through&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love with a fool&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7344218555445129395?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7344218555445129395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7344218555445129395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7344218555445129395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7344218555445129395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-couldnt-stop-i-couldnt-tell-you-no.html' title='&quot;I couldn&apos;t stop, I couldn&apos;t tell you no&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7975477935889785168</id><published>2008-04-11T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:09:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Suddenly I see, this is where I wanna be"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUPER DUPER LI EN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you and Andrea are prolly at Planetshakers concert now while me the loser is at home blogging, ugh. I hope you had a nice birthday though! Miiex lubbx euu biig biig w0rhxzxh! Hahaha. And my present was so not cheapskate ohkay, I took such a long time to make it last night my hands wanted to drop out la can. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music today was really screwed. I really can't do song-writing. I don't get all the cadences and chords shit. And like, that was counted in CA1. I shan't talk about it anymore (like about rushing my assignment because of #) 'cos it just makes me damn pissed off. Ugh, so whatever manzxzx. I can't believe I just screwed my CA1 and you just fricking !@#$%@!@#$. Omgz man, I feel so darn cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go take a chill pill now. You know, Music really sucks. Like, $66 for a textbook y'know! So expensive la can. Ugh, my pocket got one big hole already la. Pfft and I think my Music teacher wants me to go for Music Remedial or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if knowing that I'm so down for Chem Remedial is bad enough! Music Remedial's on &lt;em&gt;SATURDAY &lt;/em&gt;I think! Hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7975477935889785168?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7975477935889785168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7975477935889785168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7975477935889785168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7975477935889785168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/suddenly-i-see-this-is-where-i-wanna-be.html' title='&quot;Suddenly I see, this is where I wanna be&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5673159224142680375</id><published>2008-04-10T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:43:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We were all in love, and we all got hurt"</title><content type='html'>We got back 2 tests today. I did pretty okay for Bio, like A2 on the dot. So I'm pretty with that, 'cos I thought I was going to do reaaaaaaaaally badly or something. But I really did pretty badly for Chem, like I passed by 1/2 a mark. So yah. I'm probably going to get scolded again tonight, for the what, 3rd time in 3 nights? Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitzums, tomorrow's Friday. Carnival's like next Saturday? Hahaha, who wants to buy SC Carnival tickets huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; 19th April 2008, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 10.30am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; SCGS, duh!&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at &lt;strong&gt;$10&lt;/strong&gt; each, hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, want to buy tickets must tell me yah! Buy from meeee. I haven't sold any at all, hur hur hur. So loser right. Tsk tsk. But anyway, come and support my super cool stall selling super cool Island Creamery ice cream. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block tests are starting the week after Carnival, with Chemistry and Biology. That really spells "Hello Qingyi, You're screwed manzxzx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last peer session. Aww, so sad right! (FINALLY, HAHAHA.) But I think we're getting them donuts, hmm. I'll miss my peer charges though. And how immensely spastic they are, hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha, shoot me. Bang bang. But, &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/185550/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/185550/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5673159224142680375?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5673159224142680375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5673159224142680375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5673159224142680375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5673159224142680375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-were-all-in-love-and-we-all-got-hurt.html' title='&quot;We were all in love, and we all got hurt&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3202745474226896327</id><published>2008-04-09T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:11:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Looking for a thrill, but you've done it all"</title><content type='html'>My sister is the most retarded shit on Earth. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINKY! ('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, what. why you so loser.&lt;br /&gt;talk to me from the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy and I guess you are too&lt;br /&gt;So should not disturb&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINKY! ('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're retarded.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QINGRU('.') says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she totally copied my bunny emoticon la can. Stupid girl. I totally cannot stand her, hur hur hur. She and her random shit. And then after that she walked into my room and said, "I'm not retarded okay! I know how to count 1 to 100 la!" Then she stomps out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3 kids, sigh. And her PM is like, 'I hate it when people say my name wrongly!' Okay, fine. She's pretty cool for a P3 kid la. Just too bad she doesn't get along with anyone at school. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I can't believe I saw YOU on the bus today. You loser, hahaha. Don't feel too heartbroken 'cos you're a loser. I still love you anyway. Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm so sorry that I'm doing this and that I can't take it anymore. But I really can't do this anymore. It's like living everyday knowing that I have to wait and wait and wait, and that there's nothing much I can do about anything at all. It's not easy and I really want to just stop feeling so screwed up. I never really believed anyone who said I was waiting for a lost cause until now. Because this feeling's getting me no where at all. And I think you'd be better off without me anyway. Really. I still love you. Believe me, I still do. But it's  just that I just stop hoping for anything in return anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3202745474226896327?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3202745474226896327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3202745474226896327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3202745474226896327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3202745474226896327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-for-thrill-but-youve-done-it.html' title='&quot;Looking for a thrill, but you&apos;ve done it all&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4000368965067067681</id><published>2008-04-07T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:39:57.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So long, put your blue jeans back on girl, go home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISSIE DEAREST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so damn much. Why'd you have to goooo. Boo hoo hoo. Anyway, I hope you had a great birthday today anyway. And I'll always love you, my dear partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival is like, next Saturday omgz. I haven't even sold a single ticket can? I still have the full $100 to sell. That's so F.O.S.A.C. Hahaha, full of shit and crap! Roflmao. Janine has the lamest acronyms and stuff ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of the last Sports Day photographs!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_oSKgL7ugI/AAAAAAAAAng/OqyHbErIQGI/s1600-h/CIMG7871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186477892518525442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_oSKgL7ugI/AAAAAAAAAng/OqyHbErIQGI/s320/CIMG7871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_oSAgL7ufI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YSlWZ54uryU/s1600-h/2008_04040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186477720719833586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_oSAgL7ufI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YSlWZ54uryU/s320/2008_04040006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biology test tomorrow. And I still think I'm screwed, even though Jason said all I need to study is that concept map. But everyone else memorised like the whole book or something! Ugh, I feel so incompetent. Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chinese Oral today was horrendous. Don't talk to me about it. I bet I failed it (well, as usual right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4000368965067067681?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4000368965067067681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4000368965067067681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4000368965067067681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4000368965067067681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-long-put-your-blue-jeans-back-on.html' title='&quot;So long, put your blue jeans back on girl, go home&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_oSKgL7ugI/AAAAAAAAAng/OqyHbErIQGI/s72-c/CIMG7871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-3882650553093519762</id><published>2008-04-05T18:13:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:26:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the end I wanna be standing right at the beginning with you"</title><content type='html'>Okay I shall post the pictures of Sports Day and then blog about the concert today and random stuff. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 Pictures from Sports Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are MOST of the photos left. But I have this feeling there's still more. Hahaha. I love Sports Day la can. It's like this whole super big cam-whoring time, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dk1gL7uQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/YxnaDs7EqQc/s1600-h/n589862646_512480_243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724366276245762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dk1gL7uQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/YxnaDs7EqQc/s320/n589862646_512480_243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkmwL7uPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/D8EHwddNp1E/s1600-h/DSC02084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724112873175282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkmwL7uPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/D8EHwddNp1E/s320/DSC02084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dk_AL7uRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/gqpbkmD4BJY/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724529485003026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dk_AL7uRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/gqpbkmD4BJY/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkbgL7uOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-SoiZ8sb1FQ/s1600-h/n589862646_512478_9355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185723919599646946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkbgL7uOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-SoiZ8sb1FQ/s320/n589862646_512478_9355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkNAL7uNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ytI4dHgVBS8/s1600-h/n589862646_512471_6198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185723670491543762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dkNAL7uNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ytI4dHgVBS8/s320/n589862646_512471_6198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dj6wL7uMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/cG0IbakUsus/s1600-h/n589862646_512451_8063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185723356958931138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dj6wL7uMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/cG0IbakUsus/s320/n589862646_512451_8063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_djvQL7uLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PgYt80T6v4Q/s1600-h/n589862646_512446_5845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185723159390435506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_djvQL7uLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/PgYt80T6v4Q/s320/n589862646_512446_5845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_diTgL7uKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-A31T9YQKFs/s1600-h/n589862646_512445_5547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185721583137437858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_diTgL7uKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-A31T9YQKFs/s320/n589862646_512445_5547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dh3AL7uJI/AAAAAAAAAko/tfiGNUzB9NI/s1600-h/n589862646_512444_5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185721093511166098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dh3AL7uJI/AAAAAAAAAko/tfiGNUzB9NI/s320/n589862646_512444_5024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dhLgL7uII/AAAAAAAAAkg/UY5LoKjWKs0/s1600-h/n589862646_512442_4367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720346186856578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dhLgL7uII/AAAAAAAAAkg/UY5LoKjWKs0/s320/n589862646_512442_4367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_df9QL7uHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DvFfnvd9Skc/s1600-h/n589862646_512435_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185719001862092914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_df9QL7uHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DvFfnvd9Skc/s320/n589862646_512435_1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dlUAL7uSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NZHIPfajlus/s1600-h/n589862646_512483_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724890262255906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dlUAL7uSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/NZHIPfajlus/s320/n589862646_512483_1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in the coolest Sec 3 class ever, 3GR. Are you jealous now? HAHAHA. I love Janine, See Smell Hear, Li En, Wenfei, Mel, Chua Chua, Slimmy and Nic Chong. Yay, GR gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dtrwL7uXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HZks-n97DvY/s1600-h/P1030957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185734094377171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dtrwL7uXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HZks-n97DvY/s320/P1030957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dt1QL7uYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tQDCopNhhEM/s1600-h/P1030958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185734257585928578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dt1QL7uYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tQDCopNhhEM/s320/P1030958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_duegL7uZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_oxNxSNAUJA/s1600-h/P1030966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185734966255532434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_duegL7uZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_oxNxSNAUJA/s320/P1030966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dvEgL7uaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/epcvLHYkgM4/s1600-h/P1030967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185735619090561442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dvEgL7uaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/epcvLHYkgM4/s320/P1030967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dvSAL7ubI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rzk3dN30_S4/s1600-h/P1030978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185735851018795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dvSAL7ubI/AAAAAAAAAm4/rzk3dN30_S4/s320/P1030978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dv2wL7ucI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NnGkpJDv_Gw/s1600-h/P1030986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dv2wL7ucI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NnGkpJDv_Gw/s320/P1030986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185736482378987970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to mention the coolest section and CCA on Earth too. Hur, I have so much to be thankful for. And I really couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 Concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so super cute. I was in charge of Fuhua Primary! Hahaha, the kids were quite cute but they were annoying too. I mean, who actually has parties in the toilet? Like, 3 boys went into ONE CUBICLE together and said they were having a party inside. Like, what the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one guy got problem with his pants zip. Then his friend ran out of the toilet and said, "Eh, my friend inside pants got problem leh!" What do you want me to do right?! I can't run in and help him. So obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they pointed the middle finger to Adilah! Hahaha, and they kept showing her their butts. So that was quite amusing. Apparently they even asked her to join their gang. Hahaha, roflmao manzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dpaAL7uTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/s_W-BYe3Mfc/s1600-h/ABC!001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185729391387982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dpaAL7uTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/s_W-BYe3Mfc/s320/ABC!001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dpqQL7uUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WvfnVNQv_NI/s1600-h/ABC!002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185729670560856386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dpqQL7uUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WvfnVNQv_NI/s320/ABC!002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dqbgL7uVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FGmzEQDwgcE/s1600-h/ABC!003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185730516669413714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dqbgL7uVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FGmzEQDwgcE/s320/ABC!003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dq0AL7uWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TrzRYmfTyQI/s1600-h/ABC!004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185730937576208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dq0AL7uWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TrzRYmfTyQI/s320/ABC!004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha, so super duper cute right. Uh, although they can be really devilish. This angelic side of them makes up for most of it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the SC recruits did really well too. Lol even though we couldn't scream to support you, the "encore"s were supposed to make up for it. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 Other stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to stop/end/close like that. Hur hur! Screw this shit manzxzxz, ugh. I feel emotionally unstable. I just hope it all solves back itself. (I can't stand my mood swings sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next Friday is like whoa, ex oh. I really don't know what's gonna happen la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for stupid people who cheer me up with loserish jokes. Hahaha. Like fungus and fungi jokes. They really redefine the meaning of lame la can. Roflmao. I just hope tomorrow's gonna be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still love you, and I still miss you. Bang bang, someone should shoot me for being so stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-3882650553093519762?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/3882650553093519762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=3882650553093519762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3882650553093519762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/3882650553093519762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-end-i-wanna-be-standing-right-at.html' title='&quot;In the end I wanna be standing right at the beginning with you&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dk1gL7uQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/YxnaDs7EqQc/s72-c/n589862646_512480_243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8427438355554599350</id><published>2008-04-04T13:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:33:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's a love that transcends all that we know of ourselves." -Copeland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W_EwL7uCI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cuOiVqEoMXM/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185260634362329122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W_EwL7uCI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cuOiVqEoMXM/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports Day today was pretty much fun, until the end. But I really love 3GR, we run so fast you can't catch us! Hahaha. Yah, I was really happy this morning 'cos Issy came for awhile and all. I miss her soooo super much, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yah, emo stuff happened. So whatever to &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;. Thank God for Maddie. I would just have died (pretty much literally) if she didn't call after Sports Day. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, there were photos. And stupid me forgot to bring my camera. And my wallet, which was pretty dumb, but whatever. So most of the photos are with Chua Chua, Andrea See Smell Hear, Mel and Leewei and people. So yah, here are the really little photos I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them with my handphone so they might look like shit. Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-rQL7uAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cgomRFdY6GU/s1600-h/ABC!000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185260196275664898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-rQL7uAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cgomRFdY6GU/s320/ABC!000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W9cwL7t8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/x0dmYGbaEtU/s1600-h/04042008543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185258847655933890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W9cwL7t8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/x0dmYGbaEtU/s320/04042008543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-EAL7t-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6f998MDWYiw/s1600-h/04042008780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185259521965799394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-EAL7t-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6f998MDWYiw/s320/04042008780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-RgL7t_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/flLHIF8neSY/s1600-h/04042008782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185259753894033394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-RgL7t_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/flLHIF8neSY/s320/04042008782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-4gL7uBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VbdUvsVeZwk/s1600-h/ABC!003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185260423908931602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W-4gL7uBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VbdUvsVeZwk/s320/ABC!003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music O Levels later, and I reeeeeeally don't feel like going. ACK ACK ACK, UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha, I love Ling Lang Long sooo super much. She's so spastic la. I noticed that I do the stupidest things on Earth with her. Like crazy weird dances outside the Khoo Audi before Band Concert last year. Hahaha, Ily Lingli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking out of the Music Block in ACSI today when we saw this statue thingy. And this is what happened between us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What do you think that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; Some statue la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; But it looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; Yah, I think it's a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; And it's butt is facing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; Yah, that's an eagle. It's their &lt;i&gt;school bird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing ang laughing. 'Cos it sounded soooo super wrong. Then I was like, "HAHAHA YAH. And everyone hang theirs there together right!" So funny la. Ling Lang Long so suuuper funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Yz4wL7uEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OmE-kPsKkrg/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389071064348738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Yz4wL7uEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OmE-kPsKkrg/s320/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Y0HwL7uFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ofE8RJgdL6c/s1600-h/P1010160+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389328762386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Y0HwL7uFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ofE8RJgdL6c/s320/P1010160+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Y1ogL7uGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7zXllFDiKnI/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185390990914730082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_Y1ogL7uGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7zXllFDiKnI/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dw0QL7udI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MKQbnmFjqPU/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dw0QL7udI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MKQbnmFjqPU/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185737538940942802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dw9QL7ueI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/scyw9RV_nA8/s1600-h/P1010163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_dw9QL7ueI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/scyw9RV_nA8/s320/P1010163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185737693559765474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8427438355554599350?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8427438355554599350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8427438355554599350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8427438355554599350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8427438355554599350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-love-that-transcends-all-that-we.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s a love that transcends all that we know of ourselves.&quot; -Copeland'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_W_EwL7uCI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cuOiVqEoMXM/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1981168091532246969</id><published>2008-04-03T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:28:27.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I knew you were something special when you spoke my name"</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BELIEVE WE DIDN'T WIN LA CAN! Roar.&lt;br /&gt;And we did so super well too. Like, alot oof people thought that we'd win too. (That's what I heard anyway) Ugh whatever. I shall just wallow in self pity about our class cheer now. Boohoohoo. I'm in an emo emo mood now, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, tomorrow's Sports Day. So that means no school, and no schoolwork. So yay. Apart from the fact that I have Music tomorrow, everything's pretty fine. I'm just going to take alot of photos tomorrow and go crazy in Music lessongs again. I think I'm deprived or something. 'Cos I laugh over birdclips in Music class. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen up y'all, 'cos this is it&lt;br /&gt;The beat that we're banging is the coolest hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rock like granites, rock rock like granites&lt;br /&gt;We're cool like ice, cool cool like ice&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty like diamonds, pretty pretty like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;We rule like rulers, rule rule like rulers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR'S gonna present to you&lt;br /&gt;The lovely, wacky and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, the coolest thing&lt;br /&gt;We don't like Logs, but we love Geog.&lt;br /&gt;Whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR's got the groove now&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3GR, 3GR, we run so fast you can't catch us&lt;br /&gt;3GR, 3GR, but most of all we're built to last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love you 3GR. And I miss you 2CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss YOU too, you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And I can't live another day without you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1981168091532246969?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1981168091532246969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1981168091532246969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1981168091532246969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1981168091532246969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-knew-you-were-something-special-when.html' title='&quot;I knew you were something special when you spoke my name&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4433773650409104081</id><published>2008-04-02T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:38:08.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please, don't let this feeling end. It might not come again."</title><content type='html'>I totally !@$%ed the A Math test la, ugh. We just got it back today, and I got like what, 19/30? I just reeeeeeeeeeeally hope my Graded Assignments pull me up or something. If not I'll just die la can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to Rachel's blog and she's soooo super paedophilic manzxzx! What's with the picture of Ted on her blog huh! I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THAT PHOTO OHKAY. She totally just stole it. But whatever. He's so cute la can, hahaha. And I miss him sooo much. I haven't seen him for like, the longest time ever. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I just noticed that there are a super lot of birthdays in April! Hahaha, and I haven't prepared for a single one. I better go get the sprinkles tomorrow after class cheer or something. Mel Khor said the baking sprinkles there were really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is so funny. Sarah was like, laughing at nothing today. And Mel came up with a really cool joke. Like,&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when you cross-breed Singapore and a cow?&lt;br /&gt;A: ISLAND CREAMERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class cheer competition tomorrow. And I really hope we don't screw it up. Like, 3GR's really cool and all but the energy level was so low today. Andrea and Wenfei were like so demoralised (Uh, me too la, but yeah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Mel Tan, Mel Goh, Gilda, Wenfei and me were outside the old 2CO classroom screaming the 2CO class cheer, I cried. And so did the rest! I miss 2CO so much. I really really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote] It's been a while hasn't it, since we last did the crazy things hormones and free times allowed us to do? [/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;Yes Lynnie. Yes, it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's not all, there's still more&lt;br /&gt;So get ready to hear us roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on let me hear you sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double CO and a nut&lt;br /&gt;We are going to kick your butt&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ah ah ah, ooh ah ah ah, ooh ah ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;One more time!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ah ah ah, ooh ah ah ah, ooh ah ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Go CO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Shit. I miss you guys so damn much. All 37 of you 2CO people. Wo ai ni men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4433773650409104081?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4433773650409104081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4433773650409104081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4433773650409104081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4433773650409104081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-dont-let-this-feeling-end-it.html' title='&quot;Please, don&apos;t let this feeling end. It might not come again.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1209134035388444383</id><published>2008-04-01T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:21:08.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one played pranks on me today. Other than Janine's stupid "OMG QINGYI YOU STAINED YOU SKIRT!" I really thought I did la, I was checking and checking. But I couldn't see 'cos my head wasn't all that flexible. Then just when I was about to take off my skirt to check, Emily was like telling Janine, "Eh, she's really still checking leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid. I feel damn cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chemistry Prac was sooo fun today. Like, shooting each other with distilled water! So funny la. Especially Nicola. She didn't know I was spraying her from the cupboard until I squirted like mad can. She's so funny, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed Geography test today. Like, I didn't even finish the paper la can. And that question was like, what, 8 marks?! I'm so screweddddddd. I so needed a good grade for that Geography test 'cos the first test I got like, 17/25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh-ness. The first time in my life I didn't finish a test/exam. So fricking annoying laaaa. I'm so sad now, sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really #### you, but it didn't seem like you cared. So now, see if I care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1209134035388444383?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1209134035388444383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1209134035388444383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1209134035388444383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1209134035388444383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heart-wont-let-you-go-and-i-want-you.html' title='&quot;The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4756075883741808003</id><published>2008-03-31T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:16:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Apple bottomed jeans and the boots with the fur"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYANN DARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked the flower, even though it's pink and bimbotic. But flowers make people happy! So I hope it made you happy too. I feel happy just looking at them, so I don't know. Maybe they make you happy too! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3NGLES 2008 GRAND FINALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally over. And I didn't even do anything, but yah. I guess it was quite fun, being retarded during morning assembly today and all. I still can't believe I said that joke this morning. And no one laughed, so heart-breaking la can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The montage was so super pretty. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Pris and Joyce did a reallllllly great job. And they looked really good in the blazers too. Hahaha, even though SOMEONE'S skirt was soooo super short. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rollercoaster for everyone. (and the least stress for slackers like me, lol) But we've all done well in the end anyway! So yay. Hahaha, and I made alot of cool new friends too anyway. Like Teri and Abby and Mayann and Wenhui and Mel and Cheryl and blah. And they're all such cool people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my juniors (Jamie and Leanne) and such funny people. Lol, they drew a weird picture of me and showed it to me after the event. I didn't know I looked so funny, hahaha. They like, sprawled the words "BETRAYER" across the fricking picture all because I was wearing the Nanyang skirt for fun. But you have to admit, the Nanyang skirt is soooo fun to wear. It's like bouncy, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_DjqgL7t7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JpGKmzq3eZw/s1600-h/HELLO+CHINKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183893490437437362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_DjqgL7t7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JpGKmzq3eZw/s320/HELLO+CHINKY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chua Chua told me that I got 9/12 for the damned E Math quiz. I didn't even fricking have enough time to finish the quiz that time la. Stoooooopid. I'm so screwed for my E Math grade. I swear if I don't do well for the Geog test tomorrow and the E Math test this week, I'll cryyyyy. My grades are so horrible, I can't stand it, ugh-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4756075883741808003?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4756075883741808003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4756075883741808003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4756075883741808003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4756075883741808003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/apple-bottomed-jeans-and-boots-with-fur.html' title='&quot;Apple bottomed jeans and the boots with the fur&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R_DjqgL7t7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/JpGKmzq3eZw/s72-c/HELLO+CHINKY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1957512134513235106</id><published>2008-03-30T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:43:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reaching out to touch you, I can feel so much since I've found you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AIn2wT5U4M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AIn2wT5U4M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super in love with this song. It's Looking Through The Eyes of Love by Melissa Manchester. And it's this reeeeeeeeeeally old song from the movie Ice Castles, like in 1978. But it's so pretty. Well, the female lead in the movie is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go for Church Camp! Hahaha, I can room with Kristin and Rachel Yeo and terrorise them lots. Or I can room with Uncle Jerry and my annoying sister, and just get annoyed. By my sister and Kathleen who make a hell lot of noise together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just can't stop talking you know. They even talk about why garbage bins are &lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, they're green because they're green la! Pink garbage bins would look so obscence cos it'd be too, uhm, gay? I don't know. But pink garbage bins would just be so super disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Church Camp will be fun, hahaha. Especially since I'd be sooo jet-lagged I'd be sleeping in sermons but keeping everyone awake at night. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa Manchester - Looking Through The Eyes of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I am,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's mine now&lt;br /&gt;Finding out what's true,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can take the time,&lt;br /&gt;I can see my life&lt;br /&gt;As it comes up shining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' out to touch you,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so much,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I do believe,&lt;br /&gt;That even in a storm,&lt;br /&gt;We'll find some light.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're beside me, I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let this feelin end,&lt;br /&gt;It might not come again,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to touch you;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel so much,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to touch you,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so much,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you.&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the eyes of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1957512134513235106?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1957512134513235106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1957512134513235106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1957512134513235106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1957512134513235106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/reaching-out-to-touch-you-i-can-feel-so.html' title='&quot;Reaching out to touch you, I can feel so much since I&apos;ve found you&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-38980956552330174</id><published>2008-03-28T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:21:46.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just a girl standing infront of a boy asking him to love her." -Notting Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R-zjgwL7t6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/VexfSPksOTg/s1600-h/ABC!007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182767423026870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R-zjgwL7t6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/VexfSPksOTg/s320/ABC!007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Chaisy Daisy and Lyn (or is it Lynn?)'s pens. They're all so cute la. Hahaha, and all the crazy videos we took today in class! All those retarded big bird brain laughing ones. And the one that went "OOOOOOH" all the time it was looking at an air-con and a light. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ugh. Music lessons pisses me off to, so whateverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear 3GR's class cheer is so super cooooool. And so is our class mosaic! Hahaha, now we just need to make a banner and get the formations done. But we did soooo much stuff in one day! I betcha no other class could do so well, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3GR, 3GR. We run so fast you can't catch us!&lt;br /&gt;3GR, 3GR. But most of all, we're built to last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Issiebelliepoot (Isabelle, lol) came back today! My dearest partner, I've missed her so super much. She helped us do class cheer quite abit too! She was sitting at the back of class today mugging Chem and Physics. It's not fair she's on holiday, 'cos SJI International has some Easter Break shit. Lol, SC should have that too manzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo de hua yu heng bang. Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"At this moment there are six billion, five hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand, one hundred and twenty people in the world, give or take a few, and sometimes all you need is one. For better or for worse."&lt;/b&gt; -One Tree Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-38980956552330174?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/38980956552330174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=38980956552330174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/38980956552330174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/38980956552330174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/cos-i-could-go-across-world-and-see.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just a girl standing infront of a boy asking him to love her.&quot; -Notting Hill'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R-zjgwL7t6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/VexfSPksOTg/s72-c/ABC!007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-8741430572883311160</id><published>2008-03-24T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:44:41.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cos my world revolves around you, it's so hard for me to breathe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY FATTY BIRTHDAY BEST FRIEND JASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a reeeeeeeal good friend, and now you're so super old, you better work hard. Hahaha, since you can't slack in Sec 4 anymore. Although I really miss how last year I can talk talk talk to you for like, forever and not care about school work, I know you're a hell lot busier this year. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe trip! Hahaha, it's going to be soooo super fun now Janine's going too. And we're going to like, cool places! Like &lt;em&gt;Geneva&lt;/em&gt; (Switzerland), &lt;em&gt;Lausanne&lt;/em&gt; (Switzerland), &lt;em&gt;Venice&lt;/em&gt; (Italy), &lt;em&gt;Milan&lt;/em&gt; (Italy), &lt;em&gt;Salzburg&lt;/em&gt; (Austria), &lt;em&gt;Berlin&lt;/em&gt; (Germany) and &lt;em&gt;Nuremberg&lt;/em&gt;(Germany).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fly fly fly away to Zurichhhhh! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Math quiz on Graphical Solutions tomorrow. Don't remind me, I'm going to fail pretty badly. And my E Math test was like what, 17/30? That sucks alot, ugh. I just hope I do decently well for the CA1, I don't want a bad average grade la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you, I swear I miss your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-8741430572883311160?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/8741430572883311160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=8741430572883311160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8741430572883311160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/8741430572883311160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/cos-my-world-revolves-around-you-its-so.html' title='&quot;Cos my world revolves around you, it&apos;s so hard for me to breathe&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-2982317700510294679</id><published>2008-03-23T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:49:02.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"More than words is all you have to do to make it real"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kt7L4X4li_k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kt7L4X4li_k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Extreme - More Than Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "I love you" is not the words&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear from you,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you,&lt;br /&gt;Not to say but if you only knew how easy,&lt;br /&gt;it would be to show me how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Is all you have to do to make it real,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;br /&gt;That you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do,&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was torn in two?&lt;br /&gt;More than words to show you feel,&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real.&lt;br /&gt;What would you say,&lt;br /&gt;If I took those words away?&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new,&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than words,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've tried to&lt;br /&gt;talk to you and make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And just reach out your hands and touch me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;is all I ever needed you to show,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd already know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was torn in two,&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;To show you feel&lt;br /&gt;That your love for me is real,&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;If I took those words away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;Just by saying I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I swear I love this song, lol. And I will swooooon if anyone taught me how to play it/play it for me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today was, uh, fun. Lol. At least I wasn't sitting next to Rachel when we watched Passion Of Christ in class. Look at Ada-da-da's poor hands la! Clawed by Rachel until all redddd. Lol. And Rachel even clawed through Esther's jacket &amp; Esther's skin was actually peeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Church Camp ftwww! I think rooming with Rachel's like asking for death. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-2982317700510294679?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/2982317700510294679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=2982317700510294679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2982317700510294679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/2982317700510294679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-than-words-is-all-you-have-to-do_23.html' title='&quot;More than words is all you have to do to make it real&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-5851375083162429013</id><published>2008-03-21T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:07:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just please don't keep me guessing and waiting"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"There's always that one guy, that you would've, could've, should've. But it never worked out." &lt;i&gt;-Newport Harbor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that my Humanities trip coincides really quite badly with Church Camp, lol. Like, I come back from Europe on the 2nd June. And Church Camp's on the 4th! Hahaha, can you imagine if I go for Church Camp too, it's another $250 and another 5 days overseas! Lol, that's half my holidays overseas already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But any other way, I can't wait for the June holidays. And they are 10 weeks away! (Andrea told me yesterday that they were 10 weeks away) That's so fricking far away la. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Missions Trip tea thing later at Aunty Lee Luang's house and I just knew about itlike, today. Hur. So, I'm just stoning at home until Mum says "Let's go". And I want my lunch too, 'cos I'm really hungryyyy. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like studying. Chemistry is annoying the brains out of me. &lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I have brains. So stop looking at this screen with a big O-shaped mouth.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-5851375083162429013?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/5851375083162429013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=5851375083162429013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5851375083162429013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/5851375083162429013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-please-dont-keep-me-guessing-and.html' title='&quot;Just please don&apos;t keep me guessing and waiting&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4720232325943047932</id><published>2008-03-20T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:39:31.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your eyes are ice cold blue, a mirror of the heart inside of you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO EUROPE!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy I got into the Humanities trip manzxzxzz. I didn't think I'd even get in. But thank God I did. Hahaha, yay. But I really hope I can go la. It's soooo super expensive, like $3640. I mean like, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hur hur, 10 days! I don't think I'll ever get to go to Europe until I earn my own money or something. Yay. 24th May to 2nd June, yo. Alot of cool people are going too. Like alot of Band people are going, like 4 people from Clarinets Section are going! Peiwen, Pan-E and Chengho and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nicole Chan's going to. Bwahaha. It's going to be sooo super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals today was so super fun. I think we sounded QUITE okay. Like, quite. But then again, I kept squeaking because my reed had something wrong with it (I don't know what).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that I eat ice-cream at least twice everyday. At this rate I'm going to grow so damn fat. Roflmao, no wonder I gained like so much weight. Ugh, whatever. I really shouldn't be so bothered. Yesterday I saw this really skinny girl at Bugir MRT with Pohpiah. I really think she's anorexic and she's so damn skinny it's scary. Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4720232325943047932?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4720232325943047932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4720232325943047932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4720232325943047932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4720232325943047932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-eyes-are-ice-cold-blue-mirror-of.html' title='&quot;Your eyes are ice cold blue, a mirror of the heart inside of you&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-7761093700347125501</id><published>2008-03-18T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:26:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cos I could go across the world and never be satisfied"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DINGJIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roflmao. Apparently turning 16 didn't make you anymore mature-r. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today was really, funny. I don't know why. I laughed alot. Maybe because Mr Tan wanted us to sing the part, lol. Last time Mr Yap asked us to play. Hahaha. I guess because he thought there was a reason why we were in Band. Lol, 'cos we can't sing well. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired and drained. I don't understand A Math and I think I'm really screwed for Chem 'cos I haven't started studying yet, but whatever. I don't really care, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Good Friday. Baking at Andrea's house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-7761093700347125501?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/7761093700347125501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=7761093700347125501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7761093700347125501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/7761093700347125501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/cos-i-could-go-across-world-and-never.html' title='&quot;Cos I could go across the world and never be satisfied&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1221917673309113830</id><published>2008-03-16T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:25:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I thought I had it figured out, but you came and turned my life upside down"</title><content type='html'>I found fellow punks in Church today, hahaha. I love my DCG class. We shall all buy hair sprays and bring it for Church Camp, yay. This is fricking exciting. I think we're the only people weird and &lt;s&gt;horny&lt;/s&gt; enough to draw sperms on the bulletin during sermons. Hur hur. I think that was really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we promise not to do it again! Ada the stupid NUS High girl went to correct my labelling for a sperm. Like, whatever manzxzxxz. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without Jollin, especially last night. I'll always remember what you said, girl. You rock alot manzxzxz. And I'll remember to pay you back your 5 bucks next week! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework stuff are screwed. I think the only thing I actually finished was the Lit (Tuesdays With Morrie) thingamabob. Hur hur hur. And I didn't even bring back the Chinese book so I can't do Chinese homework, lol. I'm so screwed, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be the worst week ever. Hur hur hur. I don't wanna go back to schoooooooooool. This is annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1221917673309113830?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1221917673309113830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1221917673309113830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1221917673309113830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1221917673309113830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-thought-i-had-it-figured-out-but-you.html' title='&quot;I thought I had it figured out, but you came and turned my life upside down&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-4514641664220422855</id><published>2008-03-15T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:06:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"By now you should have somehow realised what you've gotta do"</title><content type='html'>I think I'm quite screwed, lol. I still haven't done all my homework. I've started on most of them but they're all nowhere near completion. Especially the Geography project, oh manzxzxzxzx. I'm so fricking screwed, hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a third ear piercing on my right ear. I don't know why. I just have this crazy idea to look like a punk for a day. 'Cos I wanna dye my hair pink or purple too. I think that'll be really cool. But my mum is like &lt;strong&gt;"NO PINK HAIR AND THIRD EARHOLES IN MY HOUSE AH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so paranoid, ROLMAO. I think I'll just get a third piercing during the June holidays or something. Now now, who wants to go get it with me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the March hols were super pathetic. I didn't even get to go shopping can. Even my sister bought a whole new set of clothes. I'm so annoyed la can. My sister the China doll with bangs got new clothes that actually make her look cooler. So annoying. And what have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, really, just nothing. Which sounds really no life-y. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-4514641664220422855?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/4514641664220422855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=4514641664220422855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4514641664220422855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/4514641664220422855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/by-now-you-should-have-somehow-realised.html' title='&quot;By now you should have somehow realised what you&apos;ve gotta do&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-791063222261783912</id><published>2008-03-14T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:55:45.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've been looking for that someone, I'll never make it on my own"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clorets kills sperm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentos kills something too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mint kills sperm in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate minty stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make me sneeze ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sperms make you sneeze too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mint kills sperms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sperm assasinator makes me sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equals i dont likestuff that kills sperms cos they make me sneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you like sperms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like the stuff that kills them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're, like, heartbroken when they're killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need sperms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy shld hate mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this conversation is sooo ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ QINGYI CHINKY. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're talking about sperms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I'm walking on broken glass. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our special sperm-mint talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I love you Rachel. Even though you're so horny. I agree that we're bad influences on each other. Hur hur. If my mum saw what we talk about, she'll just pry us apart with a fricking crowbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry. We're on the same side. Hur hur hur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-791063222261783912?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/791063222261783912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=791063222261783912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/791063222261783912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/791063222261783912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-looking-for-that-someone-ill.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve been looking for that someone, I&apos;ll never make it on my own&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1129617649429698420</id><published>2008-03-13T12:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:09:20.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ognuno trovi amore intorno e dentro a se"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omu4G8igoVc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omu4G8igoVc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Janine has the funniest videos ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nel cuore restera a ricordarci che, l'eterna stella sei. La forza che ci dai, e'il desiderio che. Ognuno trovi amore, intorno e dentro a se."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we'll find your light and hold it in our hearts, when stars go out each night. We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above. We hope each soul will find, another soul to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir girls are gone for Italy already. Oh man. Sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like super inferior to them. And the Dance. I mean like, see where they're going. And see where we're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind. We're cool too, in our own, uhm, cool way. Hahaha, I have a cool section at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jRLJp7aPI/AAAAAAAAAio/WogO8W7Fw78/s1600-h/IMG_6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177117761162930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jRLJp7aPI/AAAAAAAAAio/WogO8W7Fw78/s320/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jLlJp7aLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-MFZuBtwuPk/s1600-h/IMG_6407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177111610769762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jLlJp7aLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-MFZuBtwuPk/s320/IMG_6407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jLzJp7aMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6MjPkiob5XA/s1600-h/IMG_6411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177111851287931074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jLzJp7aMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6MjPkiob5XA/s320/IMG_6411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jMj5p7aNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VMP08ko4HbA/s1600-h/IMG_6417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177112688806553810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jMj5p7aNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VMP08ko4HbA/s320/IMG_6417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue me: &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/181685/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/181685/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/618953903200742659-1129617649429698420?l=little-missmurder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/feeds/1129617649429698420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=618953903200742659&amp;postID=1129617649429698420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1129617649429698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/618953903200742659/posts/default/1129617649429698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-missmurder.blogspot.com/2008/03/ognuno-trovi-amore-intorno-e-dentro-se.html' title='&quot;Ognuno trovi amore intorno e dentro a se&quot;'/><author><name>Chinkerbarbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/SVx5uOpyKVI/AAAAAAAABSA/MUeB8eVcbww/S220/DSC02379+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ImsV2CnIdFo/R9jRLJp7aPI/AAAAAAAAAio/WogO8W7Fw78/s72-c/IMG_6414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-618953903200742659.post-1999762969804315256</id><published>2008-03-12T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:27:53.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"More than words is all you have to do to make this real"</title><content type='html'>Band camp was like, the funnest thing during the holidays man. Especially the Reality Race thingamabob. Hahaha, it was so super cool 'cos my group was the first. Like duh right, 'cos we're so cool and all. Lol, joking. But it was so fun. Hohoho, we all looked like we were on drugs at night at Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was because Step Up 2 was highly, uhm, dangerously addictive. And it makes you high. Especially when you watch it with your section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3NGLES camp was, fun? Lol, I don't know. I slacked so much I don't know how to describe it. Oh, but Debbie plays Secret well. I thought only guys were supposed to play Secret to impress girls. Now she's playing it. Hahaha, and I bet she plays better than any other guy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn guitar. So I can play "More Than Words" myself. Lol, then I don't have to keep asking people to play for me. 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