<?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-19594443</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:43:40.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DO MY OWN WAY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113898580670852099</id><published>2006-02-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:56:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;my home economics teacher made us do napha.&lt;br /&gt;the objective was to teach us punctuality.&lt;br /&gt;though it was tiring, this would only increase my liking towards her, WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;finally met the sec 1 batch in guides.&lt;br /&gt;GAWD, they are like so DAO. likewise attitude problems.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like them, except for a few.&lt;br /&gt;and this was the only PT activity i was ever so enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;then me and beeching was laughing madly at that physcotic plaited-hair bitch.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine got stepped and pushed by her the most! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and huiyan can gossip? the whole pt lesson she was gossiping to me, so unlikely of her yeah?&lt;br /&gt;signed up for one of the complusory courses together with jas, tingting and yijie.&lt;br /&gt;some malay art thing, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;monday onwards, our classroom will be located at the 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;they love to exhaust our class to death yeah? GEE.&lt;br /&gt;decided to put archieves! it was actually for calendar, so i replaced it.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't done yet, too much posts to publish.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, please don't view my archieves page, INCOMPLETED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113898580670852099?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113898580670852099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113898580670852099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113898580670852099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113898580670852099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113889745372949772</id><published>2006-02-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:24:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha, went dewi's house today FOR THE SAKE OF DRUMS!! and part of indo-mee (((((:&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't get the beat right.. i'ma noob ):&lt;br /&gt;we finished 6 packets of indo-mee together.. oh-so-hungry?&lt;br /&gt;we were halfway to the bus-stop and all of a sudden an unexpected taxi was horning at us.&lt;br /&gt;its my father..? first thing that crossed my mind was- this can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;he scrolls down the window, and told me to GET IN.&lt;br /&gt;felt bad about pangsehing dewi, \\:&lt;br /&gt;a minute later, he told me to GET DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;well.. HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;i my as well kick his lily ass. JOKING (:&lt;br /&gt;went straight to bed, all the way till 8.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to complete my homework asap, starting with home econs.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it disappeared. i just have to keep finding and finding and- wait. ITS REALLY GONE.&lt;br /&gt;god, where's it, where's it.. i had to made a phone call to my father.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, he THREW IT AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;was at the verge of breaking down, so i went to seek comfort from my brother and dewi.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't take it any longer- *SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB*&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i had to thank my comforters. thanks for the conversation dewi.&lt;br /&gt;although my brother just stoned there and continued playing his warcraft, at least he listened to me unlike some other days.&lt;br /&gt;up till now, i just can't get over the fact that my hard work was dumped into the bin. big blow yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i must do better if the teacher would assign me another.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i would like to sincerely apologise to my father.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY for screaming at you over the phone, i was at fault too. 99 sorries for you \\:&lt;br /&gt;wanted my father to write a letter. can't figure out one thing- is it necessary?&lt;br /&gt;case closed then.&lt;br /&gt;guides tomorrow. had to carry two big bottles of F&amp;N for the welcome party of sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;hm. having quite a mood recently.. no comments about this. its just.. heavy. \\\:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113889745372949772?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113889745372949772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113889745372949772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113889745372949772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113889745372949772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/02/wahaha-went-dewis-house-today-for-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113869360634574496</id><published>2006-01-31T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:46:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for day two yeah? nearly tore our family apart.&lt;br /&gt;first time i ever seen my brother drop a tear since years ago, same goes to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;father was raging. he went BOOM! all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i wasn't whining and sobbing like them. i don't see a need to.&lt;br /&gt;it was ridiculous. its just a shoe matter.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even understand why a newly bought waterbottle had to be sacrificed, just to relieve some of father's frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to laugh! i knew it wasn't the right time, the atmosphere was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH, whatever. its over.&lt;br /&gt;mum's brother, eldest uncle's house first.&lt;br /&gt;PATHETIC amount of red packets, most of my aunts had fleed when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;we stayed there a minute or two, and headed to dad's sister, eldest aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;upon arriving, we settled down in a room, and started gambling.&lt;br /&gt;i mean thats what we do every year yeah?&lt;br /&gt;a few rounds after, we had to stop and walked to a nearby restaurant to celebrate my eldest aunt's engagement with evil frankie. he's mean.&lt;br /&gt;so it was more like a roadside coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;i had seconds! and was the one and only who finished the second bowl of rice.&lt;br /&gt;had our full and went back, started gambling again.&lt;br /&gt;i won a buck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113869360634574496?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113869360634574496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113869360634574496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113869360634574496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113869360634574496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-much-for-day-two-yeah-nearly-tore.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113854806995652567</id><published>2006-01-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:21:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i remained at home, day 1 of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;was busy stuffing all the snacks and sweets into jars.&lt;br /&gt;and today our family had created a tradition that we had to follow from now on.&lt;br /&gt;BEG FOR HONGBAOS.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly though. we had to kneel before our parents and say some auspicious words before getting our red packets.&lt;br /&gt;ah. troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the rest of the day viewing this blog that everybody ought to see.&lt;br /&gt;its educational, i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;no harm taking a look, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;MUSEUM OF TWITS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now theres something to keep me entertained besides o2jam :D&lt;br /&gt;it comments about people who type like this:&lt;br /&gt;ii lurrbe euus f0reberrs OR i LuRbE eUuX fOrEbErX&lt;br /&gt;wierd. i had to admit that when i was in primary school i used to type LiKe ThIs.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore, now that i felt so retarded typing like that.&lt;br /&gt;now i know these people are called &lt;b&gt;TWITS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tiishhx iishhx juusttx t0 prr0veex thhattx thheyyx cannttx sppell riighhttx.&lt;br /&gt;apologises that i can't type that well like that, because i ain't a twit? wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should worship them for being capable of extending words instead of shortcuting em.&lt;br /&gt;like euux could be a single letter u.&lt;br /&gt;that website was so entertaining that even my siblings were laughing their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and i remember my cousin's friendster user. o0og0nG Zuo0o.&lt;br /&gt;my brother pronounced it as wooogong zuwooo when he first saw it, and it sounded like sex noises.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't know the os' were for decorative purposes.&lt;br /&gt;and you should see the way how my sister and her friends mocked at these people. OFFENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Learn their language. Its good for mocking at them.&lt;br /&gt;*no offence for the above post. its for me to express my negative comments not for you to come and argue with me how different you feel. feel insulted? dial 999.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113854806995652567?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113854806995652567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113854806995652567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113854806995652567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113854806995652567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-remained-at-home-day-1-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113843841617991283</id><published>2006-01-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:53:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>offerings for my anscesters today.&lt;br /&gt;my house was filled with thick smoke, and my eyes got watery, SOB.&lt;br /&gt;abit on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;after CNY celebration in school, met up with charins at changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;we had a "makeover" before meeting her. i became jas, jas became dewi, dewi became me.&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;waited till 3 and had sushi buffet at sakae. was taking all kinds of photos of the food.&lt;br /&gt;got really sick after. SUPER bloated.&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing and choking but still, we mind our manners.&lt;br /&gt;until there were two women sitting behind and laughing horrandously, we laughed and choked again.&lt;br /&gt;was beat, but really fun, and went on separate ways with em.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to the day we had a meeting like this yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and royal rumble's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;hope jc gets his title back.&lt;br /&gt;and mark henry seemed so fucked up. why is melena with him? hes an ugly, disgusting son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the results tomorrow. long live me, long live CENA!&lt;br /&gt;*bertram, to hell with cuck fena.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113843841617991283?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113843841617991283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113843841617991283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113843841617991283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113843841617991283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/offerings-for-my-anscesters-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113802661568288852</id><published>2006-01-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:30:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i never had the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and strange, i like changing skins.&lt;br /&gt;the present skin is HOT. i'm hotter, \\:&lt;br /&gt;the thermometer is cute yeah?&lt;br /&gt;edited almost everything, except for the picture and border.&lt;br /&gt;i know everything's kinda squeezed in that puny box, but bear with it okay?&lt;br /&gt;because i really like how they were squeezed in.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my incy bincy tagboard! the size rocked.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much about school today, just had a assembly programme on discipline.&lt;br /&gt;they are actually meant more for the noobs, &lt;a&gt;\\\&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;just kidding, no offence yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and my father painted all the doors in my house blue, even the gate.&lt;br /&gt;looks really wierd, even my room was rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;whats up with my dad nowadays, doing all these senseless stuff when he complained about back pains.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be bothered with him. by the way,&lt;br /&gt;just wishing u people happy chinese new year in advance \:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113802661568288852?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113802661568288852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113802661568288852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113802661568288852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113802661568288852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-never-had-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113776740536345454</id><published>2006-01-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:13:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my legs.. they are all sored up,&lt;br /&gt;my arms.. insanely tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't gonna say its a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;no physical training! no drilling!&lt;br /&gt;just spent the four hours practising the dance for tomorrow's audition.&lt;br /&gt;half of me says that i should hope that we won't be chosen; we won't have to practise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the other half says that i must put in my best effort and win this shit; so my practises won't have to go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which half should i follow.&lt;br /&gt;its tomorrow. its ridiculously early.&lt;br /&gt;location's at bishan. its a long journey yeah?&lt;br /&gt;they only allowed school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i really look weird in home clothes and school shoes \\:&lt;br /&gt;tingting and me stopped by the playground after guides.&lt;br /&gt;and the see-saw was unsurprisingly gone. of course it had to be removed, the edge of it broke off!&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot to you-know-who( was highlighted in my previous entries. )&lt;br /&gt;so we went to swing and started talking about stuffs and realised that we have alot in common.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113776740536345454?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113776740536345454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113776740536345454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113776740536345454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113776740536345454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113749522833664522</id><published>2006-01-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:53:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just two days and i'm really sick of my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;won't change too soon, TOO LAZY \\:&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so i started to notice a few things going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;yi jie became more talkative.&lt;br /&gt;pewi's like super busybody now. she will go "tellmetellmetellmetellmetellme!"&lt;br /&gt;jas looked and sounded like she had pms mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;joanne ain't different, when she told me she wanted to change for the better. so thats utterly bullshit yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure about vanessa or pearl, whether they were honestly trying to be friends or just stabbing our backs.&lt;br /&gt;cindy's mean to me now.&lt;br /&gt;no fights going on currently. except for LIVE wrestling matches, they were just fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to meet the juniors!&lt;br /&gt;although i had the urge to tell them to leave straight away and quit guides.&lt;br /&gt;working on christmas presents now.&lt;br /&gt;i had yet to give them )))))): sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;and project runway ended yesterday. was really happy for jay.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the next season to come soon (((((((((((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113749522833664522?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113749522833664522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113749522833664522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113749522833664522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113749522833664522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-two-days-and-im-really-sick-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113706861357903580</id><published>2006-01-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:23:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was kinda boring in school always. ESP. the maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, that bitch. i'm refering to our maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she's much much more worse than our class teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and theres another, our history teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks she has sharp eyes, i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;i hope her relief session with us ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;took bus 12 today. met yi jie and wai kee, not sure how her name was spelled.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we were all fellow guidemates, and we all live in pasir ris!&lt;br /&gt;our blocks were really near too.&lt;br /&gt;and they told me i was snoring away in the bus.. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;just ate mushroom eggs and rice for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum's been kinda obsessed with mushrooms lately.&lt;br /&gt;the dishes she cooked all had mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;can't let this go on huh.&lt;br /&gt;my sister had the nerves to steal my money!&lt;br /&gt;will get her back when she comes home from work \\:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113706861357903580?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113706861357903580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113706861357903580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113706861357903580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113706861357903580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-kinda-boring-in-school-always.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113697422930678352</id><published>2006-01-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:10:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, these days. too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, rephrase it. its NOTHING TO  BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;on the account of charins, i changed my blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, made major changes to it.&lt;br /&gt;at first the boxes were all squeezed to a corner so i rearranged it.&lt;br /&gt;and the font were all in deep pink, yucks. so i changed it to black.&lt;br /&gt;and now my cbox is disgustingly small, BUT CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;i like the way how tiny it is \\:&lt;br /&gt;all works well, except for the entries column which stretches down ahead.&lt;br /&gt;abit on school now.&lt;br /&gt;the home econs teacher rocks hard!&lt;br /&gt;at first she was really fierce, we were just a few minutes late for class and she started to scream her head off.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought she sucked bad.&lt;br /&gt;but gradually, she became nice! cute! humorous!&lt;br /&gt;woots to miss koh ((:&lt;br /&gt;and i met this TERRIBLY CUTE baby on the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;she kept smiling at me! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;looking at her makes me totally wanna reconsider living life as a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone at home now \\:&lt;br /&gt;i would either gorge myself with food or switch on all the lights to overcome my fear.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i chose both! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113697422930678352?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113697422930678352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113697422930678352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113697422930678352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113697422930678352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113670715902645671</id><published>2006-01-08T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:59:19.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my legs are aching.&lt;br /&gt;my feet blisters are bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;my throat is burning.&lt;br /&gt;so this is our reward at the end of flag day huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113670715902645671?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113670715902645671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113670715902645671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113670715902645671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113670715902645671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-legs-are-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113638926522296558</id><published>2006-01-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:41:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only the second day of school and i'm like shot.&lt;br /&gt;i hate school. totally.&lt;br /&gt;homework is coming in, don't wanna resume back to last year!&lt;br /&gt;almost half of our class- we bring our blank shit of homework, grab someone's under the table, and toodoos.&lt;br /&gt;exact answers, yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;just watched america's next top model!&lt;br /&gt;they had a new makeover.&lt;br /&gt;don't really like her new, long and straight hair. ain't her style.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. she still look hot!&lt;br /&gt;and simple life was just after the show.&lt;br /&gt;paris and nicole, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;they just.. bitch around.&lt;br /&gt;but thats what make the show unique and popular yeah?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't over yet, so i will just walk over to the tv and continue watching, doodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113638926522296558?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113638926522296558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113638926522296558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113638926522296558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113638926522296558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-only-second-day-of-school-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113619362687802286</id><published>2006-01-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:20:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow's school. wicked.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait! FOR THE NEXT VACATION.&lt;br /&gt;by the way.&lt;br /&gt;some people were left clueless as why i would go around wishing em merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;simple, i don't wanna face reality.&lt;br /&gt;just treat it as i'm still celebrating christmas ok?&lt;br /&gt;god i'm really hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;charins moving school! another reality i won't wanna face.&lt;br /&gt;will still miss her i guess.&lt;br /&gt;will end here with her trademark move.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113619362687802286?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113619362687802286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113619362687802286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113619362687802286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113619362687802286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrows-school.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113611273046477895</id><published>2006-01-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:52:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha. fuck new year.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like celebrating chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff that i tagged at other people's blog? "happy new year!"&lt;br /&gt;that was just pretending.&lt;br /&gt;everyday is just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;i had already adapted to the sleep-eat-play-eat-sleep life.&lt;br /&gt;its like a cycle. and now you want me to go back to school?&lt;br /&gt;so it goes like this- school-eat-school-eat-homework-eat-sleep.&lt;br /&gt;where the hell will i fit in my 'play'?&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooo! go away new year. its 2005, 2005, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;and my msn ain't working now. what is this a curse or something?&lt;br /&gt;trying to prepare me to go to school, so i'm banned to chat?&lt;br /&gt;please slash my armwrist somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113611273046477895?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113611273046477895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113611273046477895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113611273046477895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113611273046477895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2006/01/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113604456191022381</id><published>2005-12-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:01:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream dedicated to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for school. please don't send me back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYTHING IS FUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113604456191022381?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113604456191022381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113604456191022381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113604456191022381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113604456191022381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-scream-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113585753291419466</id><published>2005-12-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:58:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i was watching a korean drama.. till 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;its called "wonderful life", it really pawns.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm recommending to you.&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for a date with dewi jas and char.&lt;br /&gt;what makes me even late was to make an ezlink card! sigh, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;no more coins, no more standard tickets, no more borrowing of ezlink card!&lt;br /&gt;dewi, i will return the money that i used in your ezlink card someday.&lt;br /&gt;was really late, reached there around 2.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around, and i bought two types of earrings.&lt;br /&gt;so got really tired and sat down to have yogurt. i love the wheat ((:&lt;br /&gt;one of the burger king staff was constantly staring at us from the counter, scary.&lt;br /&gt;so we finally got out and moments later we sat on a bench again.&lt;br /&gt;started opening the presents and stuff. guys, thanks for the gifts, and really sorry for not giving you all yet.&lt;br /&gt;went into seperate ways, i went with jas and the others went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;was really sorry to jas, because she was suppose to have tuition soon and i took my time to buy a bread, so she went ahead first \\: sorry!&lt;br /&gt;called her later to find out which line was i suppose to go but she didn't pick up \\:&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i did that was i really couldn't trust signs now.&lt;br /&gt;so when i got into the mrt, it was really squeezy and my bread g0t contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;some woman in the front was rubbing her ass on my bread.. what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;she went wrong suddenly and started to browse through her photos in her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;the main thing was, she was flashing the photos around..? each and every single one of the photos she had is she taken with a different man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry i had to say this but, you're a hooker.&lt;br /&gt;why bother to flash your photos around? you're only trying to degrade yourself.&lt;br /&gt;so wipe of that "fuck me" face of yours, and stop being so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;there was this really punky girl with more than 5 ear holes and black eyeliners sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;wow, she was really engross in an english book.&lt;br /&gt;and theres another woman, she looked pretty slim but actually she got a huge tummy.&lt;br /&gt;when she caught me staring at her stomach, she was like desperately sucking it back.&lt;br /&gt;from there, she covered her tummy with her handbag.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, People in the Mrt, definitely interesting.&lt;br /&gt;when i exited the mrt, an old man with boils growing all over his face and head was selling tissues.&lt;br /&gt;what had gotten into me? i love money so much that i donated 2 bucks to him?&lt;br /&gt;too wierd. couldn't decide my feelings. i was either disappointed or proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;but i was more to the proud ((:&lt;br /&gt;whew, luckily my brother's friend went home already, or i won't be here \\:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113585753291419466?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113585753291419466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113585753291419466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113585753291419466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113585753291419466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-i-was-watching-korean-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113561096223320857</id><published>2005-12-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:29:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was actually here again to blog about project runway.&lt;br /&gt;just to mention that i spent all my time watching tv and have not yet finish my essay!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is drifting near.. shit!&lt;br /&gt;will try to OT.. waha.&lt;br /&gt;so back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;the last 4 were suppose to design a outfit for some host to the grammy awards.&lt;br /&gt;wendy's a bitch! super duper EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;what ei hypocrite. seriously her designs awfully stinks.&lt;br /&gt;she won today because her dress was the most matching to go or the grammy's, not the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;check out what jay said when wendy got in into the final three.&lt;br /&gt;jay: " i totally gross out when wendy came through the door. i hate wendy, i'm sorry. "&lt;br /&gt;i don't think jay should apologise for hating wendy, nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;that leaves austin out )))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;hes a great designer, UNLIKE WENDY PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;austin: " however you would not see the end of austin..... etc. "&lt;br /&gt;go austin! hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;please let jay win? \\: hands itching to check the web for the winner.&lt;br /&gt;so i think wendy should kindly fuck off from the competition because kara saun's designs are much nicer than hers.&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;i went to check the net afterall. it wasn't a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;JAY WON!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;i really felt blasted to complete the essay now. shall not waste time here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113561096223320857?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113561096223320857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113561096223320857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113561096223320857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113561096223320857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/was-actually-here-again-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113558305182734644</id><published>2005-12-26T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:44:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my goodness, i bathed at 3am yesterday. i meant today.&lt;br /&gt;call me a filthy bitch yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and my mum came back with a jolly attitude, scary.&lt;br /&gt;she was telling me about an old man which she always hated, because he always picks on my mum, and he was caught urinating at a drain just opposite the carpark by the manager.&lt;br /&gt;he left a bad impression! the first step of getting him fired.&lt;br /&gt;thats how my mum thinks. fancy grinning all the way from work \\:&lt;br /&gt;my parents are still considering if they would give me a hongbao instead of a present for christmas, like my eldest aunt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like on my knees all day.&lt;br /&gt;not exaggerating, but money talks big time right.&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to remove any dead links or blogs which didn't update for the last 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;in the past i used to think having lots of links is nice, but now i finally realised that they are just a wastage of space, the viewers won't go every single 1 of my friend's blog yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i have not complete my guides homework; essay 1000 words plus a poem, and tomorrow is the duedate.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuckfuckfuckFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i said that word.&lt;br /&gt;this time i seriously have to use it.&lt;br /&gt;i was free of school homework, but i have guides homework?&lt;br /&gt;like what the fuck will essays do any to drilling? *ramps to wall*&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave them for tomorrow, because I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;*curses under breath*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113558305182734644?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113558305182734644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113558305182734644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113558305182734644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113558305182734644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-goodness-i-bathed-at-3am-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113550587690717177</id><published>2005-12-25T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:17:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>merry christmas to ya all!&lt;br /&gt;i was real dumb, fancy telling my internet friend singapore was celebrating christmas yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;it was eve only, for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;today's 2005 mtv awards totally ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;its like everybody was so hot in their clothes, esp jessica simpson \\:&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, it was gwen stefani and snoopdog who won some award regarding their outfit.&lt;br /&gt;green day won three awards? i am so beginning to idolise them.&lt;br /&gt;kelly clarkson ain't bad too, she won two.&lt;br /&gt;was feeling sorry for my chemical romance, they didn't won any despite being norminated four times.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i am going to change my song to mr. brightside by the killers!&lt;br /&gt;they did a performance there, which kinda motivated me to do the laundry, woot.&lt;br /&gt;all ended well, with kelly clarkson singing since you been gone and the people including her went bonkers, shaking their head violently and jumping non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;ain't they tired? gawh.&lt;br /&gt;now for yesterday's celebration.&lt;br /&gt;was practically dying not to go for my second aunt's party, so my brother and i ended up getting screamed in our faces by dad. shoot.&lt;br /&gt;so like what the heck, after arriving we got thrown there by our dad, and he left for work.&lt;br /&gt;my sister went for work already, so she need not have to come, lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;we recieved a hong bao from our eldest aunt for christmas present! like my saying, money beats presents.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say, the food there was incredible, esp the satay and spaggetti.&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt to drink beer with soft drinks!&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was the bartender \\:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups, but i ain't collapsing. they said i could hold my liquor well, beats me.&lt;br /&gt;tasted kinda medicinal, but the best was green tea with some brand of beer, weird right.&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i went home early, in case we got drunk or something.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus, and on the way my brother was drooling over the hong bao, so he couldn't take it anymore and tore it apart.&lt;br /&gt;10 bucks. we expected 6 or 4 bucks! how nice.&lt;br /&gt;and our presents are all clothes, which my sister thought that hers was gay, so she gave it to me ((:&lt;br /&gt;no regrets going there now, but was abit boring, spent our whole time watching tv there only \\:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113550587690717177?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113550587690717177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113550587690717177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113550587690717177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113550587690717177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-ya-all-i-was-real.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113532087410828621</id><published>2005-12-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:55:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past few days i had gathered lots of stuff to post but i just couldn't get my ass here and move my fingers \\:&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up. i didn't brush my teeth, nor eat&lt;del&gt;breakfast&lt;/del&gt; lunch.&lt;br /&gt;lets start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was at the computer whole day. i don't feel like sleeping, neither am i sleepy or tired.&lt;br /&gt;it was one already. i decided to watch tv, till four.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i still don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i turn on the playstation 2, and played wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;when i was in the middle of a match, the screen went POOF.&lt;br /&gt;it turned blank.. fortunately, i didn't want to save my lousy matches and im not even suppose to save because there was an existing file.. my brother's.&lt;br /&gt;that happened at 5. there was aint any shit to do, so i went to sleep.. beepbeepBEEPBEEP.&lt;br /&gt;thats my dad's handphone's alarm. for waking him up, to prepare for work.&lt;br /&gt;so i fell asleep eventually around 7 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;touching up on two days ago then.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing interesting happened was between my sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;my sister just came back from work with this really heavy mood, and scream at everything she see.&lt;br /&gt;and when she stepped into the living room, sister: "you steal my 10 bucks right?" *points index finger at brother playing playstation*&lt;br /&gt;brother : "i didn't la."&lt;br /&gt;sister : RETURN ME MY 10 BUCKS NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;brother : " OI!! GET THE FUCK OFF THE SCREEN AND I WON'T RETURN YOU ANY SHIT WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN TAKE LA!"&lt;br /&gt;sister : "... you watch out."&lt;br /&gt;brother : *imitates sister with another stupid tone*&lt;br /&gt;*sister stomps back to room, brother pointed a middle finger at her back, and continued playing*&lt;br /&gt;the only thing interesting happened yeah?&lt;br /&gt;was surprised they didn't throw chairs at each other which they usually do.&lt;br /&gt;now on three days ago.&lt;br /&gt;NEW SERIES OF AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!! banzai.&lt;br /&gt;will be cheering on a new girl called jayla, or whatever it was spelled.&lt;br /&gt;the more shocking thing was, after the show, the simple life 3 was next! new series too ((((:&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooots.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go brush my teeth now \\:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113532087410828621?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113532087410828621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113532087410828621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113532087410828621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113532087410828621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-past-few-days-i-had-gathered.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113516238088089284</id><published>2005-12-21T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:53:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i really have this blogging feel today.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna post more entries.&lt;br /&gt;just helped my friend with a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;her url was banana-shake alright.&lt;br /&gt;she thought that herself by the way. how can i think of something like that since i hate it so much?&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me on that fatal day.. my primary 5 adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;it was lunchtime then. they make us eat bananas!&lt;br /&gt;i don't even dare to poke it.&lt;br /&gt;i have my ways. i said i was allergic to it, but my nightmare had not ended.&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of students carrying their lunchboxes with a banana inside.&lt;br /&gt;two were beside me, one was in front. their distances was only 10cm away from me.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the times where the nearest distance i would stand from a banana was 10ms.&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible.. i breathed through my mouth for the whole one hour of lunchbreak.&lt;br /&gt;GOD. never ever wanna encounter another experience like that again //:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113516238088089284?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113516238088089284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113516238088089284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113516238088089284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113516238088089284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113515658999329877</id><published>2005-12-21T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:16:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i'm alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;not having any goosebumps.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my signature picture to john cena!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness, HES TOTALLY HOT.&lt;br /&gt;like i went to the wwe website, and nearly click on the "buy!" for his jersey.&lt;br /&gt;it costs a few hundred, goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;and so a few moments ago, i was looking for wwe skins.&lt;br /&gt;yepp curiosity, to see how people had use john cena's pictures into a skin!&lt;br /&gt;all was lousy, to my disappointment. NO OFFENCE \\:&lt;br /&gt;when i was browsing through, i saw this really COOL skin.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=72204&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;PREVIEW&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a skin featuring edge, undertaker and eddie.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, R.I.P. eddie.&lt;br /&gt;so it caught my eye, esp the "PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT LYRICS".&lt;br /&gt;no harm taking a look ((:&lt;br /&gt;oh forgot to mention that, i put the "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone as my blog music.&lt;br /&gt;so i chose techno \\:&lt;br /&gt;i will be changing it to john cena's entrance music soon.&lt;br /&gt;recommending his music to you ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113515658999329877?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113515658999329877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113515658999329877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113515658999329877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113515658999329877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-again-im-alone-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113508064267981817</id><published>2005-12-20T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:10:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots i'm alone at home? chilly..&lt;br /&gt;the key sounds are still there! brrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;the tv volume is booming. someone is gonna come up to my house and complain :\it happened before, when my brother and i were playing ddr at midnight. can you imagine how hard we &lt;b&gt;stomp&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;the old man was like "tow long la!" my hokkien spelling sucks, dang.&lt;br /&gt;they were begging us! like they wanted to offer us incease in order for us to shut the hell up and let them rest in peace? chill obasans. and ojisans.&lt;br /&gt;reasons being why i'm cooped up at home, sis went to work, bro went sleepover, dad working, mum visiting my granny.&lt;br /&gt;busy people. like its my fault that i wanted to stay at home?! yea i suggested to stay :\super sick of my current blogskin, changing to another! drums.drums.drums ((:&lt;br /&gt;thinking of a song to put in my blog.. metal, classical, techno, pop or rock.&lt;br /&gt;mai-a-hi, mai-a-hu, mai-a-ho, mai-a-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;that was for fun.&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, i will really have to barge out of this house and wander till 10pm, when my sis comes back if this house really creeps the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;now, for some o2jam (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113508064267981817?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113508064267981817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113508064267981817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113508064267981817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113508064267981817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/woots-im-alone-at-home-chilly.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113471400932415730</id><published>2005-12-16T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:31:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawh, still very exhausted from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;first, let me explain my absence from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;after 3 long years, our first family outing trip, to johor.&lt;br /&gt;first thing we stepped into a shopping mall was, i get a new haircut! how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;the result turn out to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;SPECTACULAR!&lt;/del&gt; SHITTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't had accept the offer that my dad would pay for my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;too late to regret yeah? sad.&lt;br /&gt;i bought 2 shirts, a 3/4 pants, a pair of slippers and a sling bag.&lt;br /&gt;to you, it must been really little to satisfy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;to me, its more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't been thankful enough to my parents for the total package ((:&lt;br /&gt;we walked for 7 hours, including the part where we couldn't find the stop to ride back singapore.. man.&lt;br /&gt;that explains the exhausting part till now.&lt;br /&gt;i never ever wanna go back there again. so much for the johor trip ://&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113471400932415730?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113471400932415730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113471400932415730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113471400932415730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113471400932415730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/gawh-still-very-exhausted-from.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113440077802737566</id><published>2005-12-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:19:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZzZzZzZz. what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;computer is going to be  SOLD. unconfirmed, but NO, i won't even accept a consideration.&lt;br /&gt;evil parents. using such crafty ideas to make me study!&lt;br /&gt;sigh, it won't work, i say. they know it, and yet.. gawh.&lt;br /&gt;will mention this again next time.&lt;br /&gt;19 more days, back to school. my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;neither excited nor upset.&lt;br /&gt;textbooks not even bought.. future it is.&lt;br /&gt;whats future anyway? will i be able to change my ill habits? very hard to tell :\wait, whats wrong with me, me talking about the future? definitely not my usual self :\\darn, whats with this unpleasant holiday, changing my emotional status.&lt;br /&gt;guess i will proceed to the show i'm been so looking forward to, project runway! three cheers for that :)&lt;br /&gt;designing an outfit for year 2055, the future? wicked.&lt;br /&gt;cheering for jay as usual :)) his outfit was just pretty :))&lt;br /&gt;wendy stabbed kevin in the back! dicky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that kevin was out, instead of wendy! billion boos for her :will be really expecting the next episode! it kicks ass :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113440077802737566?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113440077802737566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113440077802737566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113440077802737566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113440077802737566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/zzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113411756604208766</id><published>2005-12-09T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:39:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays ain't nice. they bored you to death, except i get too enough sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sleeping, i had a nightmare just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;im still shivering at the thought of it. some people forget their dreams, i don't. a characteristic that i hated so much.&lt;br /&gt;generally, its just about my house and myself. so.. something happened? yep, won't go into details :these days, i would have to drop the idea of sleeping late :((&lt;br /&gt;its always just me in my parents bedroom with the teevee on, a...i.. g..g...uu...eeesss..&lt;br /&gt;besides the snorings of sis + bro, heard key noises.&lt;br /&gt;dingdingdingding.. it really freaks me out :and the house looks darn empty, and with this seriously wierd silence, even with the teevee on.&lt;br /&gt;i usually take more than an hour to fall asleep, but yesterday i was trembling for more than two hours.&lt;br /&gt;even with my dad, i always had the feeling that i got.. squashed.&lt;br /&gt;my heart was beating real fast. i started having thoughts if i could survive in this creepy house.&lt;br /&gt;i began to envy my mum for taking morning and night shifts, so she won't have to stay  HERE.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if you call me dumb or exaggerating, because im always like this.&lt;br /&gt;really into o2jam now. only thing that could calm me down ((:&lt;br /&gt;no more nightmares PLEASE. :\\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113411756604208766?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113411756604208766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113411756604208766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113411756604208766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113411756604208766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-aint-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113404645830395147</id><published>2005-12-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:54:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww, woke up pretty early today. whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ate my cooked-by-dad porridge. tasted so gooood, unlike those in supermarkets, the same ol' plain stuff :\ i keep having seconds.&lt;br /&gt;no big deal today yeah? so i will just reflect on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;my bad, mistaken the time for america's next top model :\ it was suppose to be 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;i was too punctual to watch it i guess. you couldn't imagine how i felt when it started. that thrill.. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i cursed every single comercial that came. BLAH. same old comercials that kept repeating and repeating, annoys me alot :naima's wierdest secret. she had a twin sister?! whatsup with that.&lt;br /&gt;kahlen! still as adorable as ever ((:&lt;br /&gt;shandi, from america's next top model 2. TOO HOT. her new look, fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;the rest, from america's next top model 3. SINGAPORE DIDN'T SHOWCASE THAT SERIES. so i know nothing about them. what can you expect from singapore? they cut down on the shows from overseas just to fit in their local drama series :after hearing kangkang's songs from the radio, suddenly loved him so much.&lt;br /&gt;his songs just blew me away, their uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;before his album, i already love watching his variety shows. may one of his albums fall into my hands for free :just finished downloading a movie, wedding crashers!&lt;br /&gt;was going to watch it now, mind you :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113404645830395147?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113404645830395147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113404645830395147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113404645830395147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113404645830395147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/awww-woke-up-pretty-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113379614905612484</id><published>2005-12-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:39:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am that sick of my blog urls.&lt;br /&gt;iaintperfect iaintperfect iaintperfect; when they float in my mind, i was like WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;fine. i do have a terrible taste in choosing perfect urls. i hope the new one works out.&lt;br /&gt;i got the inspiration of course, when i was at the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;my brother tried to kill me. i didn't talk to him for 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;he was trying to show off his gay postures to me on my bed, i pointed a middle finger straight at his face.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't being mean, but hey, if your brother tries to push you down from the balcony just because i ate hes scramble eggs and instead of cooking him another, i mocked at him for being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely was in the wrong, but he didn't have to kill me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;well. we kinda are in good terms again now, just went to the coffee shop for noodles, no worries (:&lt;br /&gt;finished watching project runway :\ too awesome ((:&lt;br /&gt;today was a swimsuit challenge :\ totally all the way for jay ((:&lt;br /&gt;he was kinda gay, but who cares, he got a great personality ((((:&lt;br /&gt;practically laughing my ass out all the way at the ending, aha! jay was banging austin's head on the wall :i'm so looking forward to the next episode already! can't wait can't wait can't wait ok wait.&lt;br /&gt;gimme some time to chill.&lt;br /&gt;.......................................... etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first post at this blog, so lemme your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;oh and, i'm not gonna put any archives for this blog, don't ask me why :\ just don't feel like it? dang.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention about today's channel 8, 7pm last episode show, tong xin yuan.&lt;br /&gt;the ending absolutely disgusted me, NOT exagerating.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't even mention what happened to daqiu when he dropped into the river.&lt;br /&gt;not even a funeral? it sucks that much yeah? no offence :\i'm really running out of ideas what to type, but before i say farewell, adios, ciao, tata, sayonara, byebye,&lt;br /&gt;please catch channel 5's 9.30pm show, america's next top model; return to the runway! WOOOTS to that show.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm not sure if the show was spelled correctly, and i will edit the other stuff of my blog next time, my laziness worked up again :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113379614905612484?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113379614905612484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113379614905612484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113379614905612484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113379614905612484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-that-sick-of-my-blog-urls.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19594443.post-113898494255991546</id><published>2005-11-30T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:42:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, THIS IS REFERING TO SOMEONE. someone is trying to be real nice to you, but you don't appreciate. this is what you get;&lt;br /&gt;RETRIBUTION.&lt;br /&gt;what? you think i'm so wrong? you unreasonable piece of shit, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;well, if you don't remember, i don't see a need for me to type all your cock talkings here to refresh your memory. just think hard, recall all the shit that you did to me, wala.&lt;br /&gt;let me see how i can flame you right on my territory.you dick-sucking pussy-licking urine-soaking bull-screwing chicken-molesting monkey-touching pig-fucking lamb-raping bitch-assed faeces-eater.hey, i'm actually getting better at this! practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and so, i shall not waste any breath longer on this bubblehead.&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards, i decided to change my style of typing. reasons being, i find it hard to read it even for myself, and this is an opportunity to learn how to be more well organized. lets start with today.&lt;br /&gt;went bicycling with my friends at east coast park. the location was suppose to be pula ubin, ohwells.i was bloody late - for spending the last 15minutes having 2 packets of migoreng for breakfast d:i nearly got lost while walking to macs to meet them, it was deserted. i mean not even a single soul for me to ask for directions. oh and i met this cleaner, he showed me the way :/the first few minutes of bicycling almost got me killed, a mere fall. it hurts bad, OUCH. both my elbows and knees had bruises T.T coincidencely, dewi's bike broke down. awws, we had to walk all the way back to the bike shop! it was crazy, tiring, but fun (:after switching bikes, went back on track. this time, we went no further than bedok jetty, darn.bowling was next. it was kinda boring on the first place, but it just got more exciting later. bertram had a muscle pull! he collapsed on the floor, groaning terribly in pain while trying to tear his thighs off. we weren't any help to him, but asked if hes okay, sowiee :/ jas, dewi, char and me left them behind to bowl by themselves. we went to macs for shaky fries. it tasted okay, d:went on seperate ways at the bus stop at marine parade.today was counted.. fun and okay, i guess.bag unpacked for tomorrow's chalet. everything is so messed up. tan jin's presence is now unconfirm, people refuse to come because it was too expensive. hey, if you guys come, the money will be reduced! to hell with the money! pay bertram back by instalments! i'm doing that dickheads!&lt;br /&gt;STRESSED LIKE FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19594443-113898494255991546?l=sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/feeds/113898494255991546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19594443&amp;postID=113898494255991546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113898494255991546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19594443/posts/default/113898494255991546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthebalconyledge-.blogspot.com/2005/11/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>PAS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10936668961590166070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
