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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/SEaxqIZEUKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6SOhJXCzwdw/s320/IMGP1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my tables strewn with lotsa stationery and papers and boooks and mugs and tissue, whats not. please save me cuz the biggest mistake of my life thus far is to take this route of the A lvls. but friends like her actually gives me a glimpse of hope towards this warped education system. you know, like sch = friends. so i love her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-5014471577600581509?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/SEaxqIZEUKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6SOhJXCzwdw/s72-c/IMGP1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-1305295678963810518</id><published>2008-04-13T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:19:40.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faizal and i both have puffy eyes 00&lt;br /&gt;iv only just sent ben the presentation slides. just just just.&lt;br /&gt;and i got a B for pw but im so thankful already. thankful to ivan&lt;br /&gt;cuz without him i probably wld have gottten C haha.&lt;br /&gt;they all got an A! ivan ty and gf but they really deserved that.&lt;br /&gt;for those who arent happy with ya grades, dont worry just work&lt;br /&gt;hard on your subjects. plus you are already verry smart dont sulk! :(((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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taohuay that night. its very very nice. hugs for all the girls. love you people :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-1471741027653219561?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/1471741027653219561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=1471741027653219561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/1471741027653219561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/1471741027653219561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2008/03/faizals-still-not-back-from-all-his.html' 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plan to&lt;br /&gt;celebrate the birthday of our beloved girl melly cuz she had a bad bad day.. id admit it&lt;br /&gt;here that i went to have taohuay first before going over to meeet dawn and melissa. haha&lt;br /&gt;i just felt the neeed to do tht before spending the whole night at mels place! and i think i&lt;br /&gt;spoilt the surprise cuz mel opened the door to two very very shocked people who blamed&lt;br /&gt; me for ruining their efforts. hahaha they were just stupefied and holding the silly candle.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i had no idea you guys were inside and i wasnt acting that i had to go to the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ty made us watch death note. i tell you i was so reluctant. animes are &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;shows with anime, well its dumb. i fell asleeep a couple times and then they tried to&lt;br /&gt;put toothpaste on me :GRRRRR okay now to be fair , death note wasnt that bad&lt;br /&gt;actually. we even watched the sequel hoho. awy i really missed you dawn: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;babys back from ubin:b he deserves a hug cuz he has a huge moz bite behind his knee.&lt;/em&gt; gee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-2199774941039705829?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2199774941039705829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=2199774941039705829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2199774941039705829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2199774941039705829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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redeemable from me haha she didnt exactly believe me. then to complement the gift clarisse gave the monkey a banana, bought from the caf at 30c lol&lt;br /&gt;clarisse and i also made identical gifts for keith and faizal! the water babies were lame but really adorable. hahaa couple of em made muffins and sweet stuff for the class. tree friend aka the muffin man made muffins which were yummmmy hoho. happy three friends! todays best friends day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with em the other day. melly and the others. ty has decided to sign on with the saf haha i can so imagine him being a soldier la and todays smelly mellys birthday! &lt;em&gt;happpy birthday babe i really love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to liquid kitchen for dinner instead because the jumbo seafood place at serangooon gardens loooked cheap. looked 'coffeeshop' everyone wanted the bun with chilli crab gravy sauce though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-2326439876260111937</id><published>2008-01-28T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:57:12.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really, im so glad im back. msa just ended and i slacked so much its sooo gratifying!&lt;br /&gt;clarisse and i have decided to follow religiously to this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'20 easy steps to a new you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ya but i think its just me me me. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;awy i had pre-monday blues yesterday and monday blues today :( met faizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for cny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-2326439876260111937?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-3907945422690508036</id><published>2007-10-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:18:56.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i would prefer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not to talk about the promos, results and all :(((((( just loook at the face and get the idea. okay the few days after the exams was more pleasant. like the day of my last paper, i went home to sleeeeeep. &lt;em&gt;nothing beats that rrealllly!&lt;/em&gt; faizal came over, and disrupted my sleeeep though.&lt;br /&gt;woke up the next day cuz clarisse called. yay we went shoppppping. this cute dresssss she wanted to get was impossssible for the bust. hahaha. only someone with totalllllllly nothing for breasts can fit okay. trying to butttton it up squeeezess the bust out of you! laaaa she just has goood boooobs haha. then i met faizal at night to have steamboat for dinner:D but i was late &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt; and we quarrelled and we ignored each other alll the way from my place to marina bay, then we realised we dont have cash, took a train back, walked around, got angrier &lt;em&gt;i wanted to walk off but cuz we just walked randomly and i didnt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;know where i was at all so i stayed put. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice litttle hot dinner, and baby did most of the coooking. couldnt be bothered to coook the food myself. after dinnner he sat down there stuffed right up to the gullet and gave me the roll eyes tongue out ' omg im rreally full' look. haha&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa on friday with my classmates. ben wanted to get a tan, james wanted a tan Badly(but hes flaking in school now),isaac was a bear in a desert, most of the girls had nice tans(a little burns) and i have nothing! no burns, not even a tan!!!! but it was fun and it was also Jackass day for clarisse and i \lickssssss HAHA. after that i declined the date to go back to sentosa for dinner with mel and tiff. awww mel made it sound so romantic in her blog. haha i regret :( iwent to watch faizals match instead. okay and so i spaced out a litttle cuz faizal says i missed out two of his&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;attempts. btw i think tmrs hari raya! happpy hari raya baby lololol.&lt;br /&gt;now tiff is giving me lotsa smiles on messssenger. i think she missses me. haha&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should go to bed sooon. loveyous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-3907945422690508036?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-6779646155440166169</id><published>2007-09-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:09:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;my weekend is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;awy i went out just now! :((( and im full of guilt. faizal taher should disappear, till my exams&lt;br /&gt;are over or smthg.  ill take you back when im free i promise! =x&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;btw get a haircut while youre at it. seeya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-6779646155440166169?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-1243228373089093691</id><published>2007-09-12T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:12:14.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the forridge is furfle cause of the fotato&lt;br /&gt;what pruits do you want? any pood for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarisse told me her maid made dark purple porridge for the family.&lt;br /&gt;lololol @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awy todays a weds/ and im finally in schoool. skipped the past two weds.&lt;br /&gt;and last week was the hols. its no wonder im struggggling to catch up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happpppy birthday wachie clonie!!&lt;br /&gt;i love you! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;cute &lt;em&gt;whispering&lt;/em&gt; birthday celebration. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-4342907590553083313</id><published>2007-09-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:16:07.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;my essay is not completed, i have not handed in my AQ.&lt;br /&gt;and theres GP on monday! miss kotwani made me stand for one period that other day cuz i handed in my work late. she got me to answer a question to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;i told her i didnt know how to answer, ' its okay ill continue standing :( '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;going to tiffs house to play tennis lata. .&lt;br /&gt;faizal wanted to play. i hope it rains or smthg.&lt;br /&gt;went to a foodcourt the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and there were cockroaches around.&lt;br /&gt;i told an auntie bout it.&lt;br /&gt;and she used a table cloth to swipe the cockroach away.&lt;br /&gt;next she laughed and said&lt;br /&gt;' there are cockroaches around and this is only a small one.&lt;br /&gt;there are bigger ones here'&lt;br /&gt;:ooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-4342907590553083313?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/4342907590553083313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am losing my tan. no wait, iv lost my &lt;em&gt;tan &lt;/em&gt;and i feel a hundred times fairer standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;beside clarisse. she is one dark classmate. awy the class's going to this baba place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;on thursday. we're supposed to go get free samples of food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think some of my classmates are actually just sexually inclined individuals who perk up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the very mention of Anything thats suggestive and erotic which are, i swear, Not suggestive at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For example, liquid paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;losers. haha but it can be rreally funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wanna eat &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;laksa......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-2087345672869507134?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2087345672869507134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=2087345672869507134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1F2KYXERI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nduhLrbGuvM/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097307150055051538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1F2KYXERI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nduhLrbGuvM/s320/DSC00055.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She hates it when i take a picture of her without her consent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thinks she looks ugly. I don't think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;damn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shes actually studying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1GnKYXESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c2epLvdBmQc/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097307991868641570" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1GnKYXESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c2epLvdBmQc/s320/DSC00063.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1HCqYXETI/AAAAAAAAAUM/h0ZoWcHSTWc/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097308464315044146" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1HCqYXETI/AAAAAAAAAUM/h0ZoWcHSTWc/s320/DSC00061.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1IR6YXEWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0jSdf0Sh8o4/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097309825819677026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1IR6YXEWI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0jSdf0Sh8o4/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1IqKYXEXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LbouJJQ2o2s/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097310242431504754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1IqKYXEXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LbouJJQ2o2s/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha, my first time blogging and i wonder what do people usually say when they blog anyways?? about their everyday life i suppose, but mich doesnt like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyways, if any of you were wondering, yes me and mich are still together. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1GnKYXESI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c2epLvdBmQc/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7730720037544866254?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7730720037544866254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7730720037544866254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7730720037544866254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7730720037544866254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-people-faizal-here.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rr1F2KYXERI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nduhLrbGuvM/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-7052575538489076907</id><published>2007-07-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thats me and ben. i think maybe i have a flair for painting... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088176505798636978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RpzVkt6dtbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7IzCh_1p9_E/s320/spree!032-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually painted. A11 painted 4 of such masks in about four and a half hours. yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i helped in the blue one. surely its less artistic than the one my friends painted, but Still :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7052575538489076907?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7052575538489076907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7052575538489076907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7052575538489076907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7052575538489076907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-me-and-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RpzVkt6dtbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7IzCh_1p9_E/s72-c/spree!032-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-509491898722991461</id><published>2007-07-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:10.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;was late today. its stupid to be late because we had to read and i didnt have anything with me. i read my chinese text. i should just love chinese, cuz i got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;101/130&lt;/span&gt; for the paper. lol. @@ and i think i finallly saw the blooody gay clarisse hates. its kinda like, he thinks hes hot. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science practical is draining! i am just fumbling through the experimentsssssss. and iv &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;homework tonight.&lt;/span&gt; i wonder why im still at the computer though. i screwed up the first few attempts and toook a longer time. sheesh. so for the second experiment i Heard people saying the results were the same so ya i just filled in my table, without carrrying out anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;faizal tiff stan kenneth dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;refugee tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;500 kisses under honey stars! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;toxic sardine pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dog poo peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mr happy the nurse and happy's ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 lazy gf and zal's freaky trip to a grungy toilet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085208802956268626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RpJKdrTl1FI/AAAAAAAAATk/HKKeTmzSsOo/s320/spree!015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did i do a twist awy??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-509491898722991461?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/509491898722991461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=509491898722991461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/509491898722991461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/509491898722991461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/was-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RpJKdrTl1FI/AAAAAAAAATk/HKKeTmzSsOo/s72-c/spree!015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-7379994402970958504</id><published>2007-07-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:15:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick. this is like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;week 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of my holidaysss. attended only one day of class.&lt;br /&gt;so i think i miss schoool.&lt;br /&gt;school is actually a daily dosage of guffawing.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw Someöne yesterday!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temperature actually hit 38.9 the other day. it was so exciting rreallly! i seldom even fall sick and iv been sick twice this year. when i was in secondary schoool, skipping classss was because&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ' shes not sick, she just doesnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna come. ' or ' she has cramps '&lt;/span&gt; it was never cuz i was down with fever or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7379994402970958504?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7379994402970958504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7379994402970958504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7379994402970958504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7379994402970958504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-4508266144569655513</id><published>2007-06-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its one more week to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; common test. i just found my timetable. and the gp paper is on monday. i know im gonna have one hell of a time figuring what to write. its kind of like a great way to start an exam. you know. with me feeling like 'i just bagged an S :('&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway we were supposed to go camping today. kenny stan tiff and faizal. but it was raining and i felt like i should do something to salvage my studies. why did i even think of going camping?? the commmon test is Next weeek. quarrelled with faizal the other day cuz he chided me for planninng to go camping. at first thought i was so pissed.haha like who the hell are you to stop me from going for camp!? and then the next i thought, ya why the hell am i going camping?! @@ so i suggested that we go camping after my common test. that way we'd have better attendance. not like that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;grand total of 5&lt;/span&gt; of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and and! we're thinking of going ona holiday again this december!! i bet none of us can come up with anything gooood right up till november. and then we'd do this sudden boooking and pooof! we're on some island. haha. omg i cant waaaaaaait! :DD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076701721396310898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQRUW5w83I/AAAAAAAAAS8/T_aMHXJrdVw/s320/DSC05933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076701729986245506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQRU25w84I/AAAAAAAAATE/EmYaMeMx3CQ/s320/DSC05928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went to watch faizal's match yesterday. nothing big. but fat was ggreat. haha. um maybe he wasnt rreallly great yesterday.... but hes just ggreat. period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went with him and i was alone. so i called stanley and sx to come. that lovely couple blew twenty bucks and ten cents on cab fare to come accompany me...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woah. i must be a rreally goood friend........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;throughout the match we were talking bout some &lt;em&gt;kingkong who likes tao huay,&lt;/em&gt; (clarisse if youre reading this, he shares the same interest as us! tao huay!!!! hhahaa) and how stanley was handpicked by fandi ahmad to go for soccer trials. haHAha. @@@@@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBW5w85I/AAAAAAAAATM/7mMVZVv-yB8/s1600-h/DSC05938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076702494490424210" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBW5w85I/AAAAAAAAATM/7mMVZVv-yB8/s200/DSC05938.JPG" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBm5w86I/AAAAAAAAATU/i6syV1v_J6E/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076702498785391522" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBm5w86I/AAAAAAAAATU/i6syV1v_J6E/s200/DSC05939.JPG" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBm5w87I/AAAAAAAAATc/dPN1EqzlDVQ/s1600-h/DSC05940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076702498785391538" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQSBm5w87I/AAAAAAAAATc/dPN1EqzlDVQ/s200/DSC05940.JPG" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-4508266144569655513?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/4508266144569655513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=4508266144569655513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/4508266144569655513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/4508266144569655513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-one-more-week-to-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RnQRUW5w83I/AAAAAAAAAS8/T_aMHXJrdVw/s72-c/DSC05933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-3129331947262953964</id><published>2007-06-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:23.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972720651268594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfTm5w8fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5KXhLdJIBpg/s320/Gnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972724946235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfT25w8gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5fNvmPE5AQw/s320/Gntdadt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfT25w8hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i53YFmFtxM8/s1600-h/tyutyju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972724946235922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfT25w8hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i53YFmFtxM8/s320/tyutyju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; my boyfriend's asss. its firm i swear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfUG5w8iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gBvQvnD_6SA/s1600-h/Tk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073972729241203234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfUG5w8iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gBvQvnD_6SA/s320/Tk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well the one with the firm butt's angry with me now. and im pretty bored. im sposed to be studying though. you know, commmon test is just two weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh this reminded me of a friendster group ivan created and invited me to join. bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Think We're Gonna Retain.'&lt;/span&gt; group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;group details : proud saints who think they are not gonna make it through their first year in st andrew's junior college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha ivan!! im not joining it. i wannna pass the damn promos. @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awy i went for class the other day. met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttybf.&lt;/span&gt; omg i wass so excited to see her aft so long! we started chattting and laughing &lt;em&gt;horrendously &lt;/em&gt;all that. thats the word to use. her laughters distinct. like loud and horrible. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpjX25w8jI/AAAAAAAAAQc/z8KqrYYISPQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073977191712223794" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpjX25w8jI/AAAAAAAAAQc/z8KqrYYISPQ/s200/Picture+002.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpjYG5w8kI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4IgH9BH9_qE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073977196007191106" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpjYG5w8kI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4IgH9BH9_qE/s200/Picture+003.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpjYW5w8lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/85bLJIXgARk/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073977200302158418" style="WIDTH: 126px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppMm5w8tI/AAAAAAAAARs/FPQTYQfQx8k/s200/Picture+027.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmplqW5w8qI/AAAAAAAAARU/uM71XpripPY/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073979708563059362" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmplqW5w8qI/AAAAAAAAARU/uM71XpripPY/s200/Picture+022.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073979704268092034" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmplqG5w8oI/AAAAAAAAARE/8emsw6PfXDk/s200/Picture+020.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rmplqm5w8rI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZRwX_tF-Oe8/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073979712858026674" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Rmplqm5w8rI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZRwX_tF-Oe8/s200/Picture+024.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppMm5w8tI/AAAAAAAAARs/FPQTYQfQx8k/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppM25w8uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sa92Xi6fdQY/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073983599803429602" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppM25w8uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sa92Xi6fdQY/s200/Picture+028.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNW5w8xI/AAAAAAAAASM/76-T4HNVzz0/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073983608393364242" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNW5w8xI/AAAAAAAAASM/76-T4HNVzz0/s200/Picture+033.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNG5w8vI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OM4tZj2gkno/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073983604098396914" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNG5w8vI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OM4tZj2gkno/s200/Picture+031.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHG5w8yI/AAAAAAAAASU/8o5ndLtmD5I/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986799554065186" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHG5w8yI/AAAAAAAAASU/8o5ndLtmD5I/s200/Picture+035.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNG5w8wI/AAAAAAAAASE/JG28wa4ZvtM/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073983604098396930" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNG5w8wI/AAAAAAAAASE/JG28wa4ZvtM/s200/Picture+032.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHW5w80I/AAAAAAAAASk/4rjUBlUJAJA/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986803849032514" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHW5w80I/AAAAAAAAASk/4rjUBlUJAJA/s200/Picture+037.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsH25w82I/AAAAAAAAAS0/e67i_n5QVjI/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986812438967138" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsH25w82I/AAAAAAAAAS0/e67i_n5QVjI/s200/Picture+030.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHW5w8zI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nvf8Z-HPBps/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986803849032498" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHW5w8zI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nvf8Z-HPBps/s200/Picture+036.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHm5w81I/AAAAAAAAASs/_Gn9DBpUO38/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073986808143999826" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpsHm5w81I/AAAAAAAAASs/_Gn9DBpUO38/s200/Picture+025.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmppNG5w8wI/AAAAAAAAASE/JG28wa4ZvtM/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from some time ago. met up with preeen for shopping and caught up with the rest of the girls at night. started taking pictures/yelling everything at Istana park. disturbed this couple who was making out. could have been their first kiss or something. well it loooked like it. awy we must have been rreally distracting. bet they hated us then. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-3129331947262953964?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/3129331947262953964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=3129331947262953964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3129331947262953964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3129331947262953964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-boyfriends-asss.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RmpfTm5w8fI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5KXhLdJIBpg/s72-c/Gnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-7901837153723795871</id><published>2007-05-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:28.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went to the Night safari with them for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my birthday!!&lt;/span&gt; wach thought my birthday was on the twelveth. and at 12 pm that day she happily text me to say ' hey im wishing you at 12pm on your birthday!!' my birthday was already 2 days over by then @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;before going to the safari, dawns mum brought us to her friend's house to see the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;puppies.&lt;/span&gt; at first i was like no im not gonna carry the pup. then okay i tried. ooooooomg its damnnnnn cute la. nine pupppies and nine of us. haha. we were on the sofa then the pups were like struggling. mel kept letting her pup go. then she'd be like ' ehhh ehh!!' hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069438466637914514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpDbSanYZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o_PpRFeDBDs/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069438466637914530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpDbSanYaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/G5oeigrTdTk/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpG5ianYpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V4gQoAHE5lY/s1600-h/Picture+005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069442284863840914" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpG5ianYpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V4gQoAHE5lY/s200/Picture+005-1.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpG5yanYqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8b8cKqv-wlk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069442289158808226" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpG5yanYqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8b8cKqv-wlk/s200/Picture+004.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpI0yanYtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zs3MYRXp7M8/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069444402282717906" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpI0yanYtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zs3MYRXp7M8/s200/Picture+006.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069438470932881842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpDbianYbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cYtfh-0vl34/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we went into night safari at ten okayyyy. it closes at twelve. brins said we'd have enough time to finish the trails. haha. after watching the animal show (which was just the same thing since a few thousand years ago) it was ELEVEN. which left us with one hour for the trails. took the tram. it was boring!!! if youre lucky you get to see one or two species of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pigs&lt;/span&gt;,some goats,many&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;flamingos&lt;/span&gt;. but thats that. the night safari has like many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;species of pigsssss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069442830324687538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpHZSanYrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TvDDYCBK_tE/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069441215416984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpF7SanYiI/AAAAAAAAANU/OiXSbALxsAo/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069438475227849170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpDbyanYdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VKVbpd8uzIE/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;wach i think a ghost floated past you or smthg oomg,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069441211122016754" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpQPSanYvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dR77KDne23g/s200/Picture+054.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7901837153723795871?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7901837153723795871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7901837153723795871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7901837153723795871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7901837153723795871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-night-safari-with-them-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RlpDbSanYZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o_PpRFeDBDs/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-4758028124358721827</id><published>2007-05-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:07:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;somethings wrong. but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-4758028124358721827?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/4758028124358721827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=4758028124358721827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/4758028124358721827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/4758028124358721827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/05/somethings-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-6476689014621886182</id><published>2007-05-07T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrDy566I/AAAAAAAAAKU/h8dQSp6BSIQ/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063893900452293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrDy566I/AAAAAAAAAKU/h8dQSp6BSIQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrTy567I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Otx3ABAwDs4/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063893904747260850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrTy567I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Otx3ABAwDs4/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrjy568I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UQpFTabvzwk/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063893909042228162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrjy568I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UQpFTabvzwk/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrzy569I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASQ5QyrVeig/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063893913337195474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrzy569I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASQ5QyrVeig/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrated dawn's birthday. as usual i was late. met them only at ten when we were sposed to meet round seven? @@ the damn kitchen was already closed by then. so we could only order drinks. the waiter told me the cocktails were alright,minimum alcohol content. but my head was already throbbing and tiff tan went : mich your face is damnnnn red. and everyone went on to echo, ya so red,very red and i think sean laughed..bitch!! . i had to exchange my order with stan's expired soyamilk @@ haha loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. then some waiter made dessert for me. hahaha. this guy asked me for my name. and then after some time another came and asked ' michelle right? someone made this for you' haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayyy happy birthday dawn!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-6476689014621886182?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6476689014621886182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=6476689014621886182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6476689014621886182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6476689014621886182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrated-dawns-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RkaQrDy566I/AAAAAAAAAKU/h8dQSp6BSIQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-8095065188748638325</id><published>2007-04-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;haha! most pointless incident of the day. four of us went into the boook shop and got sooooo excited over &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IPS&lt;/span&gt;@@. obviously we chose the most retarded looking ones. they were only a dollar each. but we tooook like ten thousand years to choooooooose....... then finallly we decided on the most retarded ones. hahahaha. mines the tortoise. i think its the ugliest laa haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJxzy562I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jm5kmbrhyMs/s1600-h/moch015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059241982719290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJxzy562I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jm5kmbrhyMs/s320/moch015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy563I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ltTqbOFJxg4/s1600-h/moch016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059241987014257522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy563I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ltTqbOFJxg4/s320/moch016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;during moral ed and geog clarisse and i developed this weird urge to get retarded looking paper clips for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;keith and faizal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha was deciding between a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red/yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tortoise and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;cock- eyed owl hahaha closed my eyes and picked the owl in the end. toook like another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ten thousand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;years .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy564I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qJA0fDufA88/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059241987014257538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy564I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qJA0fDufA88/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy565I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dwYOk2wLNMQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059241987014257554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJyDy565I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dwYOk2wLNMQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i met faizal i held the two creatures in my hands then told him HEY IV GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!! haha asked him to turn around then i gave him this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; @@@@@@@ hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-8095065188748638325?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/8095065188748638325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=8095065188748638325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/8095065188748638325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/8095065188748638325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha-most-pointless-incident-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RjYJxzy562I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jm5kmbrhyMs/s72-c/moch015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-5221885183609029702</id><published>2007-04-23T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:27:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iv stopped going for trainings but im still doing the rounds and the sets. maybe not as much though. haha.. and im still feeling guilty about taking in some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ten thousand calories&lt;/span&gt; that day. Steamboat./bbq. ooooomg do you have to like puke for 50 hours or what. hahahahaha. clarisse is like semi vegetarian now. she only eats egg sandwiches, no more ham and cheese. no more chicken rice. only rice with fish. and sometimes she just eats a Banana for lunch hahaha banana?????!! anorexic la that girl. but its for canoeing so ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched two movies ina row yesterday.&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fracture and Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; with faizal. it was like we were damn bored or smthg. he kinda persudaded me not to do my gp essay till later so i got bored. shit la hes damn bad influence =p hes with his dad washing the car now. i know for sure he'd take off his shirt. he likes his body a lot. but maybe its nice. right, rreallly,its nice. hahahaha @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; going for a run with tiff tomorrrow. its kinda weird i know. tsx and i meeting up to run together. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss that girl!!&lt;/span&gt;  awy now all the girls have started schooool. tried to meet up with tb and wach the other day but i didnt get to see them in the end. omg i rrreally rrreally miss them. my islander membership has been put to waste yike. why did i ever let that chloe girl convince me in the first place man.  haha @@@@@@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-5221885183609029702?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/5221885183609029702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=5221885183609029702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/5221885183609029702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/5221885183609029702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/04/iv-stopped-going-for-trainings-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-7274164263690111642</id><published>2007-04-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHV0yEOVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XH8QcYRHy1k/s1600-h/Picture+023[2]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054735703297243474" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHV0yEOVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XH8QcYRHy1k/s200/Picture+023%5B2%5D" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWEyEOWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hgXZxL_rufo/s1600-h/Picture+024[2]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054735707592210786" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWEyEOWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hgXZxL_rufo/s200/Picture+024%5B2%5D" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWEyEOXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gju-FXNGve0/s1600-h/Picture+025[2]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054735707592210802" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWEyEOXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gju-FXNGve0/s200/Picture+025%5B2%5D" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWUyEOYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z47Isp0w_eA/s1600-h/Picture+026[2]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054735711887178114" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHWUyEOYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z47Isp0w_eA/s200/Picture+026%5B2%5D" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYG50yEOUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U_lYfnc1low/s1600-h/Picture+027[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054735222260906306" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYG50yEOUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U_lYfnc1low/s200/Picture+027%5B1%5D" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYI-UyEOZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/avh1teYv-zM/s1600-h/Picture+028[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054737498593573266" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYI-UyEOZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/avh1teYv-zM/s200/Picture+028%5B1%5D" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggg I found the HOT guys picture online yesterday AND guess what!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually saw him today. We even took pictures together ahahahahhas @@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7274164263690111642?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7274164263690111642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7274164263690111642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7274164263690111642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7274164263690111642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/04/omggg-i-found-hot-guys-picture-online.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiYHV0yEOVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XH8QcYRHy1k/s72-c/Picture+023%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-2219814385681614013</id><published>2007-04-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiTruHncVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BZrCO3bCVsA/s1600-h/sideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054423859367532018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiTruHncVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BZrCO3bCVsA/s320/sideways.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTTEST GUY AROUND!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i found this picture somewhere. omg this guy is soooo hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's sizzzzling pleeeeease! hahahaha&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/16354760-2219814385681614013?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2219814385681614013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=2219814385681614013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2219814385681614013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2219814385681614013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hottest-guy-around-hahahaha-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiTruHncVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BZrCO3bCVsA/s72-c/sideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-2119155553737049335</id><published>2007-04-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been going for trainings. so out of Seven days im working out for Five days. last week was practically about aching. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clarisse and i&lt;/span&gt; screamed when we reached steps and then this man stared at us hahahahahahs. she says shes a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; wildcat&lt;/span&gt; haha! more like a monkey pleeeease. (wildcat??? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh had some pw group bonding time the other day @@ and then each group had to come up with five things that only they can do. of course i used my finger flip thing its like so far unbeatable. ahahahas. its gross la. clar can sound likea monkey. bai mimicked mr bean and there was this group, if they add up all their piercings they would have 27 in total. five ina group. means on average each person has five. !! and they have the most number of people with dimples ina group! all of them actually! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONRHncVbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yCv20Hz7qJo/s1600-h/loves010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054038532081604018" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONRHncVbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yCv20Hz7qJo/s200/loves010.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONQ3ncVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ByozQog0Y5U/s1600-h/moch006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054038527786636706" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONQ3ncVaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ByozQog0Y5U/s200/moch006.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONQXncVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rOCv7dxrw-g/s1600-h/moch003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054038519196702098" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONQXncVZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rOCv7dxrw-g/s200/moch003.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGHncVcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N6ebAv_sYAA/s1600-h/moch014-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054039442614670786" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGHncVcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N6ebAv_sYAA/s200/moch014-002.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGXncVdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Se9kePZ_6cQ/s1600-h/06042007072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054039446909638098" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGXncVdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Se9kePZ_6cQ/s200/06042007072.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGnncVeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Znz3CnJJg6c/s1600-h/moch013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054039451204605410" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiOOGnncVeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Znz3CnJJg6c/s200/moch013.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting the girls these days would mean looking for a nice cafe to hang around. chat and giggle &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hysterically.&lt;/span&gt; all the babe's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ah @@ hahahaha you know what. now i feel like going to a poly!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-2119155553737049335?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/2119155553737049335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=2119155553737049335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2119155553737049335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/2119155553737049335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/04/been-going-for-trainings.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RiONRHncVbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yCv20Hz7qJo/s72-c/loves010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-7172499646013257248</id><published>2007-03-29T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:05:09.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;schools getting better now that you make friends. and i went out with my classmates today! haha like isaac shaun joel clarisse ivan and i. had carls junior. the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;damn huge burger la&lt;/span&gt; but i was damn hungry i just had the whole thing. oooh! and shaun says : ' hey! you kidnapped my cow!' hahaha. shaun has this big slab of eraser thats &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink and has a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;print of a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and on it says ' moo~ ima cow ' haha rolls eye la shaun is this big guy whos a rugger and he likes his eraser.... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but school work suck la. rreallly. slacking + like piles of nOTES!!! doesnt go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-7172499646013257248?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/7172499646013257248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=7172499646013257248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7172499646013257248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/7172499646013257248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/03/schools-getting-better-now-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-3262513981969444756</id><published>2007-03-16T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:04:52.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiff tan si xuan round here is stilll the besssst! rrreallly.&lt;/span&gt; haha been hanging with stan preen and kennny. i mean is that weird or what. after like what,2 years. kenny preen and i even went shopping together yesterday! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kenny came up with this joke/sentence/&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Crap&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form a sentence with three identical words -- 'Kind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got to be kind, to be kind-of kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha@@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-3262513981969444756?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/3262513981969444756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=3262513981969444756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3262513981969444756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3262513981969444756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiff-tan-si-xuan-round-here-is-stilll.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-6476050466034465914</id><published>2007-03-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:37.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OMLaC3NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/70ORhg4EWUA/s1600-h/P1030417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039191741689945298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="30" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OMLaC3NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/70ORhg4EWUA/s320/P1030417.JPG" width="26" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay!! i got into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;sajc&lt;/span&gt;!! hahahaha so on that day we got the posting i shrieked in front of the computer at like ten am. you know before that i had a lot of calls and many people talking to me online asking where im posted to and all tht. haha. i didnt dare to click Submit!! ooomg. haha then it was like Posted instituition : St andrew's junior college. ahhhh!! hahaha scream for me girls!!&lt;br /&gt;the girls were all kinda happy with their postings too. lynncheng my darling got into tp's HTM!! her dream course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awy we went to the beach after that to play vollleyball. well ended up learning a new sport again. some guy taught us touch rugby. haha. and btw im an &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Islander&lt;/span&gt; now! signed up with weiling !! ask me to the beach ppl!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039186738053045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7Jo7aC3II/AAAAAAAAAFo/EMtG-BFd--E/s400/P1030425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7JobaC3HI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V9ffu8PoCTs/s1600-h/P1030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039186729463110770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7JobaC3HI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V9ffu8PoCTs/s400/P1030424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039187373708205202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7KN7aC3JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9CIFeB92Xg4/s320/P1030434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039188005068397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7KyraC3MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UVFWA-3gmq0/s320/P1030418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; haha i so loveeeee them! and i just realised iv three sentosa entries ina row. which is stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039192278560857346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OrbaC3QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6rf4ipjNjyc/s320/P1030391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039191741689945314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OMLaC3OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CUGKDIehrqE/s320/P1030401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039191745984912626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OMbaC3PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0R1O7vnSSQA/s320/P1030394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039188000773430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7KybaC3KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pH3oOvSWUzQ/s320/P1030422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039188000773430450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7KybaC3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wM9IYGIHZ3I/s320/P1030426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PW7aC3RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3toFfIJ0fkg/s1600-h/P1030390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039193025885166866" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PW7aC3RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3toFfIJ0fkg/s200/P1030390.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PW7aC3SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GXw-f79DNlM/s1600-h/P1030395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039193025885166882" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PW7aC3SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GXw-f79DNlM/s200/P1030395.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PXLaC3TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/epiT1TEJrFo/s1600-h/P1030384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039193030180134194" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7PXLaC3TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/epiT1TEJrFo/s200/P1030384.JPG" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-6476050466034465914?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6476050466034465914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=6476050466034465914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6476050466034465914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6476050466034465914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-got-into-sajc-hahahaha-so-on-that.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/Re7OMLaC3NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/70ORhg4EWUA/s72-c/P1030417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-415439602697531637</id><published>2007-03-03T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:39.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to sentosa after schoool again. im going to a jc but still treating first three months like a holiday @@ please say woah this girl is lucky if i manage to pass everything. awy we played vollleyball. looked like big fat idiots in front of people who actually know how to play the game. till these three guys came over. they were about 24? 25? years old. so you know in order Not to look like dolts we decided to try to play well. try running for the balll. .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and this guy said i play well!!&lt;/span&gt; for a beginnner he meant i know. but ahaaaas. knew i couldnt be too bad at it. @@ hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037713354025493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemNmsLuY4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5DQXpGK7nMk/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037713366910395298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemNncLuY6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/WO8LirgmD4I/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; picture with ultimate ego man!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037713362615427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemNnMLuY5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q36qA2qazSA/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;obviously mel just wants her picture taken. shes smiling Soooo widely and you should see her play volleyball. she hits the ball everywhere &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cept towards the net.&lt;/span&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPpMLuY8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/u7CT3HpZOv8/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037715595998421954" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPpMLuY8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/u7CT3HpZOv8/s200/Picture+021.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPo8LuY7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IkJYLye938A/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037715591703454642" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPo8LuY7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IkJYLye938A/s200/Picture+016.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPpsLuY9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/alAyMSvOCcQ/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037715604588356562" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemPpsLuY9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/alAyMSvOCcQ/s200/Picture+017.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRq8LuZAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wGiqgDihKWw/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037717825086448642" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRq8LuZAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wGiqgDihKWw/s200/Picture+028.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRqsLuY_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vP-oIG6v9nE/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037717820791481330" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRqsLuY_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vP-oIG6v9nE/s200/Picture+027.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRqMLuY-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bv49TCZv1cQ/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037717812201546722" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemRqMLuY-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bv49TCZv1cQ/s200/Picture+026.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-415439602697531637?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/415439602697531637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=415439602697531637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/415439602697531637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/415439602697531637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-sentosa-after-schoool-again.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/RemNmsLuY4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/5DQXpGK7nMk/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-4772119332164876522</id><published>2007-02-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLK8Ht6GuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cpq3uF9Fmvk/s1600-h/cheerleaders!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035810467566197474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLK8Ht6GuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cpq3uF9Fmvk/s320/cheerleaders!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha! the girls posed as cheerleaders. i mean ya we posed but its still kinda nice isnt it! :DD so misss the girls. our clique's quite huge okay. 12 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lynn tb kwaihoong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wach jiamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;evan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;debbie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chuanlian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;raphael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;chlo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035810458976262866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLK7nt6GtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3bFTbQEDKOk/s320/babes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815827685382930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLP0Ht6GxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KCV296BYN0Q/s320/ugly+babes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this picture loooks cool. it has this very 3D effect. goodness i miss the girls! and i havent met raphael and debbie since 3 thousand years before. where are they enjoying their twosome man. rreallly. wht have they beeen doing. !rolls eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035812258567559938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLMkXt6GwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Qo1ObGFNT2E/s320/P1030130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha! this was seriously funny. a company was having its function at the beach and they had this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sumo game.&lt;/span&gt; wach and evan asked if they could have a try. and look. they loooked so daft and cute. hahahaha. its like they couldnt even stand straight. and all of us were just laughing. i decided to poke evan and she fell right back. haha! serious. she just fell. Helplesssly. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035816437570739010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLQXnt6G0I/AAAAAAAAABU/mCvCSP5-zWs/s320/P1030195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and once you fall... you cant stand up. you know they looked damn funny. they were on the flooor. and the head gear was so huge it covered their faces. and they were laughing they couldnt even speak. but i could see evan's eyes widening like asking us to help her up. they couldnt stand up on their own. haha! it took all of us to help them up. in the end some guys came to help. teenagers okay. i mean it must have been so retarded. lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035823107654949858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLWb3t6G-I/AAAAAAAAACk/n1C_g0ZnG7o/s320/P1030194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035812254272592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLMkHt6GvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sGtq9_qbGLc/s320/P1030094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;loook at lynn cheng the red kid. haha she got kinda red tht day. i got blacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not like tanned or anything. i needa get tannner. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and id go and tan.&lt;/span&gt; in case somebody says i only say it but do not get my butt up and out to go tanning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035816437570738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLQXnt6GzI/AAAAAAAAABM/77tIoaJA84A/s320/P1030191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haha! this is like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cast Away&lt;/span&gt; where i only have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; the blooody handprint ball as a friend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035815827685382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLP0Ht6GyI/AAAAAAAAABE/1fq366QPUGU/s320/stranded.jpg2.jpg" border="0" 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href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-girls-posed-as-cheerleaders.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNFpEG5wSV0/ReLK8Ht6GuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cpq3uF9Fmvk/s72-c/cheerleaders!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-862814897281825039</id><published>2007-02-21T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:48:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i wannna get married! okay roughly in about ten years time id be happily married, enjoying the laps of luxury and chasing my kids(threee!) about trying to feeed them cereal :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hahaha ten years issss soooooo sooon! by then id be 27. omg 27 is so old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and when my kids grow up, if you ask them whats part of their fondest memories of childhoood, itd be the zoo. ahaaas. id probably sign up as Friends of the Zooo and pack threee kids with all that nappies milk bottles up and to the zoo every other weeekend. make sure they know how to spell Hippopotamus by the age of 2 and a 1/2 hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-862814897281825039?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-3864390969080724914</id><published>2007-02-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:18:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;stayed at preeen's for like 5/6 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for suppper one night and toook the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;wrong bus back. ended up alighting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;crosssing the road to take another bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;mel was waiting for us and she asked us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;how long's the ride. so as not to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;like 40 mins which sounds soooo long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;we purposely replied her late. hahaha dawn's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counted down to mel's birthday. stan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;kennny preeen and i. at like twelve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;everyone counted down and wished her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched this film stanley bought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;sposed to be Disturbing. haha but we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;ended up laughing and laughing. we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;all lying around and my hair touched mel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;she said i was more disturbing than the show.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha. stupid girl. preen wanted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;watch another show but stan was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;ts k. five star lehs. he and the big ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;cos he bought it ,we had to watch it. haha. next we watched home run. that guy rreallly loooks like kennny okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;kept laughing. BIG FAT PIG. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-3864390969080724914?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/3864390969080724914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=3864390969080724914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3864390969080724914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/3864390969080724914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-this-certain-girl-that-we-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-6704486459353027985</id><published>2007-02-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:20:31.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surprise surprise! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;twelve &lt;/span&gt;points for LIR5. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nine&lt;/span&gt; points for LIR4. !! :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;its a biggy surprise. very big. was opposite from lynn cheng. she cant wait to get her slip but i didnt even wannna take mine. told mr tan. ' lao shi bu yao gei wo!! '&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i signed my name hastily and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anxiously. i dont know, i wasnt eager to get it but i wannna get it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awy. okay then i saw a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for english! screamed screamed screamed like mad. and i didnt even bother looking at the other subs. struggled to open Form A. i peeled the sides off with such shaking hands. the scene was a blur but i could rmb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;lee tb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beside me. and once i opened the form she shrieked! and i shrieked too! though i didnt know what she was shrieking at. so after i went ah!! i asked eh why you screaming. what do i loook at? and that girl showed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me my aggregate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; twelve and nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i so wannnna scream!! haha. since sec three when they first started calculating our aggregates for us my points have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never fallen below 20 for r5. it has been all scary points like 26. and i got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for prelims.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha. the slip stated You are eligible for the 3 year pre-U course. i mean like. huh thats all? almost gave up the thought that id ever get into a jc. twelve rreally surprises me okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;all along iv been wanting to get into SA. now i get the chance to go in. omg i put it as first choice and i had better get in. its not the uniform! okay maybe a little but it has the sort of combination i want. haha pray that i get in pleeeaasse.! never thought id be able to have this much choices. glad that i did well. and well i guess the stupid study club days paid off. haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*rolls eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the class girls all did quite well. i mean we did great by our own standards. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cried buckets cos she was totallly overjoyed. lee tb and i couldnt believe ourselves. rreallly happpy for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i shrieked at everyone who asked bout my results. and also those whom i went up to to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;announce to. haha. like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;miss chew, mr tan, ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( i jumped and shrieked at &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like yay so happy and hug!!),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;girls, tty!, brins, my mum my dad, donavan,faizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and just about evryone who asked. okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel a little sad that i wont get to experience the poly thang. everyones going on and on bout polys nowadays. but my dad wants me to go into a jc. gary thinks jc is better and everyone else tells me jc is better. oh ya kenneth says so too. haha. cept stanley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-6704486459353027985?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/6704486459353027985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=6704486459353027985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6704486459353027985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/6704486459353027985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprise-surprise-twelve-points-for.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-117068567938386428</id><published>2007-02-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:24:17.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bought bananas for benandjerry's. i was wearing the b&amp;j's shirt with all that cows and buying bananas from vivomart. ifa told me to buy three bunches. ' okay you buy one green bunch. the second one you buy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;half yellow&lt;/span&gt; half green'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha! omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;benandjerry's so cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sounds so negative.. but we've been having an in flux of flies. thankfully we've got wee siang! he swappped two flies and killed them! he was so gleeful ya know like ' eh michelle. was this the fly you saw? haha.. neh i killed it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then today while playing caps' in schoool i fell down! im sixteeen. going on&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Seventeeen&lt;/span&gt; and i fell down. what a big baby. tara was sucha darling. she made me wash my leg. actually she barked at me. ' come wash your leg la! ' haha told her she looks like an army officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watched thai vs sin finals at some cafe in Bugis. the tv's soooo tiny okay i wonder why i did not just stay home to watch. haha. and nobody got overly excited. and some people were eating away. ehhh this is singapore's team playing okay bimbossss. definitely not as exciting as the match at the stadium. but whateva. it was the company.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watched the finals 1st leg at the national stadium!! was late... and when we were outside the stadium we actually heard people inside screaming!! omg singapore scored! then i went in and sat with tty. think he was very nervous too cos for the first time when i talk incessantly to him he did not ask if im done and please shut up. hahaha. i said like 'teeyong its soo scary!' and you guys should have seen his expresssion. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tan tee yong with an excited expresssion.&lt;/span&gt; haha! when singapore did that penalty shot chlo and i looked at each other, held hands, screamed and yelled and jumped. haha. omg love that girl man she knows when to get crazy with me!! =PPPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/779709/Picture%20010edit.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love singapore! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-117068567938386428?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/117068567938386428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=117068567938386428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/117068567938386428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/117068567938386428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-bought-bananas-for-benandjerrys.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-117002383736850079</id><published>2007-01-29T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:49:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;i woke up too early for schoool today! its so stupid and its the first. i mean who wakes up so early for schooool. i could have woken up at 7 and i stupidly pulled myself out of bed at 530. haha its only 630 now!!  i called tb and asked ' tb what time do we hafta reach today? nine right. im stupid or what.....' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-117002383736850079?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/117002383736850079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=117002383736850079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/117002383736850079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/117002383736850079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-woke-up-too-early-for-schoool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116955255158745298</id><published>2007-01-23T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:57:51.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school's been fun. my class had organised two events so far. a potluck in school yesterday and just the other day we went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b&amp;j's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like im just beginning to love everyone there. its so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing how people forge friendships. anyway iv got people like zuhl.. hes a vainpot i tell you. he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has tried&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;zil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waxing on his back.. i dont get that part. why the back?! he washes his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;face with facial foam after pe. he uses skin whitener. what else. he likes estelle's sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nails and went eh mich i love your tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then theres tara averail chan who was the vice head girl in her school. currently i have her badge clipped right on my blouse. it has since drawn a lot of attention with people asking me ' mich youre a prefect!? ' no im not. iv never been one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zoey laughs a lot. and when we had to do self introduction she said one of her many abilities was to laugh continuously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and her laughter is contagiously giggly. thats what i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mathew and ryan do all that fortune psyhic palm reading stuff. so far mathew's been spot on bout the stuff he reads from my palm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ryan was the reason why i told the 'story' to the classmates. and that led to yuanli that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;owe&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; g&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;helping me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;id remember yuanli for life. i swear. haha. that girl's in an acapella group. she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shaved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bald last year and sports this mo hog? hairstlye now. haha. shes way cool. and she's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;helped me in something. that im rreally thankful for now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;curly looks like a very pretty cartoon mouse. she has this signature curly curly hair thats soo springy. i bet shes sick of the phrase ' omg can i touch your hair' haha. curly and i have had our own embarrassing moments. but she was saying my embarrassing moment has a happy ending. which is kind of true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adilah has a crush on our lit teacher. mr johari is cute lah. adilah likes decent guys. haha. but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;theres always a third party...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;big boob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adilah says that the teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always hangs around mr johari. anytime and anywhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;big boobs dont always rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh amanda! shes so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but yea im beginning to see why she told me her friends said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shes too straighforward.tactless in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(reminds me of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;melisssa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people, remember not to go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to melissa when youre so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;crushed and what you need is consolation even if theyre all a pack of lies. because mel crushes you more. thats what a true friend does of course, they tell you the truth but we all know the truth suck. so yea haha.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright back to amanda. she told me ' no michelle im sorry to tell you that but i dont think hes cute, i rreally disagree with you.' aww. haha. talk about breaking a persons heart man. his or mind. both.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116955255158745298?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116955255158745298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116955255158745298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116955255158745298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116955255158745298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-been-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116870958217245458</id><published>2007-01-11T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:52:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/388667/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am back from &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cruise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/451676/DSC00376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;went with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'The Big Ego'&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mathew has big ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;stanley has big ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;kenneth has big ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/866521/DSC00319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yay! finally we were going onboard. imagine the excitement!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/347197/DSC00324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this is twice as exciting. our cabins for the entire trip. 5016/5018.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/747572/DSC00550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/4468/DSC00550.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/439429/DSC00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/522872/DSC00334.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;very important access cards. you want food you want games you need this card.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/240767/DSC00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/223023/DSC00325.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/92801/DSC00327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/986625/DSC00327.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;feeling so happy bout ourselves. we're on the cruise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/14142/DSC00328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/684565/DSC00328.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/887852/DSC00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/766251/DSC00331.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/379285/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/826586/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/473174/DSC00338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/473349/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;AHH.. UMMM~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;settled many meals here at the Mediterranean. kiasu people lars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;free food = more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cakes are like my favorite. 'xi guays' are kenneth's favorite. haha! it made him pass so much motion one night he didnt wanna eat anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/608721/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/487955/DSC00341.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/162052/DSC00342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/777610/DSC00342.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the big ego people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kenneth: stanley ni hen ah gua lor.&lt;br /&gt;mathew: ni you big ego.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/426485/DSC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/966535/DSC00345.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/62359/DSC00346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/133509/DSC00346.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i just wanted to show, stanley loy wants to be in all the pictures. haha. he keeps posing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/451523/DSC00350.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think joining the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is like being on cruise.minus the food minus the fun. and lesser space. i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;better think twice now. anyway iv already forgotten how to write chinese letters. lemme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pretend i have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seasick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/489483/DSC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/661410/DSC00359.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/489483/DSC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/781518/DSC00360.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/781341/DSC00364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/842839/DSC00364.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;' go cruise fat lor. eat and eat and eat.' typical comment bout cruise. sounds like what wach would whine about. haha. but we couldnt get fat cos of overeating lar. theres the basketball game we play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Daily&lt;/span&gt;. i think it sounds very -.- to like go on cruise to play basketball. its like -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;going all the way to thailand to eat macdonalds,when u can have it in singapore. anyway its very funny to play basketball on the deck. your everything is flying around. very very hilarious. i'll show you kenneth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/717138/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/833534/DSC00374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his poses oddly resembles smthg.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;i suspect he takes banghra dance classes whenever he is not sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/858270/DSC00372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/132631/DSC00387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know its soo calm inside the cruise and soo wild out there on the deck. we stepped in and it was like - rainbow after a storm kinda thing. haha. the air became soo still it was like cracking lah. then we looked into the mirror and 'ahh!' the hair was soo messy. mat looks like some dragonball character. haha! thats so backintime. wach looks like paul twohill. foreva lah she. mel and i look mad. surprisingly the pink girl and her boyfriend look alright. then shes gonna say , ' obviously i look nice whateva it is lah ' -.- shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/638113/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;neh!! kenny's favorite expression. hands out. thumb on your nose. tongue stuck out. neh!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/876388/DSC00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/253913/DSC00390.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/432311/DSC00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/429485/DSC00391.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;em&gt; dont know what shes doing. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/158269/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and then these two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wach brought her speakers and then we were like stuck in the cabin doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;mtv&lt;/span&gt; . the guys went for this gayish Men bonding session at the jacuzzi. hahaha. everyone started doing mad and ugly stuff thats Strictly not to be seen by outsiders. heard that kenneth did some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dirty dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;their cabin. haha! plus he was going crazy mimicking mr yeo. gimme the HI clap! kenneth screams like a girl btw!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Second day we arrived at Penang. i tell u what we did. we did &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PARA-SAILING,JETSKIING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND HAD A GO ON THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt; BOAT&lt;/span&gt;. forget bout the banana boat lah. its so lame.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;waste of money. but the para sailing and jetskiing was totally worth a try. para sailing is basically like you're equipped with this parachute and pulled along by a speed boat. means we're up in the air. we're just hanging! omg its the coolest thing eva. cooler than falling flat on your face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/870812/DSC00427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and crashing into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;seaweed&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. that happened to rachel. the rest of us just sat in a row watching her fly past us and crashing lah. then we couldnt stop laughing. nobody went up to her to ask how is she. we just laughed. haha. its damn funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/85990/DSC00425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;apprently i cant figure whos up there in the picture. the funniest part of parasailing was taking off and landing. you know we wanted to do it in pairs at first. but they talked us out of it. actually they kinda imposed it on us lah. so we had to do it alone! omg &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; we had to run when they shout&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; ' Run! '&lt;/span&gt; then you'd just go up . haha.and then you're just floating around. the feeling is like no other . exhilarating. but mostly i was just worrying bout how id land later. my shorts were like crumpled then i thought id fall unglamly or smthg.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/48263/DSC00416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the end i fell into the water. couldnt stop screaming and laughing at the same time. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;exposed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;butt/falling in water.&lt;/span&gt; i cant decide which one is worse. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stanley landed like those pro parachuters that come on National day and everyone goes 'whoooooooooooh........ perfect! this is sgt xxx with a record of 10 jumps' Red lions right? or smthg lah. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jetskiing was even cooler. i paired with brins and i was like'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; ehh so sexy lah im gonna hafta hold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha. preen and stan went first. they came near shore to look for us but ended up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crashing then they just flew off the jet and disappeared. we couldnt find them and suddenly two heads just bobbed out of the water. the two idiots fell into the water. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway ya it was very very exciting. we made slow turns and then find a straight clear path to dash all the way. brins and i just screamed and screamed non stop. it was very shiok lah.. the water in your face, your hair all over your face. haha. then that guy suddenly stopped and said' eh i needa pull my pants '.... lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mel went with kenneth and i think kenneth screamed louder than mel. his high pitched girly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;screams. kenneth is so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah gua&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/943599/DSC00429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wach and mat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/881359/DSC00428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;brins and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/102932/DSC00415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/602555/DSC00414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/288348/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/630935/DSC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/117358/DSC00406.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/745070/DSC00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/499823/DSC00412.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/809895/DSC00437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/621290/DSC00437.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/262706/DSC00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/364030/DSC00442.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/831370/DSC00453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/237986/DSC00453.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/800782/DSC00455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/270024/DSC00455.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mel must be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love-sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; lah. haha. the one sitting by the window's mel. um stan and kenneth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;were imitating some people and obessed with it the whole night. seemed like everything has a link to that person. haha. we were going for dinner at Bella Vista that night and there was dress code. somehow i didnt bring any formal wear, dont ask me why, i just didnt. so we cooked up something. that skirt belongs to wach. the shoes belong to mel. i know it doesnt go well at all. but haha. esp the skirt part. i hooked it up with like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three large pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; and wore it up my waist. its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;actually a long pair or skirt. during dinner, snap!, the pins came off cos i was fidgeting around. pffft. i wont go into details bout the embarrassment i felt. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/61581/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;day Three in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Phuket!!&lt;/span&gt; this day ought to be very interesting you know. but who knows i fell &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha. spoiler lah. anyway before i got sick, we were on this tour. didnt go into the shopping malls. we just explored ourselves. so ya eight of us just walked around. at least it was in the day lah and thats not so bad. my parents always say thailand is dangerous like they'd catch you chop off your limbs and make u a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;beggar!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. traffic was bad. the eight of us stood on the roadside contemplating whether or not to cross the street. the zebra crossing was just there for the sake of having to be there.. then there were communication problems. we went to have lunch at this shop and the person sprouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;thai&lt;/span&gt; to us. What?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/502990/DSC00480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that we shopped abit at those roadside shops. oh ya we tooked neos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thai neos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was actually a computer. and you select the designs from a folder. then she'll key it into the computer then you take a picture. just for a hundred baht. we got to take eight pictures. plus we get to retake the pictures. and we have time to decide who to be in the picture. then the pictures were laminated. our money 's so hard to earn man. hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/789700/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we were off to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;patong beach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the stretch of beach that sells all the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imitation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i got sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when we were bout to get off the bus, i got naus. after we got off the bus, my vision blurred like mad. i got giddy and i couldnt walk any further at all. i had to squat down. then i started crying. im telling you how lousy it is to be crying on the streets of phuket cos you wanna vomit and you are giddy. i got up and tried to walk somemore. i squatted down again. it looked almost like a procession -.- haha. so the ego people became rreally sweet. anyway i think i got sick because i was hungry. hahaha. cos i settled down at starbucks while the others went to do shopping, had a muffin, slept for a few mins and i was all ready to go again. kenneth and mat accompanied me . it was so funny how the three of us were in a cafe together and then later we went shopping &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. that would never happen if it was not for cruise. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/496161/DSC00476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/453129/DSC00476.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/412182/DSC00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/723637/DSC00479.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;trawled the stretch of shops. but theres seriously nothing. every shop sells the same goods. i only bought one tee shirt and its not even fake. bargaining is not easy. i always end up losing. haha. there was this man omg its rreally scary. i walked away and he pulled me back. its totally nauseating. worse than what i felt before. ee dirty old man pulling me. very very gross lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ten!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/774959/DSC00487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/252516/DSC00487.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/150285/DSC00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/25326/DSC00491.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/599410/DSC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/705910/DSC00492.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/629332/DSC00487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/763334/DSC00487.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/603461/DSC00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/635247/DSC00491.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/284472/DSC00443.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;the people went for the Gala dinner that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/966328/DSC00499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/336188/DSC00499.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/443948/DSC00496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/709630/DSC00496.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;preen stan and i gave it a miss. so guess what. i had my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first game of Mahjong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its like so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;interesting. what pong chi and all that. wach even did that pointless ' chuang kou...' thing. hahaha then the gala people came and took over. i think they got tipsy cos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;mel was blabbering.&lt;/span&gt; haha. so preen stan and i we went to have dinner. that day's dinner was rreally nicer but i doubt the gala people would believe us. they'd just call it a case of self delusion. haha. neh!! dinner was rreally nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/469180/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/157775/DSC00501.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/289796/DSC00504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/666416/DSC00504.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;even later that night, we borrowed games to play. intended to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Twister&lt;/span&gt; but we rreally cant figure how. stan had to put his hand near kenneth's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;youknowwhere &lt;/span&gt;and kenneth was screaming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bu yao! ni bu yao fang guo lai! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;played The game of life in the end. right from the start everyone began churning up stories, everyone was just laughing and talking at the same time. stan got a second wife ( at first was brin's sis then it became brins's mum. haha! )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stan reads Life card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stan: yay i can have another wife! *picks up a pink figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wach: eh cannot! thats katrina! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*stan picks up another pink figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wach + everybody: eh thats brinston's mum! hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no offence no offence!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then next up we had to queue to go and die. wach came up with this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ' lai pai dui pai dui go and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;die '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing. hahaha lmao! got it videoed down its damn hilarious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/563174/DSC00509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/5943/DSC00509.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/732151/DSC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/984973/DSC00511.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/443948/DSC00496.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i forgot which night, we went up to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Helipad&lt;/span&gt; to play games. the handkerchief game again. cept that this time round the person walking around doesnt know whos the catcher. so the catcher was sposed to just stand up and run. wach was herself again that night. she just stood down there and screamed. haha. alright.and the last night, we went to the huge chestboard area to play &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;murderer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;i winked and winked at kenneth soooo many times but he was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oblivious to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont know whos eye is smaller lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;on the third night, we planned to stay up. kenneth wanted to go onto the deck at dawn to sleep. so when the sun comes out, he can sleep and tan at the same time. haha. they rreally tried that but the deck was freezing at that hour i think. me... i fell asleep long ago at four lah. intended to just lie there and who knows i fell asleep.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nobody bothered to wake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; preen says not like id bother to wake up anyway. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/549301/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/546134/DSC00517.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/549502/DSC00524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/515215/DSC00524.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/742144/DSC00522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/882583/DSC00522.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then we had to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go home&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; everyone spent the last day complaining bout how it was the last day.. ironically, the guys wasted the entire morning sleeping. we girls went to the jacuzzzi. and to tan. so ima very tanned person now. face's too &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; though. argh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/692140/DSC00526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;last picture taken before rushing back to pack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/758601/DSC00547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/900037/DSC00551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;iv zoomed in and checked. stan was stepping on my picture! damn big ego person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/746060/DSC00549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this is my friend of soo many years and iv to Ask for a picture to be taken. and he still said ' Huh' okay. then he asked wach to take a picture with him. what is fair now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/332585/DSC00545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/581772/DSC00552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we're all sad about leaving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/968403/DSC00558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/803661/DSC00561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;the Helipad area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/996112/DSC00556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' Eight, Damn Big Ego Smiles : Priceless ' copied this from preen's place. its so amusing. i liked that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/468382/DSC00560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;took this picture with kenneth's friend. we actually made friends there.... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/216400/DSC00564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116870958217245458?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116870958217245458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116870958217245458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116870958217245458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116870958217245458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-back-from-cruise-went-with-big.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116775788619896346</id><published>2007-01-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:36:34.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ended work at like eleven forty five. then we ran for the last train. the announcement came across like ' please board the train &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ' so pushing. so we broke into a run. i was holding the ice cream (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cherry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;garcia's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the bestbestbest please!) and peizhi took over my bag then yi ching was tying her hair and we ran. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway iv just decided an hour ago to go to school tomorrow. just on the train at like twelve i called ben called wach called tb. and decided id go to school like six hours later. im meeeting them at six. i was totally unprepared. where the hell was my school uniform i have no idea. in the cupboard or in the old bags or whatever. then i found it, at the bottom of my cupboard. sitting in corner willing me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Please &lt;/span&gt;Iron &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cool. tomorrow sounds like a pretty fun day. and its gonna gauge if iv grown fat. if my school uniform's tight it means iv grown fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya tomorrow. fatter me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116775788619896346?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116775788619896346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116775788619896346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116775788619896346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116775788619896346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ended-work-at-like-eleven-forty-five.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116672535305478599</id><published>2006-12-21T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:22:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am.... going to China tomorrow babes! China sounds like the boring-est place evaaaa for a holiday. i bet id be going around to visit monuments,statues,mao tse tung's HHuge picture blah blah. i think you know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tour guide : zhe shi Mao tse tung de hua xiang. zai yi jiu si wu nian, mao tse tung dai ling le Da Yue Jing. ren men hen xing ku. sighs. ta men zhen de hen  xing ku. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;tour guide :yakyak... yyak.. ... yak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wach and evan have reminded me to get them souveniors. they say they dont mind if its smthg like butterfly imprints smthg or whatever china doll keychains ?? haha. somebody, i forgot who, told me to get mao tse tung's hair. hahaha. he doesnt even have hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so this whole week i dont hafta work. itsssssssss easily the best part of this whole trip. working at b&amp;j's is fun lah. but i don't like the scooping part. customers look at you while you're scooping. its soo. you've to scoop rreally fast if not they say you are slow. one even complained that the ice cream my friend made for her was ugly. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WhAt?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some customers! damn one kind i tell you! i have to complain. its like.. omg.&lt;br /&gt;this women asked me if its cos theres a promotion thats why the scoop is smaller. %&amp;%^&amp;amp;&amp;@!!!! it is more or less the same lah. and u've to say it in my face. when my boss's around. actually my boss is always around. ^*^%*$#!! its not even kind. then she went on to tell my colleague, 'by the time she scoops the fourth flavor ah, my first one has already melted.' EEE. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss schoool, Dearly!! school's still the best. somehow a teacher's scolding is not as bad as the boss's. met chlo,lynn,wach,tb,kwaihoong and evan just now. its Evan's birthday today btw! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYY :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chlo evan and i couldnt stop complaining bout work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;work suck, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116672535305478599?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116672535305478599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116672535305478599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116672535305478599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116672535305478599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116655142512984468</id><published>2006-12-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:30:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am supposed to be at jeremy and friends' chalet right now. supposed to go there after work. but i didnt even go to work! my left wrist is temporarily handicapped. i can't even dry my hair and turn on the tap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116655142512984468?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116655142512984468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116655142512984468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116655142512984468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116655142512984468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-supposed-to-be-at-jeremy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116629532206457387</id><published>2006-12-17T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:03:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! even without anybody commenting, i know the skin is lousy. haha. i mean its not lousy. its the way im using it. its superfudgely lame! ohh no. too much b&amp;amp;j's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just, rrrreallly esctatic about my off day tomorrow! like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finallly a day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv been slogging since monday. oh and btw my ' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ' wish didnt come true. i had to work today too. like Saturday.. but it felt like friday. i came home intending to watch tv. my handsome young budding pilots! (omggg.. the works of ice-cream.) then saw my dad tuning in onto Green plains, many men, and a ball... ah! soccer. Saturday night soccer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming! im wearing santa's hat during work. its sooooo. no, its VVVVery. alright, lemme put it simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its ugly..&lt;/strong&gt; it flattens my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met chlo and ben for dinner just now. we went into Crocs and saw the most hideous pair of mary-jane Eva. Eva. Eva.&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing yellow socks and trying on a pair of fu&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(far - g - lee) ,its like mos burger is mos bur-jer and burger king is bur-jer king,&lt;/strong&gt; mary jane or lookalike. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. am going to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116629532206457387?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116629532206457387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116629532206457387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116629532206457387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116629532206457387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-even-without-anybody-commenting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116602655126088214</id><published>2006-12-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:28:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day at work. my feet's aching, my back needs lubricating lah. okay. maybe its not about the standing at work, its probably due to the after-work shoppings. iv been going to work at ten and meeting the girls at five then going home at ten everyday so far. thats so much!!! i can't wait for friday! its like schoool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on morning shift this week. so iv to like rinse the cloths, wipe the dip case, clean the tables, top up the ice-cream, make waffles till like around 12 when the crowd comes in. thats when i get to serve. serving's rreally fun! its a must to greet. greet greet and greeet.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi welcome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and *smile* !! =p i made mistakes here and there like flicking the icecream the wrong way and all tht. and keep quiet during work. i can't wait to familiarise myself! you know like..... senior. haha. -.- okay. i better learn how to scoop nice balls of ice cream first. balls!!! *screams at you!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scooping requires your entire head to go into the dipcase. haha. cos you've to bend in and down and you've to be quick. and rush when theres a crowd. and you even have to make sure the ice cream you made looks anything like the one on display. kristine made one that looks kinda lopsided. haha. pictures are always deceiving. they always look so nice. like the pork chop loooks huge in the display but in actual fact its a small slab of fatty meat. okay out-of-point. but of course! our icecream is exactly like what is shown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh waffles! i spent my first morning learning how to make waffles. those batter and checkered pans kind. its rreally hot. but since we'v to mould it before it turns hard and crispy, we've to bring it down real quick. i tried using ice cream sticks to flip it down but too slow. so i ended up using my fingers and... melted the glove.... ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did things like cleaning the tables. my dad was like.&lt;br /&gt;mich: dee! i hafta clean tables you know!&lt;br /&gt;Father:' you don't even clean your house's table and u go clean theirs. ' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cleaning part is not as bad as the clearing part. you know like the rubbish on the table. spooons and tissssues and cups.... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eeeeeeeeewwwww.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, its been rrreally fun. but i still can't wait for friday! now i know why adults love fridays and hate mondayssss. mondayyyyyys.. suck. bigggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i didnt even mention where im working. i might not rmb twenty years later. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ben&amp;amp;jerry's !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. the shirt is rreally cute. like a few cows in the front. haha. bed time bed time. iv been rushing for the train these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;iday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116602655126088214?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116602655126088214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116602655126088214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116602655126088214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116602655126088214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-my-third-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116529953487935277</id><published>2006-12-05T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:27:59.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ts the fifth today, and iv been at home for the second day,which means iv been doing nothing at all for the second day since yesterday. woke up at 430 yesterday, today was better, i woke up at 130. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/280771/clock..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/200/278171/clock..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o here comes the exciting bit, or so it is to myself lah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WENT FOR THE FIRST JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;INTERVIEW OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interviews like u sit there with the interviewer and the person starts asking you questions like why do u think you should get the job. its hard to get past that. how do u give honest answers about yourself and still get the job. haha. its like u cant possibly tell them all the very good answers when you'r not that actually. ah! spell t h i c k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;el preen and i took turns. mel went first. and of course being nervous i kept looking at the pair of them, mel and the guy. then the guy had to turn and saw me looking. not once! but several several times! so i think it was bad impresssion.  it was like i was trying to listen in on them. but nooooo! i couldnt even hear a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen i was last to go. guess the first question he had to shoot me with. ' i dont think you need the interview anymore right, your friend told you everything' cos mel came back while sx was having the interview. and of course we talked. but thank goodness he was laughing and not rreally putting me off the list. plus, mel only told me like one question or so. hah. (luv you mel! she helped us get the interview..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he questions make you stop. Rreally. was just a lil bit easier than the o levels oral. at least i didnt shiver didnt cry after that didnt almost die of anxiety from waiting. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/1600/996247/interview%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 11px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1616/1549/320/424225/interview%20%281%29.jpg" width="9" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;.. very surprisingly, i got the job! woah.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck! pray that i'll not be late! chuan knows right. my bad bad habit. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116529953487935277?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116529953487935277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116529953487935277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116529953487935277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116529953487935277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-fifth-today-and-iv-been-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116239109386079139</id><published>2006-11-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:46:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell u wht. i miss &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything that has &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;othing to do with the &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;s. okay and thts about my entire sec four year. this would be my longest school year Ever. for the past nine years, i would have already been playing Uno in class by now. haha. anyway im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;days away from the 20th lah. funny how come the countdown to the exams is faster than the count down to the end of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv made up my mind. since im already sixteen now. which means iv got like friends i know from here and there in all tht sixteen years. not forgetting teachers.. im gonna &lt;strong&gt;start reading the obituaries.&lt;/strong&gt; the other day i was sitting and staring into space, this teacher came into my mind. and i realised tht after i graduate id lose alll contact with tht teacher i might not even have the chance to see her. thn wht if one day the teacher just pass away?! actually even if u are in contact with the person, the day tht the person pass away he/she wont even have the chance to inform you beforehand right? what can they do? sms you? haha. imagine the text you have to send. dear friend, im gonna die now. seeya! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think thts traumatic for your friends but if i have the time to send such a message most probably im suffering from some old age or chronic sickness. im mentally prepared and so are the people around me. thts smthg to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, wht if i just pass away suddenly?! and i mean like so sudden i dont even know i am gonna die that minute. it would be alright for me but people around are like gonna gasp and my mum's probably gonna faint. and then.. people i seldom talk to are not gonna realise that iv passed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 years later..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xx: hey woah i rmb we had so much fun together fooling around. so hows mich now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oo: -.- she passed away 10 years ago. -.-.-.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts when the obituaries come in handy. haha. save u from embarrassment and some extreme shock lah. morever i want people to come attend my funeral. then all my friends would talk about me. cos i am the point they got together. but hey say only the good stuff.  yea even if iv been bringing home your stationary by accident the entire school life. say only the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so im gonna start flipping through the obituaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116239109386079139?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116239109386079139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116239109386079139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116239109386079139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116239109386079139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/11/tell-u-wht.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116081791130771335</id><published>2006-10-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:44:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Grownupgurl1076.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/Grownupgurl1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 IVE GRADUATED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so its the end to this secondary school affair . and well the end was quite beautiful. look who's in the picture. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CLARRISA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i think this is still kinda sensitive. and no one has mentioned it outrightly yet as im doing, but if we dont do it now. when else? and in fact i find it a tad too late. but anywayyyyy. i misss clar! its like the reconcillation of the day. and was my most meaningful hug for the dayy. if you dont count norman's one that is. cos he said im the first girl he has hugged.. ever. haha! omgggggggg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea so when Father Fred said to say three things. Sorry, Thank You and uhh something else, i started feeling the stupid lump in my throat. i was sooo sure i wouldnt tear. much less cry. but you'll seee...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after everyone stood up to look for their friends, there was practically not a dry eye in the house. i first went over to lynn and tb. they saw the tears and were like haha! i thought you said you Wouldnt cry. then i told them bout what i felt bout clar. and thennnn all of us, the whole clique, walked over to clar. we didnt know exactly what we should do actually lah. just stoood around. i loooked up and saw clar crying. that did it. felt the stupid lump for the second time. then lynn and clar huggged. both of them crying. nostalgia plus the reconcillation and the you just wanna squuueeeeeeze'emhard feeling. its the typical drama scene if you wanna picture it. okay and that very moment all the girls burst into tears. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even HUA JIA MIN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the bimbo girl lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was shocked to see that she cries too. hahaha. then i went up to hug clar. phew. its over..!! guess i really missed her :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;told mr tan my opinions of him. such nice stuff said would go a long way okayy. and its just not right to graduate without telling your teachers bout themselves. yaaaa and morever mr tan looked sooo handsome that day! handsome sounds disgusting for a 30 year old teacher righttt? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC01106.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; so handsome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; taking pictures in front of the mirror en route to the lab. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hanging around in a group of nine staring at sec ones to eat faster and hope they'd go away quickly.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; captain's ball during pe. oh ya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pe! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jiamin and evangeline. seriously id misss them a lot! its this year that i started to love them lah. haha. i think i wouldnt even talk to them anymore after the Os. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looking out of class and start shrieking. ' eh prince prince!! ' 'eh your sun! hahaha' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 'hello dawn where are you? okayy meet in the music room' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ' eh fall in already!! rmb to tuck in your shirt. mich! i forgot to cut my nails! ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ' ehh tty i think i miss u lah!', when i see him in school. then he'd go ' shen jin bing' and walk away. then maybe 4 seconds later turn back to gimme a smile. haha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 'mr guei!' then start squuezing the food stuff into pockets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chuanlian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC01105.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC01100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/P1020837.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/P1020851.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/mrstansfarewell%20027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/mrstansfarewell%20027.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/mrstansfarewell%20018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/mrstansfarewell%20018.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/%20sinceritypeeps!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/%20sinceritypeeps%21.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/`xuananddmich..1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/%60xuananddmich..1.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;two sincerity! chelmin drew that for sixuan and i.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/%20daRncRaziE!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/%20daRncRaziE%21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/%20sO%20sHyy!.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/%20sO%20sHyy%21.0.png" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/twiSt!.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/twiSt%21.0.png" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha! this is soooo sec two.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/BEACHY.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/BEACHY.1.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/class"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/class%27s%20fugly%20noticeboard.%20haha.%20%282%29.3.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/commitee%202003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/commitee%202003.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116081791130771335?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116081791130771335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116081791130771335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116081791130771335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116081791130771335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-graduated-so-its-end-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116081575391641340</id><published>2006-10-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:42:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/DSC01024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; 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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- was just some mooncakes lanterns candles and lotsa pictures actually.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and to skip night study social studies...&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the mooncake was full of calorie, as wach was telling us. but i think she ate like the most ? ' eh eh eh pass me the banana one. eh pass me the coffee one' hahaha. we played the stupid handkerchief game. you know the put the handkerchief behind you and then u go catch the person game. wach was very cute lah. like i was supposed to catch her. then she stoood down there and screamed but she remained standing there. i think she forgot to run or smthg lah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116081575391641340?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116081575391641340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116081575391641340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116081575391641340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116081575391641340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-mooncake-party.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-116041060906654274</id><published>2006-10-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:16:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>know what? i rreally cannot fathom your thinking. its like the weirdest iv ever come across! we are all friends. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. either we rreally have this totally opposite view bout the word 'friend', or you are just being too 'friendly'. actually i can categorize my friends, like everyone else is able too as well. some are those you hang out with daily. some are those you dont usually talk a lot to but theres a certain bond, some are, well, hi-bye friends. and you. happen to fall under the 2nd category. seriously we dont have to talk often. i dont know how to put it across to you. its fine talking to you and not that i resist talking to you cos you fall under that category. but eh you take things tooooooo seriously. i really appreciate everything that you'v done for me.you can be a very nice friend. cept the times you go all serious lah. you know what i mean right? you say you get sick of trying. but hey not like we'd drift or anything. we'v been friends for so long anyway! maybe try to loosen up! um. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weiling's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday on saturday. i personally think ive got good acting skills. every moment of acting like i didnt know what was going on, i was thnking to myself 'omg how come i can lie so well' haha. anyway what i really wanted to say is, during photo taking i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broke my toe nail!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ee! it cracked out of the flesh. i bled and almost cried. but they were fussing over my toe more than i did myself. esp weiling and wach. i think they were freaked out or something.  hahaha. then that night at 3am i woke up due to extreme toepains!! it was like this excruciating intense pain. agonizing torturous and tearing lah. haha. rolled on the bed for bout an hour before going to my mum and to ask ' mummy how? ' so she gave me a panadol. i didnt know panadol worked for toes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy Melsa just gave me a distressed call. i mean like she was distressed and decided to give me a call. haha. so that delayed my time. and im late for the proposal i was supposed to be penning by now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-116041060906654274?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/116041060906654274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=116041060906654274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116041060906654274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/116041060906654274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/know-what-i-rreally-cannot-fathom-your.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115997868420589444</id><published>2006-10-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:46:04.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;excitement!! its coming back to me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oooomy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;god.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115997868420589444?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115997868420589444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115997868420589444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115997868420589444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115997868420589444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/10/excitement-its-coming-back-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115911041431174089</id><published>2006-09-24T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:15:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Os Os Os. 4o over dayyys away! . . . . . did u hear that?! oooomy goodness. time is ticking away. im gettting so close lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha iv got double eyelids today! the kinds you get when your eye is swollen lah.. nevertheless it was still double eyelids. and anyway the swell wasnt obvious. (it was swollen in the morning!! weiling seees all the sunday mornings ugliness can.haha) so i was basking in my eyelids... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually mr tan is vvery nice! cept that he likes to call me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;'ringssssssssssssss.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mich: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan: hello michelle im mr tan.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan: just wanted to know if you'r alright. are you feeling better? the class's a bore without your presence. your classmates miss you dearly. okay drink lotsa water please. get well soon!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;woah i was sooooo touched okayy! i felt this immense gratefulness for having sucha teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me for the consent form and parent letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115911041431174089?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115911041431174089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115911041431174089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115911041431174089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115911041431174089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/os-os-os_24.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115880751569799223</id><published>2006-09-21T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:08:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipping school aagain. for the fifth or sixth time these two terms. more than that. mel wld say ' no eh you should treasure the times u have left in school ' haha. but today she skipped too. im waiting for her to tell me where we can go later to do tyss. damn sick of s club. i would say school's interesting. but! its a vast amount of time spent and wasted. i mean this period of time when they give out papers lah and all i do in class is play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/freaked%20out%20dads..jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to have kids! and i wldnt mind the dad using socks and duct tape as diapers. thats hair removal at the same time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at dawn's place that day and we were discusssing bout' kids. this is damn controversial. like what if your unborn child is diagnosed to have down syndrome? wld we abort it or anything. or what if! the syndrome is only diagnosed after the child's borned. ahhh whenever it comes to such topics i think the 'right' answer wld be to keep it and to shower it with love.... and that it'd be selfish to murder your own baby or abandon it. but i think the child wld not be happy his/her whole life.. which is worse treatment for them can. many many downsides to it lah. like what happens when the parents die?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn says : aiyah your thinking will change when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115880751569799223?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115880751569799223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115880751569799223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115880751569799223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115880751569799223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/skipping-school-aagain.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115778910193472128</id><published>2006-09-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:56:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dawn's place is verry vintage. opium pipes, vietnam hats, the old telephone, swords? haha. very vintage lah. her house is rreally near the zoo. theres already characteristics of the zoo on her road. greenery.. and very fresh air! like brins say, its fresh air but if theres a forest fire her neighbour's chickens wld die because its so near. mmmm rrrroast chicken! haha. and its called Mandai road. so its damn near lah. theres only a bus to take out to the central but its frequency is not very frequent actually. its very sad to miss the bus. haha. no wonder dawn likes to lie to us about her whereabouts. like if we'v all already met up, then we call her and ask eh where are u. she would like ' errr. haha. errr im on the way. haha' but actually shes still very far away. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Wooot041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Wooot041.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Wooot046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/SP_A0075.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Wooot044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Wooot044.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Wooot035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Wooot035.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/SP_A0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 14px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/SP_A0071.jpg" width="200" 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/16354760-115778910193472128?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115778910193472128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115778910193472128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115778910193472128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115778910193472128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dawns-place-is-verry-vintage.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115721676872337016</id><published>2006-09-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:17:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we wouldnt notice if it wasnt so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;outright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss recesses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115721676872337016?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115721676872337016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115721676872337016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115721676872337016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115721676872337016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-wouldnt-notice-if-it-wasnt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115778502873841454</id><published>2006-09-01T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:22:50.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/P1010015.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc0000;"&gt;six eight on 1st sept!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its like im knowing these people all over again. especially norman. we're like in the same school. and we dont even talk to each other in school. now im talking to him aagain. actually im like talking to all of them every night. the usual ones like gilbert norman maohui &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( my actor friend! haha. )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;aldon xueying and the Hot waiyang. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;zhiman called this teacher a Monster and he got into some shit so our class did a peitition thing to 'save' him. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and when i was in p4 i had a crush on this ithoughtwasaverygoodlookingguybackthen person. its the omg hes coming! gets all flushed and stupid kind of crush. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115778502873841454?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115778502873841454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115778502873841454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115778502873841454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115778502873841454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/09/six-eight-on-1st-sept-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115677645786596345</id><published>2006-08-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:08:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/vicious%20cycle..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/vicious%20cycle..jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Vicious Cycle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is rreally the route iv been taking everyday. its rreally a circle. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay home go to school, go to club, go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;home ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to school, go to club, go home, go to school, go to club....&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(yayyy burn the card!! =P i wish lah bodoh. not yet. ) &lt;/span&gt;so everyday im seeing the same old brand new thing. haha. we even see the same club mates! so we'r like what, s club seven now? hahahaha. its meli wach weiling raymond's minibits $2.90 hairband brother, 'melvin' ,the dictionary guy and i. hahaha. actually we still have our lives with us ( thank god. oh im sure id be very appreciative) not exactly no life. the stupid cafe outside the s club is kinda entertaining. the flies love wach's bun. the ants love crawling up mel's hole. ass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im gonna do smthg like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;burn-book ritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after the Os. or im gonna rip the s club card into pieces. then like go laugh at the sec threes and say ' no lah the O levels is rreally easy ' seriously it eats my hair when graduates tell me its really easy and don't worry. tssssk. what don't worrry!?&amp;*()$#!^&amp;amp; im gonna say that to at least one sec 3. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think deleting tags is a portrayal of lack of bravery. i wouldnt do that. would either retort back or plainly ignore them. iv had bad tags before too lah. so its not like im saying it when i dont even have a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my friend told me he quarrelled with his mum so he locked himself in the room. because of face, hunger should wait. haha. but he was telling me hes hungry lah. anyway his mum went in to talk to him eventually. so yay he did not lose any face so he went to eat. i was thinking given my stubborn character, my child would have starved and would come out of the room whining telling me hes hungry. then he's lost. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115677645786596345?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115677645786596345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115677645786596345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115677645786596345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115677645786596345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/vicious-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115575097052222868</id><published>2006-08-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:20:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking an exam itself is not as nerve wrecking as on the day of the release of results lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an A2 for the paper and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for oral. A2 was disappointing, the distinction was a surprise. there was this oral exam 'simulation' thing in class i did with lynn. mr tan came to pat me on my back and said ' hao arh michelle ni zhe yang bu xing ah. yao jia you' -.- ah!! what bu xing?! and i only managed a merit for mye's oral. so yayyy a distinction!! and its gonna look nice on the cert. maybe my navy unit would be dispatched to china for a misssion... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the written papers. ive opted to retake it. that would be another round of compos and letter writing... why are we even doing chinese letter writing??!? okay maybe i would be bored on my ship when im in china. maybe my mates are out on a mission but i broke a limb. i could write a letter back home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are as usual lah. so dramatic. this year sees many loud events unfolding. boys boys and boys. boys!! tsktsk. see weiling's blog for 5 dont's to be less bitchy. &lt;a href="http://chocolatelust-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://chocolatelust-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. hahaha. so i listened. i got angry. everyone else got angry too actually. i did the unexpected. like messaging lynn. like haha they should know why its so shocking. so now. i think.... uh i don't know what to think. we'll see. but anyway this incident brought about this revelation, that there are rreallly many kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and some would come up with rreallly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ludicrous excuses for themselves.)&lt;/em&gt; we'll never stop meeting new friends. which means we'll never stop marvelling at the extremities of human nature. the good and the bad. haha. of course ive met the good through this incident lah. raphael can be a very nice friend who would stick with you throughout. hes like one of us girlfriends now -.- but im rreally touched even though im not the one hes helping. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115575097052222868?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115575097052222868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115575097052222868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115575097052222868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115575097052222868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/taking-exam-itself-is-not-as-nerve.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115514815816403430</id><published>2006-08-10T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:03:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/theQUEEN020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/theQUEEN020.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's National day! Her 41st! look really carefully and u'll see a painted flag on my cheek. haha. feeling patriotic this year. have been going on about it for a long time. but alright the screeening of the ndp was a little disappointing. the audience was passive. plus the fireworks were blocked by trees. and u think fireworks shoot up rreally high -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Singapore! felt so touched watching the flashbacks.. mr Rajaratnam and all. but i think the one who would rreally be touched should be the mm la. i mean imagine. u built up the country. from kampong to cbd. smelly river to not so smelly river. 5cents per bowl noodles to $2.50 per bowl and additional 50cents for ikan bilis!! i think we could have fished for a bag of ikan bilis for freee from the old smelly river la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so times have changed. haha. and its all thanks to the mm. if not for him. i think we should be living in squatters and living sordid lives. queing for 2 hours just to get some rationed water salt toothpaste rice. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiff tan we love u ! haha. all right. visited sx with helllo panda, cocktails, vitagen, a lime magazine anddddd home cooked broth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1224.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1409.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1408.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes like 2 hours to cook broth u know. so.. the stove is all hot and funny. so.. ya we'v decided to use instant ones instead. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1407.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1406.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/08-08-06_1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/08-08-06_1412.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was red&amp;white day btw. the whole clique was clad in red and white. cept tty la. okay so then we stayed at sx's house for like 4 -5 hours? ended up playing hide and seek with mathew yushuang and stanley. the places they hide. hahahahha. stanley mel tty and brins hid at those suuper inconspicous places la. sx can like totally be bending down and looking in but still miss stan. and mich walked in and out of the toilet numerous times not noticing that there was two of them inside la. tty was on the wall. literally. he climbed up. mel was squatting on the floor concealed by pails she covered herself with. she put the whole pail over her. hahaha. brins hid in the kitchen cabinet. the cabinet was small la. but i think he was enjoying inside cos when i opened the cupboard he was sitting cross legged playing his phone games or smthg. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh ya tty made me so embarrassed. we were sitting on this exercise ball trying to keep balance. but he made me fall and ya i fell off the ball. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115514815816403430?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115514815816403430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115514815816403430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115514815816403430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115514815816403430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-national-day-her-41st-look.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115461810092269233</id><published>2006-08-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:16:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i don't know how is it possible for me to talk to u like that. its so incredulous. so now u think im some tiny pitiful passe thats u'v 'ditched' ?!?!?! oh get a life. first of all. its not that. secondly. u don't possess the effing right to say that effing awful stuff about me. im sooooo &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;incensed&lt;/span&gt; by it. i don't know why but look. im rreallly fucking pissed. u go like this and that then u come back dissssing me. oh fuck. omg goodness. i dont even think it ever possibly humane of u to say that $%&amp;!!!! ^%$%**$#!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anger has simmered down. thanks to peter&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/expand;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/expand%3B.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha. Very funny, Peter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and preen and don. thanks lovelies ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115461810092269233?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115461810092269233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115461810092269233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115461810092269233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115461810092269233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-know-how-is-it-possible-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115384377806540101</id><published>2006-07-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:42:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. my class girls, &lt;em&gt;and a guy,&lt;/em&gt;  can be downright mean when it comes to gossiping. and its madness when we have&lt;br /&gt;disagreements. its a bunch of people with 'character'. not so much cool individuality la. more like a clash of temper. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tempers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but but but. when all is 'peaceful' i rreally like being with them. though it can be vvery frustrating at times la. u know how we always get on each other's nerves not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres all that ally mcbeal talk, charming talk. toilet talk. ddg,cg,zy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image012.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image024(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image024%281%29.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/DSC00774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC00774.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/DSC00759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC00759.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image039.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image006%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image006%20%282%29.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/P1020416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/P1020416.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Bonds..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Bonds..jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/DSC00786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/DSC00786.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image030.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image030.1.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/idoits..2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/idoits..2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/P10005966.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/P10005966.1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oo look at the awfully huge amount of time we spend  in front of mirrors. Os girls!! speaking of which. i think ive developed the ovelphobia. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's seated everywhere over the class. so u'd see us always walking around,shouting across and all that typical classroom nonsense that teachers can't accept. ' u think u are so cute. but let me tell u. it is so detestable and irritating. ' hahaha. thats what miss turt.. i mean, tan ( she has about 4 turtlenecks that she wears to school. sexxxxxy ;) said about us. evan and jiamin were fooling around with distilled water in the lab. they were squirting it on each other's hair -.- but it was damn funny. so weiling and i joined in the fun. ' evangeline and weiling. come over here. ive already told u...' hahaha. they were not allowed to do practical so evan put on this apologetic/sincere/demure expression and went on to whine.&lt;br /&gt;evan: miss tan =( i want to do practial.'&lt;br /&gt;miss tan: no -.- (haha! thats her expression! i swear! jiamin's fab at imitating her. hahaha. okay try saying no and at the same time forms ur face to look like that. n-.-o haha.) evan: i run here ten times u let us do practical&lt;br /&gt;miss tan: n-.-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. imagine if miss tan agrees to the running deal. u'd see two losers running in front. to and fro ten times. its like how pngie used to line us all up in front to do up-downs.  jiamin and i tried to put in some good words for our partners. so had to like ask her questions. go ' oh... i think i know the solution. uhhh miss tan *whines* look at evangeline. shes so sad. will u allow her to do the practical? ' i think u know the answer. N-.-O hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115384377806540101?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115384377806540101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115384377806540101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115384377806540101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115384377806540101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115341094597150510</id><published>2006-07-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:06:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came across this man and lady on the train. Beeeauty and the Beast. not exactly beauuty. but its the beast. hahaha. first of all. people who aren't blessed with the good looks and fine physique, ought not to allow the degeneration of themselves into something worst. surely theres something good about him. so pleaaase. he should try to accentuate the plus points. definitely not the flaws!! what i was trying hard to say is. u know. its very unfair the way everybody looks different. while some are goodlooking and definitely jaw-droppers.some fall back into other categories. like the next door neighbour of any gender look (like me -.-) or the ... imsodetestable look. but they should make the extra effort to dress up! okay this man i saw. the couple was standing and the guy was yakking away incessantly. about his tummy, and how he has slimmed down. hes plump, he has a tummy. a lil of a bucktooth, and a chubby face. so he was wearing black framed specs and it was perched on the bridge of his nose(the old uncle trying to read the newspapers kind), baggy jeans and an overstretched tshirt with the sort of collar u get when u wash it too many times. apparently, he had not put in much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady was shutting off i could see. i saw her looking interestingly at the man trying to follow up on his conversation initially. ( but she must have been thinking: who cares if u are fat?!!?!?!) gradually, the enthusiasm reduced to what was left of a mumble (mMm) and the occasional eye contact to acknowledge that she was &lt;em&gt;Still &lt;/em&gt;listening, yes. (now shes thinking in exasperation: yesyes. please go for liposuction. why is this train not moving fast enough!!!')and then. it became a polite nod. and no more eye contact. she was staring at the ground. it should be more captivating than a man who has been yakking on for 20 mins. about.. his fats. and how his friends say hes slimmed down. (isnt he going to be done yet?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean hey. couldn't he have come up with another topic? he was pointing toward his tummy gesturing for the lady to look at it. its good to be outright about matters but not his tummy!! especially if the lady is yes, a Lady, all the more he shouldnt be rude. im not talking about fat people in general. its those who don't grasp the point of presenting themselves well in front of people. and and. if u want a constructive and balanced conversation. best is if u give a chance to ur partner. people love talking about themselves. but be careful not to hog the conv. haha. i do that sometimes. ooo. i can actually feel boredom in my friend. so everyone, please know when to manoeuvre the conversation to a topic ur friend knows about. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115341094597150510?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115341094597150510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115341094597150510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115341094597150510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115341094597150510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-came-across-this-man-and-lady-on.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115303311254413094</id><published>2006-07-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:57:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what should u say? ' 2sin04 is thee ultimate captain's odd ball champion group! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so amazing and gobsmackingly unbelievable that we won. we beat all three other teams and secured my first ever ever ever ever medal. most people have got medals la. counting low cost dull plastic ones saying ' 1st in spelling test '. well ive only got trophies... no medals. but yea to add to my list of Firsts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: running out of class with a group of nine others while the teacher is....&lt;br /&gt;21: ..xxxxxhjtdjasfsf..........&lt;br /&gt;22: my first medal!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our girls did a great job and portrayed fab teamwork. with yelling and running and patting each other's backs. u know us girls haven't been that close these two years. plus we did not conduct any strategy meetings. ooh the power of love! 2sin girls love each other to bits and shreds and scrapes and pieces! mMm not that much. but u get the idea. the worst about that day was prize presentation. till now i cant fathom the reason why i see what i saw. but the medal is back. and sports day is over. lets pick our lives back from captains ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micheah's birthday surprise was full of fun and 'so scary'. hahaha. typical of band clique.. we left what was to be planned to be planned on the day of her birthday. finally came up with something during recess. hung around after remedials waiting for dawn and melissa. then trawled the mall for the materials needed. which was just some cardboard paper. cardboard paper? it just sounds right.. whatever. and micheah! i cut my delicate little adorable finger whilst choosing that lovely birthday enormous card u have now!! now now. guess whats the cake of the day?? it was...... a whole chicken from bbQ express! she has like 3 or 4 cakes she doesnt need another.. plus.. it would make good dinner for alll of us. *licks lips and gives sly smile* hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/surprise%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/surprise%20%284%29.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PIC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PIC_0112.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did thee happybirthdaymichelleweloveu video!! its splashed with all that effects.&lt;br /&gt;setting: little space outside hougang train station.&lt;br /&gt;i especially love the last part of that video. thee happybirthdaymichelleweloveu part. haha. then we sat at the prata shop. ate the prata. did the birthday poster card. ate the birthday poster card.. eh no no! we werent that hungry! we were saving our stomachs for that desmellicious chicken!! hahaha. got chased away when we were about done. but sixuan had the time to draw this bathing ball of a circle anyway. haha. its vvery cute. next.. to micheah's house! crept around the void deck, ran across the street in case she decides to like wait for us there or smthg, haha. took pictures and tried out our sparkles. ooo sparkles! the surprise was sposed to be romantic and all that. had to light up candles around us. hold up the sparkles and the birthday poster card. then start singing for her. first, val called her to talk about some moon. ' err michelle, is there full moon today? can u go see? ' haha. it was a bit of a rush but ooo! i felt love there and then when micheah came down shrieking ' so scary. so scary' loving the band clique to bits and pieces and shreds and scraps is definitely no exaggeration! btw. micheah had went on shrieking ' so scary' for about.. 29.5 times? that half time was prolly cos somebody cut her sentence and said ' aye u've said that sooo many times la' hahaha. sang the song, ate the cake, gorged on the chicken, watched the laugh rating 4 stars video twice. took pictures and went home. happy birthday michelle!! we love u! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PIC_0098.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PIC_0098.0.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PIC_0104.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PIC_0104.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PIC_0109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PIC_0109.0.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/surprise%20(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/surprise%20%282%29.1.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PIC_0113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PIC_0113.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/surprise%20(6).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/surprise%20%286%29.1.jpg" width="134" 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/16354760-115303311254413094?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303311254413094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115303311254413094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115303311254413094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115303311254413094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-should-u-say-2sin04-is-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115202795672489468</id><published>2006-07-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:51:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently im feeling like a rusty robot. u know the one in the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can u please stop farting? says:&lt;br /&gt;hey do u know the title of that novel? isit a novel? whatever. uh theres the lion and this robot and this little girl..&lt;br /&gt;can u please stop farting? says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;~leslie_michael_braberry_le_lie.........~ says:&lt;br /&gt;wizard of OZ !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so its the robot in the Wizard of Ox that needed oil to stop all that creaking. right now im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in need of muscle relief cream and ive since applied it 4 times today. well the instructions stated im sposed to apply it 2-3 times a day.Onl&lt;/span&gt;y. but no harm i guess. i would just get flaccid muscles if its rreally that effective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elastic muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours of excessive exercise and this is what i get. so much for burned fats. i can't walk a metre without wincing at least once. i woke up in the morning with a headache. then realised my shoulders ached too. and also my back, my rear, my thighs, my calfs and my left arm and left palm. why do muscle aches feel like blueblacks? i feel like a badly bruised victim, the result of combating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sucha nervous wreck last night. cos i thought i was to have the chinese O levels oral exam today. so i went to class.. anxiously reading through the notes and mentally reciting the important points to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'omg im so nervous alright!!'&lt;br /&gt;A: 'ur oral's today?!'&lt;br /&gt;'ya!!'&lt;br /&gt;B: 'no! whats ur number?'&lt;br /&gt;'xxxx'&lt;br /&gt;C: im infront of u and my oral's tomorrow! how can urs be today?!'&lt;br /&gt;'rreally ? don't make me all relieved and happy for nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;A B C : ' aiyyah ! its tomorrow larh!!!! ' * everyone starts laughing * ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt; my heart beats rreally fast and i get all cold from anxiety attacks when it comes to the release of chinese results or anything chinese and major. not that i love the language. its anything but easy when it comes to conversing with strangers with perfect mandarin without the, not occasional but frequent inputs of 'erm ' 'ya' and ' then ' plus its the O levels we'r talking about here. so im under Colossal pressure to do well. actually its stresss i give myself. but thats the worst kind of stress to bear. eh?&lt;br /&gt;lets hope that id bounce out of the hall tomorrow yelling to my girls. ' hey babes omg im gonna get the freaking distinction!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115202795672489468?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115202795672489468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115202795672489468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115202795672489468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115202795672489468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/07/currently-im-feeling-like-rusty-robot.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115012979381498828</id><published>2006-06-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:32:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wannna like shake my dad around man !! (thought strangle would sound bad) he chased me off to bathe when i was at the final stages of updating. and he freaking linked the page away to some soccer sites !! yeah too bad for me.. hes already sleeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're wasting $$ by not splurging now that its the Great Singapore Sales. its particularly frustrating cos i cant seem to convince myself its alright to spend a day out shopping, maybe bringing a book along or smthg to read while travelling. Os! i wanna strangle u. im not very bright or anything so id have to mug doubly hard to get into some jc. ohh mich knows herself.. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know shopkeepers, i thought they ought to be elated and all that when a customer buys anything. don't we just dislike those irritatable ones who slouch on chairs behind the counter, munch on apples (which is such an unpresentable sight. the sinks teeth in,distorted face-look.), talks to u while munching on that apple. who are clad in dull colored clothings and who have unkempt greasy hair. uhh. u'd realise u've just lost the urge to buy anything. esp apples!! okay this looks like im loooking at them disdainfully. but well the point is. i was thinking.. how can people ever live their lives like that ? its awful enough they are already in their mid thirties and still munching on apples behind counters.. but are they gonnna continue living life like that ?? i had better study hard,look for a dream. i dont wanna be some grouchy apple munching women behind the cashier..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115012979381498828?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115012979381498828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115012979381498828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115012979381498828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115012979381498828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wannna-like-shake-my-dad-around-man.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-115004610405411289</id><published>2006-06-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T01:29:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0090.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0090.3.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0098.1.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0096.0.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything thats worst than having friends who talk a lot(i mean, a lot!! and non-stop! esp preen!), its having friends who talk a lot and constantly nagging at you to blog a lot. preeen and mel. i wonder why they just won't let me off. ha ha ha. actually i just realised how much ive missed out on 'preserving memories'&lt;br /&gt;like the no.25 sakura meal day.&lt;br /&gt;malay dance day.&lt;br /&gt;uh not to mention, well im gonna mention it awy, Euphoria and sentosa day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i wannna expresss my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;undying&lt;/span&gt; love for mel! could anyone not love her ?! we had some disagreements.. and the next day she planned to meet me early just to apologize ? she had another plan as well. which was to ambush me at my void deck. like 'surprise !!' hur hur. mel, that would be sooo lovely of u but. you are not my boyfriend. stop coming up with such boyfriend-wanna-appease-girlfriend plots. i wouldnt for a second fall for u -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0094.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="33" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0114.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/glee%20idiots..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/glee%20idiots..jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/IMG_0025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/IMG_0025.0.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. some alienated hand,legs&amp; fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i misss Euphoria. cept i dont like having spotlights shone on me !!when its not supposed to. think about it. this huge beam of light, albeit lousy, shining on you( you are standing at attention,forced to be in between this verticallyblessed girl and shortforaguy but stilltallerthanmeguy.) when everyone's filing in and waiting impatiently for the concert to begin. the audience glance around. this group of shiny red people right in front. we were nervous. so i was making weird facial expressions, trying to keep a straight face but was actually talking to dawn, struggling to contain smiles blah blah. true, the light was strong but it wasnt strong enough to hit me in the cocoa head that though i cant see anybody.. people can see me. at least raph who was right at the back saw me, which was like despite my height and that i was on levelled ground ! yike im getting better at accepting the fact that my grandchildren would have sucha short grandmother. gees -.-&lt;br /&gt;then we performed and haha before long it was over. it was so surreal im wondering if it really did happen at alll. barbie girl was ahh!! i had lotsa fun!! nice speed, credit to tty. then the barbie dance girls.. fake smiles plastered on their faces la can see. haha. preeen looked like some little lollipop girl.(note to self : praise her again somewhere later in this entry. haha )i love wach's bigggg hair. so explosive and marilyn and sexxaye whatever. lol.oh and it was the first time we were excited about bowing. hahaha. like really thrilled and all. but the heart beating/racing/thumping/jumping/bobbing effect throughout the concert still paled in comparison to the exhilarating fanfare moment two years back in harmony II. the fanfare moment was whoa. really makes u wanna cry after going offstage. maybe it was experience and yea the bad feelings.. Euphoria wasnt as thrilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0082.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0082.1.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/hard%20gay%20fooo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/hard%20gay%20fooo..jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/Image005.0.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0123.0.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ! i love the makeup hairdo and picture taking buzz. we were like fussing here and there. haha. thank god there were seniors like gracia allison sarah around, we had the good charlotte playing barbie girl kinda gig. hahaha. but look carefully and u would notice brins's eye makeup was horribly done. totally off the line of his eyes. looked more like an effort to emphasize on dark rings and all that. but then again... tty played a part in brin's make up.what do u think. hahaha. two guys sitting crossed legged on the floor,face to face. with one holding the eyeliner like some chinese brush swiping here and there like brins was a piece of art. by art i meant messsy and blotchy. and the other closed eye praying they didnt look too gay and that he would hopefully look alright. unfortunately, his prayers didnt come true. they looked soooo gay and he looked like a piece of chinese art gone wrong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0137.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0137.1.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0131.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0131.0.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/glee%20idiots..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/glee%20idiots..0.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/theeefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/theeefamily.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so when we were keeping our instruments.. it dawned on me that i wont be going to that cupboard, quite patiently waiting for the person in front to be done with taking whatever stuff, then take out My 22806, ready to go wash the mouthpiece. and talking about this. i realised the sewing of bands for the members before the concert was my last official job as a uic !! 3 years... ive learnt to sew, learnt to bargain for cheaper prices for the benefits of the band members. we were on this maths question and Gary asked if i did business before and i proudly answered yes of course im the uic and ive been buying and selling stuff for three years, so to assure him i know the difference between selling price and cost price. also ive learnt that no matter how nicely u pack the uic cupboard today its gonna be ruined the next. so when i get reprimanded for the messiness, well i wouldnt really tell them that reason awy.. uh so yeah just nod and say 'okay i will pack it' haha. baybeh and i went back last friday. and when he wanted a pair of scissors, some stickers and a pen, i stood up and ran over to the uic cupboard. ' aye i have it' then he reminded me. ' thats still your cupboard meh? ' hahaha. yeah was i supposed to open it ? but that pen was mine la !!#$%!~ alamak. time fliesss. this phrase is btw, so passe. erm.. time waits for no man ? time.. time flies la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0084.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0084.2.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0088.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0088.1.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0162.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0162.0.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0188.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0188.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised UICs have been small since grace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooohh ! the parade was aaaaa blast! i replayed the video countless times like mel predicted i would. haha. the march out was impressive. lets be honest. it was iiiimpressivo !! and it takes the last time we'd be playing March Together to make me realise what a nice piece it is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love being a band member !! mr tan sure knows how to instill pride in us. he said we are special. people do footdrill, people sing people dance. but how many people in school plays an oboe. to be exact.. 2. and 10 plays the trumpet. and im one of them. and dawn and brins and xuelin and hanyong and ekfang and haoguang and mayuri and munyeee and winson and jessamine ! we. play. the. trumpet :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/trumpet%20section%202003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/trumpet%20section%202003.1.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/CIMG0033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/CIMG0033.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/IMG_0003a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/IMG_0003a.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 1.. sec 2.. sec 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i remember that im supposed to praise that petulant child tansixuaN. u know everyone loves big beary hugss ! esp on those 'last performance', ' ooh im so nervous now', ' hey we may drift' kinda days.. well hugging sx may not exactly be beary considering her almost fats-lesss body.. but oooo i love her! u know like reallly sqquuuueezeee. haha. but aye wach's one wasss sooo beary. lol. mel's was like. uh her height was just nice for me. hah. baybeh's one was like ' ayeee we did well!! and we're gonna drift la!! then**sqquuuezee** haha. xuelin's.. uh needless to say okay. its like hugging myself. so small. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0139.0.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/glee%20idiots..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/glee%20idiots..0.jpg" width="4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/stick%20thin%20hugs..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/stick%20thin%20hugs..0.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0120.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PHOT0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PHOT0135.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i'll miss u band life !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-115004610405411289?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/115004610405411289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=115004610405411289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115004610405411289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/115004610405411289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-anything-thats-worst-than-having.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114950407263615792</id><published>2006-06-05T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:41:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agree that people mature as they grow ? they become more rational. they think before they act. but i just wish im not so wimpy in my thoughts. wish i was just a sec one or two with impulsive acts raring to go. that way i would be able to let out the frustrations. i can picture myself walking up to u. give a sneer and slap u shocking. then u'd be speechless. thats when i would walk away feeling smug. loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; disgusting. thank god who gave me brains bigger than cocoa beans. maybe its just unfair He gave u brains like cocoa beans -.- yokel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114950407263615792?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114950407263615792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114950407263615792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114950407263615792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114950407263615792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/agree-that-people-mature-as-they-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114917361482482533</id><published>2006-06-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:57:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/bitches%20&amp;%20bimbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/bitches%20%26%20bimbos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; this is so unrelated. but lynn looks funny right? hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come on barbie, lets go party. ah ah ah yeah&lt;/span&gt;. tomorrow's the Euphoria concert. no, i dont feel a thing yet. no butterflies, no sleepless night. i don't think id feel anything at all. considering the load of bad feelings we lugged along through band practices, feeling nothing at all is perfectly alright. its just good enough that im not dreading it. and its because i saw the 'red carpet' in the hall. it gives thrill. like whoa. cept that the carpet's really blue actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that we're left alone, i feel like we're a guest band instead of one of the school's cca. haha. we're doing smthg like a gig. the ensemble with the drumset and dancers. just the few of us. and nobody's really there to represent us. we were mostly left to do things on our own and the teachers requested for so much. even when ' our instructor says.. ' was brought up ( thats like supposed to scare them off.) they didnt bother. they are encroaching into our rights as a band man. they are making decisions for us. just cuz we're 'vulnerable' now. get lost. especially you ! scrawny teacher. blooody hell you, band teacher in charge my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tansixuan. shes still the best la right baybeh ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114917361482482533?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114917361482482533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114917361482482533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114917361482482533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114917361482482533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-so-unrelated.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114805114776628155</id><published>2006-05-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:42:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i opened my cupboard and realised ive three yellow band tees. xxS. xS and M. xxS for sec one. xS and M for sec two. and this four years in school, ive also got myself 2 size 34 blouses. 2 size 36 blouses. and 2 size 38 blouses. 2 size 26 skirts and 2 size 28 skirts. lets not shock you more with my 'collection' of pe tees. haha. of course 2 for each size because i would have to change and a size for each year. but did i really grow that much ? No. it was just the big tee trend. alamak, disgusting. and awy im back to the size 36. so size 38s were a waste of money. sometimes we do things just for the sake of it and gawk at our own stupidity after years. okay, My stupidity. like when i was in primary school, once there was this net hairband trend. everybody was buying it. so of course i was like everyone else. ' mummy i wanna buy ' so ive two of it at home. hahaha. was it even nice ? No,duh. it was practically awful. but i guess its just trend. maybe everyone would dislike limegreen,purple,orange blah blah two seasons later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band's amazingly fun today. i mean we havent had such high morale for a long long time. i think credit goes to the gimmick and tty's sexxaye inpersonation of a sexxaye banana. he reminds me of bananas in pyjamas B1 or B2. (B1 &amp;amp; B2 looks the same!!) haha. we cheered and laughed. wheee. these are times when i love the band. actually the fun came from making mistakes. we havent made mistakes and laughed at ourselves since orientation practice. everything's carried out at maglev speed. like ' quick we've no time, orientation is in a weeks' time' then after that. would be ' hurry think! barbie girl's coming. we must win!' then it was ' guys,you better buck up. you have no more time and what do you wanna get. - DISTINCTION!' we hadnt stopped for anything. but today. the band blundered. and it was funny. totally like mockingbirds. hahahaha. the barbiegirls had fun running from practice to practice. we even danced our way down in the midst of indoor practice. brins and i were baybehs today eh baybeh ? carrying the drumset proved to slow down even coolmuscles brins and babe mich. we had fun turning around la and making tribal music. haha. the funniest was after band has ended. the few of us stayed back to look after the untended music room. ended up having a dance class of different genres. ballet, hiphop and what do you call that punchingtheair kinda dance dawn ? haha. really really fun. band can still be fun afterall =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114805114776628155?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114805114776628155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114805114776628155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114805114776628155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114805114776628155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-opened-my-cupboard-and-realised-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114779359539328062</id><published>2006-05-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:45:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/agm%20007.0.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/agm%20008.0.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/agm%20010.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/agm%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 16px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/agm%20008.0.jpg" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;omg tom cruise! heres all the reasons why you should watch MI:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i mean its fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;first of all. tom cruise is sucha hunk. hes an amazing bod. ive never thought of tom cruise as goodlooking. till today.. till MI. okay im shallow. 'look at the effects look at the plot !' yaya to do justice to a good plot to good computer effects.. we need the actor who has the X factor. Tom Cruise. this is an action packed movie! we need a hunk with a good body with looks to kill. imagine uhh (anyone stout and balding) running around, being held captive and struggling. i mean hes goodlooking and hes in distress. the impact to the audience is there you see. say,fat and balding -- who cares. haha so yeah my temperature is running today!! the tom cruise fever sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly. like what wach said. theres no need to buy snacks. my heart was practically racing throughout the whole movie. cmon la. theres no time for some stupid popcorn, salted or sweet -.- so yeah we saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least... uh its just awesome. i thought Poseidon was thrilling. until i watched MI. so if you watched MI first.. serious, Poseidon is just no kick. prolly you can give it a miss or smthg. haha. oh and uh wach thought she had spotted Adrian pang. Adrian pang in hollywood catching some tennis balls ? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Agm's finally over. you sit at the seats and everything just floods back to you. you were only in sec one.then you spent days and days fretting over band. most of the fun you've had, you found them in band. your best friends are in band. the pride you've had being a band member. the responsiblities you've had to shoulder. then finally.. everything's coming to an end. ahh. this just brings tears. awy just. trumpet section!my section! we've 'fallen' again. haha. i think its just a phase the people have to go through every four years. but aye combining with another section aint bloody glamourous okay. not that jackson isnt good. but we ought to HAVE OUR OWN SL. maybe if i could have more time.. i would try and do a better job. bloody hell. isnt it a tad tooo late!? uhhhh. oh but i think Sls are irritating people = me. they try to contact you when you intend to skip band. they make you repeat the same bar over and over again. they call you when you're still sleeping on a saturday morning and shriek ' still sleeping!? come for band now quick !! mr tan is here already!! ' or ' you think you're sick again ? i'll mention you in the sl record book! come now !@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:now!#&amp;amp;*$@."&gt;'&lt;/a&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracia! i was touched by your including me in your speech. haha. yeah i didnt really like you last time. in fact i really disliked you. you picked on me to criticize even though im right at the back. my hair my attire my everything. ya im the Uic.. but still aye! im right at the back la. dont say that you just happened to point towards me. thats balderdash la kay. haha. so awy i realised this year that you're really really nice. i even find myself asking people your whereabouts after band so as to ask you along for dinner. hey big change can. haha. love u gracia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx actually cried. haha. (was just talking to her. feel like giving her a huggge hug! this entry brings back much stuff like ive said. and im listening to blue ridge saga!! wth its too much!! god,im about to succeed man preeen. hah) yeah back to the point. she cried. she didnt even say much awy. was basically tearing most of the time. look look look. she loves the band so much. yeah we had lotsa fun in sec two, in band. commitee and camps and all the gifts we always had to prepare. cheesed, this is too much. uhh. digressing abit.. sometimes i think im like a big sister to her. (haha) sometimes shes like one to me. i dont know. it just feels that way. hah! okay i love u preeeen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114779359539328062?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114779359539328062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114779359539328062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114779359539328062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114779359539328062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-tom-cruise-heres-all-reasons-why.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114767310786398156</id><published>2006-05-15T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:08:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its sooo very seldom that i even remember we took home any forms. let alone remember to take them out for daddy to sign. and i remembered yesterday! i took them out before bath, gave them to daddy. three forms altogether. he gave them back to me after my bath. okay it was my fault that i didnt check lar. but hey i gave them to him so he could read ! obviously he didnt !! actually i saw that he didnt sign one of the forms. but i told myself to give it to him the next morning. what was very unfortunate was i had cramps in the morning. skipped school. and therefore missed the chance to pass it to him. so just five mins ago.. some unknown number flashed on my phone screen. ' hello.' 'hello' (what a familiar voice, mused to myself) alamak its my form. so i lied through my teeth saying yeah i AM sick. i would have to hand in three forms by today or by nine freaking a.m tomorrow. (wait,three forms? i thought there were only 2??)i dont have school tomorrow mind you. initially i was still thinking yea i could hand in the forms later. thats when it hit me. i thought there were only 2 forms. my dad forgot to sign one. now there were three forms ! my didnt sign two of them. shit. ive to go to school by nine freaking a.m tomorrow. talk about sleeping in on a holiday. whoo oo. -- Gone. plus the school uniform shit. plus the tying of hair and making sure it looks okay. of course i cant go out of the house looking awful even if the school's just a 6 mins walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuanlian has been msging me my grades this whole morning. i scored shit. i wonder why. hell. i did study. have only an A1. which is for chinese. why is it that i excel in something so meaningless ? what about my maths ? talking about maths. to hell with amaths. despite all the efforts.. i get shit. beware you the fiend- amaths.. im gonna drop you soon enough, trample on you like some unkempt grass on a piece of wasteland. bring kids to you for their evacuation plans. so they'll get bored and a thousand people would start plucking you off. even mr guei wouldnt be able to save you. then say byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. go search for my school skirt in this little house. where could my skirt be ?!#$^*? one of the reasons why i skipped school today was cos i couldnt find my sch skirt. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114767310786398156?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114767310786398156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114767310786398156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114767310786398156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114767310786398156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-sooo-very-seldom-that-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114693973104082164</id><published>2006-05-07T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:47:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/05-05-06_2013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/05-05-06_2013.1.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/05-05-06_2000.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/05-05-06_2000.1.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/05-05-06_1959.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/05-05-06_1959.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we love u dawn! its almighty dawn's 16th birthday! okay it wasnt anything glam or big we did for her. but it was really fun yesterday. dawn, if you might want to know, we actually started planning since um three weeks ago ? (dawn : are you sure ) yeah okay *grudgingly admits* real planning was only done the night before and during the break yesterday oh and in the morning before assembly.. lol. we talked and discussed and added everybody in msn. but like alamak. not constructive can. all the digressing. what did we ended up talking about ? -toothpastes -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the plan was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hey! tty ni gen dawn qu town. then wo men meet ni men. and say ' ze mo qiao, wo men zhua dao le' ahahahas&lt;br /&gt;-tty ni song ta hui jia. then wo men zai lou xia sing happy birthday song for her.&lt;br /&gt;- use public phones to prank call her. for example, say all the creepy stuff like The Rose Is On The Table.so awy yar. ahahas. our plans. we ditched the prank call thing. it doesnt lead to anything and doesnt contribute to the surprise. like so what if she knows it was us ? funny ? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real thing was. we waited for her to be home, guihao was the spy :)) took a bus there, went to buy food. the ntuc auntie gave tty a lighter (for the cake) cos hes cool. ahahas. stayed at 7-11 for like 3000 mins before deciding on what to buy. really just some chips and drinks. tty said we were more like preparing for our own party then on the way to celebrate dawn's birthday. ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked walked walked. melis: hey she can see us from her window! us : shit ( all hid behind pillars) someone : aiyah why would she be standing at her window. sx : ya you mean you like standing at your window ? (that was a meaningless sentence btw. ahahahaha) tty : ey she just opened her window! us : ahh ! (started running to get out of sight) then we took out the cake and went to the area just in front of her window. us : 1 2 3 DAWN ! *inserts happy birthday song* as usual lar. another shocked girl. went up to her house. dash and giant are huge! freaked me out. i don't like dogs to lick. and practically every dog licks. actually i'm okay if i hang around them long enough, id warm up to them like dare to stroke it and all. but i don't usually spend my time hanging out with dogs. really see no point in doing so cos they lick. then we played the piano, the guitar, uno stackos, the car game watched mr bean... till it was time to go for dinner! now now, heres the highlight of the day ! forget about dinner. lets just say it was nice. Riverside Indonesian Restaurant. the chilli's perfect! tty liked the balachan. he asked for it like 7 times! no kid! ahahahas. what was reallly realllly nice happened after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fountain !! there was this fountain alike the one at bugis, cept bigger and nicer, with special lightings overhead. i saw dawn waving to us to walk faster. freaking beautiful okay. we walked through. got sprinkled wet. shrieked a little, laughed alot. then aye take pictures. *posed abit* then alamak our shoes got totally wet. then let it be lar. we just stepped around. sixuan : put down the bags lar. *means we're really getting ready to play* dawn stepped on this streak of water and pssfft! her whole skirt got soaked. ahahaha. then she kept edging us to try. 'aye mich you step on that. sixuan,that one.' but! the fountain stopped working suddenly. i think theres a timing. so we walked around. sixuan: 'later the water sshho..' PFFSST! the water just shot up and i was standing on one of the holes. got soaked. from then we just went wild. jumping through the streaks and everything. ahahahah. i so love that fountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114693973104082164?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114693973104082164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114693973104082164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114693973104082164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114693973104082164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-love-u-dawn-its-almighty-dawns-16th_07.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114587920615858690</id><published>2006-04-24T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:20:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/P1020457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/P1020457.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assessment's finally over! to be happy ? or not to be ? i mean look, days without band = more days dedicated to studying ( if we really study that is,wach somehow managed to stray from her books even though she went to study alone. distracted by ? um.. old chang kee currypuffs and bubble tea pearls. food again!! okay and more time for other friends. dear melissa would be more than glad to agree to that. 'yesyes!!' ahahas. oh and having to struggle to ooze time out from our busylikeabee schedule, when all we had to do to meet up last time was say ' ohh band again... '&lt;br /&gt;so yeah merit. when they said certificate of... i could almost hear all of us take a deep deep breathe. like wth shit. cop ??! '...merit' phew. forget about the results.. the whole day felt so surreal. i couldnt actually believe i was there preparing to go march on tthat field. couldnt believe i was sitting at the grandstand in my uniform,with my band,watching the other champion bands. i wouldnt say i felt like a loser but boy, do we wish we were from that band -.- (that was supposed to be kept a secret) and like when we were on the field with chin ups (that im sure strained my neck muscles a good 50 times more than they had ever been strained the whole 15 going on 16 years of my life) i felt like i was in a dream. the dazzling image of a few thousands of screaming people right in front of you,i cant help but fantasize. like 'Holy Innocents' Military Band.. Certificate Of Distinction!' then all the people from our school start jumping in euphoria just for Us. whoa that was for the first ten mins we stood there. then i started feeling sleepy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114587920615858690?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114587920615858690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114587920615858690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114587920615858690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114587920615858690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/04/assessments-finally-over-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114311567736167803</id><published>2006-03-23T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:07:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saved the draft of this supposedtoappear long long ago entry,which didnt get published in the end obviously.---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont you all find it weird to have a boyfriend thinner than you ? i mean its like when you're out with him. its as though theres a board hanging around your neck saying ' i ate his share of dinner' and i mean those really plump girls and really thin guys. i guess thats what opposites attract means :/ plus theres no sense of security . is he gonna save you from trouble. please like if someone splashes water at you, his size is only enough to cover your ohsohuge tummy, you're still gonna get a cold. and look, imagine you're about to get hot and kisss. you look at your boyfriend. argh, you're almost towering over him and your face is twice the size of his then when you're about to sneeeze, you open your mouth widddde and realise the width of your mouth spans over well, a little less than the radius of his face(thats comforting to know, but which is already so huge!!).not to forget that when you eventually sneeze, the saliva goes all to the boyfriend. this is already so disgusting if its a guy, but you're a girl!! i think the moment would be gone. hahAHha.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mdm woo_tai_kum said i was a good girl today.. like haha. i thought i was the laziest girl around. anyone can testify to that statement. look at my desk,my bag,my homework,everything. (i see a few heads nodding now. ' i'm surprised mich realised her flaws, i'm always packing her table for her but shes always messing it up again!') of course of course, thats not all to the statement, she added 'so i don't want you not to hand in your work' which means, i didnt hand in my work :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do finally realise that my Os is in a few months time blah blah. i recall that this must be the 5963th time i must be saying this since i blogged. hah hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i managed to squeeze into the Top 50 for cross-country. yay my poor lungs. but rest assure i would allow you ample rest in the future. like maybe stop breathing so you don't have to work so hard. but does it matter. look at the assessment practice, it just kills my lungs 3 times over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114311567736167803?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114311567736167803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114311567736167803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114311567736167803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114311567736167803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-you-all-find-it-weird-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114173951170241161</id><published>2006-03-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:58:36.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;chinese mock. what a mock lar. wait till its the real paper and i'll freak. guranteed. brins loves &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (beans) ahahahahs. he told us, ' wah its damn easy, this time sure can pass' then we realised, he got totally out of point. zi ma lu dou de shi means trivial matters. but he went to write that the neighbours quarrelled becos the son went to make a maracas out of dou. hahahahaha. laugh my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;okay guys, i finally stepped out of hougang the other day. walked from ps to suntec. gave up halfway through, enjoyed at the damn weirdo seats at coffee bean. copyright of melis: the seats were like that /_ . HAHAHA. kept edging them to take pictures with me. stopped at CHIJMES. there was nothing nice about it. we just stopped somewhere beside the road. and we posed... me : 1..2..thrr! brins : A LOT OF PEOPLE LOOKING AT US LAR. ahahas. it was red light and all the drivers were staring. lol. went to esplanade. bought the damnactcutetobeholdingit &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; candy floss. was shared among the three of us. then you know first time you pluck it its dry and fluffy. then after you put your fingers in your mouth, lick it and go mm 'quite nice lar'. you realise your fingers are wet with saliva. but what else ? so you just continue eating. and it means the candy floss is getting stickier and stickier. under the beautiful lightings at esplanade, all that you can see on your poor shrinking floss are shiny jewel-like bits glittering. (yikes,those are saliva, mind you) melis made a wise choice just then to pass the disgusting floss to brins. i dont know if its air or is it the enzymes that are present in our saliva, but the candy floss began to shrink. all of us were lauughing and laughing at the gross state of the floss and suddenly. eh it became 3 times smaller. polar bear--&gt; panda bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;---&gt; yupi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;bear. hahaha. sixuan's gonna show me this face -.- anyhow. just know that it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;shrank,whatever the case. phototaking part II at the merlion failed too. in the end, really nothing was taken. damnit brins! i wana take pictures the next time round !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114173951170241161?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114173951170241161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114173951170241161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114173951170241161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114173951170241161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinese-mock.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114097163393632584</id><published>2006-02-26T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:45:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ive no life lar. havent stepped out of hougang the entire week cept' today -- serangoon. (for tuition,ugh) i tell you, next week's gonna be the same. save me save me. cooped up in my own little miserable town. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive got five upcoming tests. bless me. really, im supposed to be analysing stalin and his plans now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahas ! weiling made me realise what the teacher really looks like la. HINT : people always like to rear them,let them crawl. theyrr so insignificant that we can forget to feed them for a week sometimes. its amusing to see them on their shells....when we were younger. okokok,im cruel. but yesyes. she looks like a tortoise. the way her neck strains when she speaks. the veins and muscles and all those artilleries. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114097163393632584?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114097163393632584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114097163393632584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114097163393632584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114097163393632584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-no-life-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114044872194417382</id><published>2006-02-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:29:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're stepping down in april. thats almost unbelieveable. i mean, can you believe it ? we've been in band for three full years. dawn wach and i were sitting at the interchange, chit chatting away. the thing is, i wouldnt even be sitting there with dawn and wach had it not been for band. i would probably be agreeing with the others about how dawn is a gentle and softspoken girl instead of exclaiming with disbelief. like, ' why the hell do you get that idea. dawn is actually someone who does stupid things, crack lousy jokes which will trigger laughter. either the joke is really funny and you laugh or its so lousy  that you have to stare at her and wonder what made her say that. then laugh cos you're feeling helpless and silly, thinking, whys she my friend ? and. its usually the latter,people. (i have no idea why. must be her face) ahas! and maybe ignorantly listen to the rumours of wach liking whoever, instead of helping her clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i dont know what im driving at. but we all know,really we do,(right?haha) no matter how tough band had been, or the many times we've complained about it, we still love band and given a choice, we may not want to step down. be fair, when thinking of the incessant scoldings, think of the fun band has given us. i foreseee many of us sec fours and fives crying on AGM, like any other batches. because its on that day that we  realise we're officially not in band anymore. no more the routine of going to the band room after school on mondays wednesdays and fridays. no more sense of belonging to the band,and to your section. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cos afterall, we've officially graduated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (no! not yet la ! please read !) i will miss walking to the band store, putting my bag in my section's cupboard,taking my instrument blah blah blah.rmb when we were in sec one, we were helpless and not sure where to go. im familiar now and am pleased with the sense of superiority. dont strip me of that ! imagine going to a Jc or Poly where i'll be called a freshie. -.- (nice music, just the right one for this entry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i really want to say is. please treasure the times you have in this band. its a family unlike anything else.&lt;br /&gt;i realise im starting to sound like...... &lt;em&gt;gracia&lt;/em&gt;! hahaha. so enough, before i get pooh-ed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers are backsides la. everybody else is talking,why must they pick on me ! dont tell me they are picking on someone their size. btw they, are miss tan and miss kok. you know, small and scrawny. one looks like a church mouse, the other, a cat ? a cat from those cheena cartoons with exaggerated whiskers, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114044872194417382?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114044872194417382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114044872194417382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114044872194417382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114044872194417382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/02/were-stepping-down-in-april.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-114001712526977449</id><published>2006-02-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:41:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday dear dear melis ! : B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawn brins wach and i arent as lucky as her.our birthdays are like during the midyears and prelims.dawn and wach's ones are smack right in the middle of the the exam schedule.mine's one day after the last paper.but hay im not at all fortunate.cos my 'dear' friends want to celebrate my birthday with pandan cakes and bring me for a day trip to a pandan cake confectionery ! mm interesting. thanks arh you lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any anyway, gave melis a surprise on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;made her go home alone on friday.&lt;br /&gt;went to qd's house to bake her cake.&lt;br /&gt;video-ed down the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;went to her house at 7.30am on sat.(shes not supposed to know we're at her place till we wake her up )&lt;br /&gt;fooled around and ordered macdonald.&lt;br /&gt;val and i cursed the delivery man like shit.&lt;br /&gt;he pressed the friggin doorbell.tttwwwiiiccce. ( thats more than enough to wake a pig up ! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read: melis is worse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;than a pig. cos she didnt wake up&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;tricked her into coming down. &lt;br /&gt;she was soooo surprised! *squeals. (not me.melis la.)&lt;br /&gt;ate a whole chunk of food. hashbrown, Lays. our delectable cake topped with gummy bears,icing and M&amp;amp;Ms. pretty :))&lt;br /&gt;yeah happy brithday melissa !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-114001712526977449?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/114001712526977449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=114001712526977449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114001712526977449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/114001712526977449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-dear-dear-melis-b-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113911252243319703</id><published>2006-02-05T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:09:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;tty"s birthday! happy birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;i bet he was touched. and he is.&lt;br /&gt;he even gave a 'speech' that made all of us, well, touched too.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;tty is one who wouldnt show how he feels, i mean, if he love his friends, he didnt quite show it.&lt;br /&gt;and the 'speech' went..&lt;br /&gt;gen ni men,hen hao wan.&lt;br /&gt;hen gao xing ren shi ni men.&lt;br /&gt;lol. and because tty is a person who doesnt express himself, all the more it seems sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan was -- dawn val preen and wach left first to get the cake. then when we reach macs,mich melis brins tty and i, we had pretend that it was such a coincidence to bump into them in hougang mall. (so fake la. ' EHHH, i thought you all went home alrdy,whoa so coincidental '.) no wonder tty exposed us.haha. awy they told us that they havent got the cake. we were fooled too i tell you. mich even got her wallet out, ready to go get the cake. haha. then ! i heard some voice, ' may i know whos tee yong ? ' omg ! he, was like an angel appearing at the bleak of times, donned in a shimmery white gown perfected with a brilliant halo above his head. wake up mich !!** hahaha. okay la hes a bespectacled, scrawny macdonalds' manager with tty's birthday cake on his hand. whoa la surprise man. haha. tty must have loved his birthday though it was just smthg simple : B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;theres a craze for this new game. mmmmm hanky panky pregant mama game. hahaha. taught by dawn. wach's is five months pregnant. she cant wait to give birth and doesnt mind if they are born so prematurely at six months. it doesnt matter too if they die after that, she just wants to give birth. lol. tty and brins are both one month pregnant. qd is a ****** ! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what. ting preen and i have never had a picture taken together before. shakes head*. then wach and i quarrelled today over some stupid paper. what happens when the stubborn meets the obstinate. but nah la. we're alright.i dont blame her, shes just a kid. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113911252243319703?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113911252243319703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113911252243319703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113911252243319703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113911252243319703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ttys-birthday-happy-birthday-d-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113828914859439661</id><published>2006-01-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:50:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I STAYED HOME TODAY. BECAUSE I WAS SICK. NO, IM STILL SICK. I BET CHUANLIAN,MEL,WACH,LYNN THOSE PEOPLE THOUGHT THAT I WAS JUST SKIPPING SCHOOL. BECAUSE I WAS CONTEMPLATING SKIPPING SCHOOL YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;OPENLY.&lt;br /&gt;AWY IM NOT GNA LAMENT ON WHY I DIDNT TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. IM JUST GRATEFUL THAT IT WAS TODAY AND NOT YESTERDAY. I WOULDNT WNA MISS THE GAMES DAY. AND THERE WAS CRAMPS TODAY. IF I HADNT BEEN SICK TODAY, I WOULD HAVE GONE TO SCHOOL. IMAGINE HAVING TO SIT THROUGH EIGHT HOURS OF CLASS WHINING. IM SURE I WILL NOT BE THE ONLY ONE SUFFERING,MY FRIENDS AS WELL. I KNOW IM ABIT OF A WHINNER, COMPARABLE TO WEILING. THATS WHAT WACH SAYS. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD FUN PLAYING BASKETBALL THAT DAY. BRINS EMMANUEL AND I vs TTY MICHEAH MEL. AT FIRST I WAS THE HYPOCRITE. HAHAHA. I COULD HELP BOTH TEAMS. BUT THERE WAS NO SENSE OF BELONGING LAR. SEE SEE SEE. DONT BE HYPOCRITES,PEOPLE. WHEN GUYS PLAY BASKETBALL,ITS COOL&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(not really.its only said to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;contrast my next sentence)&lt;/span&gt; WHEN GIRLS PLAY, ESP IF THE GIRLS DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY, IT LOOKED MORE LIKE A CAT FIGHT. WE SCREAMED AND LAUGH SOOO HARD. I WAS THE TOP SCORER OF THE DAY. WHO SAID HEIGHT MATTERED AWY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS GAMES' DAY. PLAYED THAT &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BLOW WIND*&lt;/span&gt; GAME. WHEN THEY 'BLEW' THE TALL PEOPLE, I STOOD UP AND RUN. HAHA. AFTER 3 YEARS IN BAND, I FEEL MUCH MORE COMFORTABLE VOICING OUT. AS JUNIORS, IT USED TO BE THE SENIORS JOKING, AND US, LAUGHING. NOW WE'RE SENIORS! BE PATIENT PEOPLE, YOUR TIME WILL COME.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay im supposed to be sick. and i really am. which means i shouldnt be so happily and elatedly gabbling about the fun i had. so shut up and smile. HEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113828914859439661?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113828914859439661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113828914859439661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113828914859439661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113828914859439661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-stayed-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113802257747529094</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:25:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling so empty.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like my world isnt complete.&lt;br /&gt;Come on babe,gimme some life.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh. im not a sec one yelling for KORKORS to have lunch with me. **pukes out some undigested hawaiian pizza.oops and a piece of chewed pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Just, tsktsk. what a life man.&lt;br /&gt;siggghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;kind of depressing year.&lt;br /&gt;i should be passing every subject by now.but that doesnt seem to be the case. and being a procrastinator. which means a bum who always says ' tmr lar, later then hand in lar' DOES IT HELP !! bends head down, smiles shamefully and say nooo.** i bet thats what you do too. come on wake uppp ! okay maybe not. everyone is probably ready for their Os now. oooh im trying to catch uuuppp. wait wait !!&lt;br /&gt;but! that teacher brought me back to my sensesss. like a cup of sprite splashed onto my face. whooo. its not a fairytale ending that everyone hopes to have. teachers always try to encourage us by saying. ' you can do it, everbody can do it if you work hard' according to that teacher. this is balderdash.like crap you know. because there are bound to be people who fail and are merely tools for the high achievers.&lt;br /&gt;so mich, please start working. sighhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113802257747529094?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113802257747529094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113802257747529094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113802257747529094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113802257747529094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-so-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113729567754262646</id><published>2006-01-15T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:31:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/P10005966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/P10005966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; THE TWO EXTRAS LA. haha it was supposed to be a candid picture of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orientation is like so so la. we played LIGHT OF ****(haha!) like ten over times. boring la. but the cheers were fun ! esp that monkey like cheer. o o o o oooooo. hahahaha know ? then micheah val and wach's JOIN BAND cheer became like join band join band jon band jon band. haha. ther was this good looking guy, by the name of john ? so yar la john band.hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mr singh said the drill was nice but then some ppl wore masks some dont. haha. sixuan's one dangled from her uniform,imagine yr marching and that thing keeps swinging dangling around.haha.famother's one was reduced to a pile of crumpled shiny paper.haha.THEN MELISSA,made us walk like crabs.lol. the whole row followed her la.bright red craPs.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that stingray is nnnicce. wach wach do you feel like eating it ? you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like to eat everything&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. ( Sorry wach! i exposed yr bad points again! hahahha) spicy enough. i hope it doesnt make xuelin shit. hahaha. we ate COCKIES. like eew slimmy slimmy. then the bloddy kidney. you bite into it, and SSQQQUUIISSSH. all the blood flows out.omg la. gracia and tty ate so many. imagine all the cokies blood within them, mixing with the muggles blood. soon they will metamorph into a cokies-human creature. HAHA. the head will be cokie size then the body, normal body la. haha. I JUST SAW XUELIN'S NICK. smthg to do with the stingray and diarrhoea. so she really had dirrahoea. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113729567754262646?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113729567754262646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113729567754262646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113729567754262646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113729567754262646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-extras-la.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113682672081515676</id><published>2006-01-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:21:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/class"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/class%27s%20fugly%20noticeboard.%20haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/class"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/class%27s%20fugly%20noticeboard.%20haha.%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there, some cut-and-paste artwork, proudly presented by the guys from my class. hahaha. EXTREME&lt;/em&gt;. err nevermind about that weightless whatever. look at the head. thats the funny one. haha. who wld wna buy a bra endorsed by this he/she awy ? wldnt they be turned off ? hahaha and yes the previous picture. i dont knw whos that guy, obviously i dont know whos that women too. shes half naked and's missing a head! haha. that guy lked distressed.he shld be happy,shldnt he ? HAHA.oh mr dot just tld me that that is MR TIGER WOOD. so yeah mr wood has a close up in WOMEN'S WEEKLY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;did an article on KHOO SWEE CHIOW today. seriously i think that underwater feat was a waste of resources. what good does it do for singapore ? DARE TO DREAM. yar its his dream. but, staying underwater for ten days ? it can be cheap and convenient trying it at home. like fill yr bathtub with water. just sink in there, and after ten days, just drain the stale water out. maybe along with some wrigglers.haha.simple.does it snd meaningless to you,the bathtub thang ? yeah because thats simply what it is. but he received TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS for that bathtub kids play 'feat'. more like my feet(foot) lar. because a feat is supposed to mean : a difficult achievement. lame lame lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;awy let me tell you the HONKITONKK BABE'S joke. its a lame and dirty joke. okay -- JOHN FELL ONTO MUD AND BROKE HIS LEG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to divert yr attention from that lame honkitonkky joke,id tell you about my friends.haha.i love my friends lar. sometimes id just feel so grateful for this grp of funky shageddelicaly honkkitonkishh cmon' friends. HAHA. like mel just said she LOVES ME. i was so touched. hahaha. you know i wasnt really close to them initially. now we're like so fun together. I LOVE THEM LAR. not forgetting the old time friends dawn brins and preenie : D awy pls dont try to find out what preenie really means. it snds like a nice name, but actually the real meaning is dumb. haha. its just like brins's previous nick, CANNIVING PARCHMENTS. omg lar. haha. the word canniving doesnt even exists. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113682672081515676?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113682672081515676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113682672081515676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113682672081515676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113682672081515676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-some-cut-and-paste-artwork.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113669549794494767</id><published>2006-01-08T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T12:44:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously im beginning to find everythng a waste of time except studying. here comes the stressed up bookworm !! now i understand how HE felt the other time. haha. even blogging now is a waste of my time. cos the maths book is like right in front of me. and while im blogging, im stealing glances at it. which i know wldnt be of help awy. im not even supposed to be online when its study time. then jiamin just signed in,and i am lking at her attractive M&amp;Ms display picture. that means im typing, looking at my notes, and salivating at her m&amp;amp;ms. which means, im not even studying. okay i think i shld just concentrate on blogging right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know MR SINGH. our new co form. oh mr MANJIT singh btw. hes such a COOOOL teacher. so inspiring. he made me feel like id get FLYING COLORS for my ss. awy flying colors is a corny word. it reminds me off those primary school autograph books. you know like at the end we always like to write, ' hope you get flying colors blahblah' hahaha.what else. like&lt;br /&gt; fav food: chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt; fav drinks: coke,sprite,many many more.&lt;br /&gt;fav band: A1,westlife.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS.- 100%:blahblah.&lt;bt&gt;70%%: blahblahblah.and it ranks all the way to 10% or smthg.hahahha.&lt;br /&gt; yeah back to mr singh, he likes to scratch his urm. the part above his breast/chest. HAHA. i think its cos he's hairy. seeexxxyy ? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay study time. maths is clogging up my alrdy small sized brain. save me !! 50%.... 75%..... 99%.. 100% !! ARGH!!.arg..ar..a..HAHAHAHA. whoa thts lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113669549794494767?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113669549794494767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113669549794494767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113669549794494767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113669549794494767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/seriously-im-beginning-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113606826038463372</id><published>2006-01-01T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:31:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi im not mich. im HONKITONKK BABEY!! now at mel's hse.HAVING A HONKITONKISHHHH slpover.but we are not slpin yet..so we're lyk.nt really having a slpover...but a stayover.but the mood is SOOO HONKITONKKKKKKKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;GUess who am i.i am....A HONKITONK BABE!!! righteous!haha.hi FAMOTHER.rmb me?GROOVEEEEY.HAHA.And mich is singing now.she sounds lyk a sleepy micheal jackson with a flu.oh mans.plus.mel is singing along..so its lyk..a sleepy micheal jackson with a flu and a hoarse guo mei mei.HAHA.so now u can imagine how torturous it is to my HONKITONKK ears.hahaha.my hair are all standing now..tmr sure haf muscle ache.cuz the muscle under my skin is lyk contracting continuously to cause my hair to stand  due to the unforseen circumstance im undergoing now.its 630 now.hahahas.so,therefore..the first day of the mighty super manly exciting suspensing two oh oh sixxxy year in mel's hse!and our first meal was roti prata.and the first sound we made in 2006 was..WHOOOOO WEET O WEET!hahahaha.k gotta go back to our honkitonk business!! gonna get cotton buds to stuff my ears.mich and mel are singing real terribly now..really.AHHHHHHHHHHHH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113606826038463372?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113606826038463372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113606826038463372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113606826038463372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113606826038463372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-im-not-mich.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113596719920854541</id><published>2005-12-31T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:34:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spot the no. of Rowen(s) contest. hahahaha. this picture is lame lame lame ! the work of tty and qingdian. look at tht NCC squad on the right.its like nine zhengyis in a squad ! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HONKITONK BABELY FUN MAN ! lol. dawn's expression. celebrated val's birthday. Abr( pronounced as AH brrr) and val wanted to visit Queensway first so i kindly acompanied them. Abr shi shopping king ! hahaha. initially val and i were frantic laa. 'omg how what if its so awkward later,what if thers nthg to tlk about' but haha. we were all friendly people and the detestable cockroach on the bus kick started our never ending topics. then by the time we reached Queensway,we were like good friends. yeah its not a matter of new or old friends. as long as theyrr fun,its alright! better than having friends whom you've known for years but yyueech,boring! so yes, Abr shi shopping king. and val was the Queen. val made us walk in circles,round and round. ' its smthg like tht,its somewhere here,oh its on the first level!' crap.it was on the second level,just across the first shop we went to.to think we spent like an hour and fifteen searching for tht damned shop. why damned ? because ther wasnt the skirt val wanted to get awy. wasted our time!! OH AND WE HAD LUNCH. brins's treat! thanks brins! we went to eat at Seoul garden. it was one of the funniest days with tht bunch of friends. those hairys. hahahah. we grabbed the meat in a systematic way. note tht i used 'grabbed'. because dearest dawn,lked at my plate and went. ' huh so lil arh. * reaches for the tray,grabbed a whole chunk of meat - okay. ' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the egg we ate was filled with famotherly love.carefully cracked and cooked by err mummy.hahaha. awy brins got this title because he has changed. to someone more matured ? haha! sometimes hes just like a mum. okay enough talk about some gayish mum. it spoils the appetite of those who are salivating at the thought of the meat which dawn grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;thers this very interesting game. some Hairy game. its omg so fun ! hahaha. melissa was EIGHT DOTS okay ! brins was SIX DOTS. i was FIVE DOTS. i thought wach wld be the one with the most dots.afterall shes such a screwed up blur ass who went home alone from bukit batok :b haha. played the seven- u game. you knw, like you'd have to say SEVEN UP when the number is a multiple of 7 and when the number has a digit 7. please,i only memorised the multiples of 7 up to 13x7 which is 91. other than tht, do you still knw which one is a multiple of 7.hahaha. say, 186. take yr time to count dude. 14x7,15x7,16x7....20x7 oh seoul garden's close alrdy. HAHA.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;went for the marsiling band's POP parade cum concert. SK band was there too! which means... MAGGIE was ther too! lol. throughout the WHOLE concert,all of us were trying to spot maggie. 'where,which one.orh tht girl?' haha. maggie is this girl from the trumpet section. shes not exactly pretty like brins said she is but,err kinda cute ? he shook hands with her and he doesnt wna wash his hands anymore ! brins,long distance relationships seldom work out.haha.try taking dawn over the causeway.shes a cow camel and a horse.LOL. thn ivy,the section leader.omg a solo lks like nthg to her! like oh solo,(oh im gng to eat dinner) same ! its peanuts ! so shes conferred the GODDESS OF SOLO. haha. brins's idol. after tht encore piece,we stood up to clap.wach,who was behind us,tried to go whoo,whee. but she snded like some chicken. whee.ee.ee whee.ee.ee detached it and try. oh are ther any idiots trying it out nw ? hahaha. anyhow,she snded like some newborn chicken.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my section bought chocolates for their trumpet section.and i realised brins and i behaved like lil kids in front of their crushes.tht increasing heartbeat,hesitating to go forward or not thng.hahaha.awy we gave them the chocs and had a lil chat.their ex SL was so cool okay.he snds meeky but somehow,thers this aura arnd him.hahaha.so charismatic and suave.he gives me the impression he has stong leadership skills.we learnt so much from him.oh my idol! err. haha. then! i saw tht guy too.some guy.cute guy.they said he was my god.and tty went, eh ni bu yao qu gen ni de god jiang hua ah' haha. awy back to maggie ! Abr shared with us this duperly funny big ass joke. hahaha. here goes. lets say maggie is in a new class. her teacher wld ask. WHOS MAGGIE.&lt;br /&gt;maggie : me! haha.it was so funny at tht time can. nevermind. you wld laugh if you knw maggie. haha. yak yak yak. enough of yesterday. err happy birthday val! haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113596719920854541?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113596719920854541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113596719920854541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113596719920854541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113596719920854541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/spot-no.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113579221582308222</id><published>2005-12-29T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:26:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; the male nurse snapped at me laa.WEI SHE ME NI SHE ME DOU MEI YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; because i went to get a friggn pad for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX :&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THANKS LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; I LIKE THE FIRST NIGHT UNDER THE HOT BLANKIE AFTER A COLD BATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah and you taught me to jump arnd in the bath.because the water was too cold.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; DID YOUR PIKACHU RUBBER DIE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; i rmb i forgot to hand in my maths test paper.and i had to chase after mr lee.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; YAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; i only handed in the question paper !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; oh pikachu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; it died long long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; WAS IT US WHO POKED IT ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; its ear dropped off when i was fighting with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; on the floor. in front of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br.&lt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; RMB I KISSED YOU AT THE NOTICEBOARD THERE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL ! yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; in front of our class. maybe some nerd wld think we're les or smthg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; YAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN YOU WERE LIKE SO SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; then we wld always quarrel. like get pekcekked with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN I ALWYS HAD TO GIVE IN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; but we dont say sorries.we wld jst tlk after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; like CHANGE TOPIC.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU STUPID STUBBORN ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN I RMBED THT TIME WE WENT TO THE AIRPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN YOU QUARRELLED WITH DON'T KNW WHO ELSE AND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; WE WERE WAITING FOR THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; really ? when ? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T WNT THE FRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; OH. CHUANLIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN AFTER AWHILE WE OFFERED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; BUT YOU SAID NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; NO MEANS NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN WE WERE THINKING WAH LAO, SO STUBBORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN WE LIKE TO GO TO CLARKE QUAY'S SOTONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; YAR LOR ! we can jst go there and knw the auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; just the two of us.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; YAR LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; like so fun already laa.hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN iT"S ALWYS THE SOTONG AND RICE ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; CUZ WE ARE ALWYS BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; THN WE FOUND THE TENTACLES DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; SO IN THE END WE EAT ONLY LIKE A LIL OF SOTONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; only the round round parts were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SX:&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the conversation we had just nw.was reminiscing. I MISS HER SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but please.we're not some les couple. both of us used to have so much fun together. if only we were still in the same class,we wldnt drift AT ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw the streaming process.&lt;/em&gt; nowadays,we wld only find fun in tlking to each other online.but it wld be weird to tlk when we see each other.like in band.its just DIFFERENT.boobie,you knw sometimes id try to wlk slower so that i can talk to you, lagger. can you walk faster next time ? haha. okay so we talk.but the feeling is just not the same anymore. see,with some friends,you'd feel totally comfortable tlking to them.even when thers silence,its prolly jst because yr all tired.but you'd still feel happy yr in their company.&lt;br /&gt;ever tried tlking to ppl and when you run out of topic,you feel awkward about the silence? then when you laugh,it probably isnt really funny. (okay boobie im not trying to say yr not funny.) but yeah. thts about the feeling. AWKWARDNESS. its the feeling tht kills. and i think thts the thng both of us feel that makes us feel like shutting up and not make the effort to tlk to one another. yeah sark. the streaming ffff ass thng caused us to drift. then stanley stole her away.haha.i rmb at the beginning of this year. stanley tld me he wld snatch sx away.i was almost SURE tht he wldnt succeed.okay he proved me wrong. ***stanley,please dont feel bad and try to return sx to me.you can have her.haha. WHERS THE OLD BOOBIE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113579221582308222?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113579221582308222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113579221582308222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113579221582308222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113579221582308222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-male-nurse-snapped-at-me-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113570429338927279</id><published>2005-12-28T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:24:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC210113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC210113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                   some flowery new girly group.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC200046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC200063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC200063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC190022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC190022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC200042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC200042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;               she and her stupid antics again. present to you,my lil sister. JESLYN TAN. brin's girlfriend.hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC190009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC190009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/PC220147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/PC220147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/fat%20man..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/fat%20man..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;        fat man and little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah im back from KL. my friends said they missed me.&lt;br /&gt; brins : its not as fun without you around laa. have to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;melissa : (she asked brins to tell me) oh and melissa says SHE MISSED YOU. &lt;br /&gt;okay its only two.but i bet dawn missed me too.oh and nehneh! she tagged my board.haha.but not without some sarcasm like. ' it was soooo fun laa, but too bad you werent there.aiya too bad laa' hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think a trip to their Chinatown had cost me three years of my life,considering the amount of second hand smoke ive inhaled.maybe four. evernbody on that street smoked ! err almost. aunties,uncles,ah bengs,ah lians.ah peks. eeew yuck. thank god for fresh air. awy they sell all the branded stuffs. from teenage brands to high end brands. but! its all FAKE. i got a t shirt there. yar laa cheapskate. hahaha. but its really cheap okay,that is if you knw how to really bargain.like from 80 ringgit to 35 ringgit.its horrible-- the profit they get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes i went to genting. the weather was beautiful.16 degrees celcius everywhere you go.perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i had a ride on the carousel and ther was this camel.it reminded me of dawn--almighty dawn whos blood can kill thousands.and who is sometimes a camel,sometimes a horse and at times a cow.haha.so dawn,dont say i didnt think of you guys when i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im jst glad to be back.malaysia is not where i want to live.its too big and complicated and too green.everwhere you go,its trees,trees and still trees.whoo boring.err but it has its plus points too of course.yar of course.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had footdrill at the stadium today.the thng we're gna do for orientation seems like fun.hope its really gna be fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113570429338927279?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113570429338927279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113570429338927279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113570429338927279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113570429338927279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-flowery-new-girly-group.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113473812954522218</id><published>2005-12-16T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:02:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chalet was yuck yuck yuck.i still prefer one room chalets like downtown.even if it means crampy spaces,at least people do gather together and do the same thngs.four rooms and a living room.everybody is everywhere. okay maybe it wld be nice if we are one big happy grp with big spaces.but its one crap group with less than pleasant attitudes and ppl scattering arnd,with no chance of bonding.and well,not like we bothered to try awy. do friends scold one another ? we do quarrel but not because of small thngs like tht. whats with ignoring yr friend and getting evry one else to do the same. we always have our own fun but the grp has not yet, in any way, bonded. its fffffff crap. but i had fun watching an anime. its a science fiction cartoon with the characters ALL wearing their underwear. haha. thn one women kept her phone in between her boobs.the phone vibrated and yah so did the boobs.hahaha. tlk abt cartoons being innocent. lol. yeah and wach is one disgusting and likes-to-demonstrate girl. she does weird thngs. and makes weird sounds. lol. im leaving for malaysia on monday ! my coach has a television for everyone and those massaging chairs. whoa im gna have fun sleeping. haha. but im gna miss HOMECOMING. and those sarcastic pigs kept saying whoa so fun,buffet,yr last POP leh.all those crap. idiots. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113473812954522218?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113473812954522218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113473812954522218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113473812954522218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113473812954522218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet-was-yuck-yuck-yuck.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113431827951154195</id><published>2005-12-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:24:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/IMG_4272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/IMG_4272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lousy photographic skills. WHOS THE PHOTOGRAPHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/IMG_4278.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/IMG_4278.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;       MM.some lousy skills again.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/IMG_4288.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/IMG_4288.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                        BARNEY and FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha. wach was the only one who felt like taking pictures tht night.evryone else was half dead. so i played along with her.we even wnted to kiss barney. but the photographer was lousy and we kept laughing.so forget it.haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/dainty%20=)(992).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/dainty%20%3D%29%28992%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; GUESS WHATS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.a wallet.lol.DAWN DESIGNED THIS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/dainty%20=)(988).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/200/dainty%20%3D%29%28988%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his was damn damn funny laa can.i lked like some butterfly in a cacoon.hahaha.but hays pretty slim huh.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHALET PICTURES. thers more laa. but it takes a disgustingly long time to upload.so forget it. awy had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;band tht day.id be missing HOMECOMING,THE POP and FAREWELL.yuck.why does it have to be on the 20th!! and so why am i still gng for practices. i shld be gng for the class chalet. but i dont think ive got the guts to skip it and write it openly in my blog. so im gng for practices awy.haha.had jalan kayu's PRATA for lunch.its. its CRAZY ! THE PRICES. i mean a piece of cheese prata for 2.50 !! the plain prata cost only sixty cents. see the difference ! what kinda cheese is tht ? produced by some speical cows ? hahaha. thn tty and mel kept telling me how nice the curry is. ' try the curry, very nice, without the curry then not nice alrdy' haha. after lunch we went to this provision shop and i got this super cute retro 7-up glass bottle. i kept bragging abt it.haha. THEN ON THE WAY TO QINGDIAN'S HSE, TTY LED US THROUGH THIS STUPID FIELD. which got our shoes wet and dirty. the scene was funny. imagine four idiots hobbling through the big field, with arms outstretched,like afraid to trample on the grass.hahaha.show you my drawing tmr.the drawing tht depicts the scene.haha.BAND CAMP IS A FUNNY SHOW.dirty but hilarious.hahaha.smearing freshly produced sperms on yr face as sunblock lotion.ma******** with an oboe.challenging someone playing a snare drum, with a triangle. HAHA. watch it man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113431827951154195?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113431827951154195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113431827951154195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113431827951154195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113431827951154195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/lousy-photographic-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113388215439895084</id><published>2005-12-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:18:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was laughing when reading my candid yet childish older entries.like omg why had i even thought tht way before.haha.say,crushes.reading my first few entries and i went whoa.i tlked abt tht guy like how i was thnkng it in my head.'i saw him today! he smiled at me!' haha.its pretty shameless lrs.thn i wld jst scold ppl in my blog,ppl whom i knw,ppl whom i knw will be reading thts why i wrote in intentionally.haha.but i think compared to the past,which was like sec one ? i dont voice out my thoughts tht candidly anymore.i figured out it wld be better not to make enemies.but actually i wish i cld be as straightforward like i used to be.it feels better.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN DIAO.&lt;br /&gt;sharespain friend has decided not to entertain me.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113388215439895084?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113388215439895084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113388215439895084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113388215439895084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113388215439895084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-laughing-when-reading-my-candid.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113377438232463779</id><published>2005-12-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:43:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hays did you guys see my tagboard.some selfclaimed betterthanme person loves visiting my blog.be it with good intentions or just to smirk at how much better his/her life is than mine,its okay.as long as tht person bothers to visit my blog.i mean.what does tht show ? i must be posing some threat or smthg in yr smart ass brains.are you jealous ? because if not, why did you even bother to come and compare me to yrself.haha.YOU ARE AN IDIOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;chalets were fun.played murderer.douglas's eyes were big,weiliang's eyes were small,jeremy always had tht detective/murderer look even though he may jst be a victim.how to catch.haha.tht night was also TANSIYING's birthday. they had alot of fun lrs.esp siying.she had got flour and water aimed at her.they chased her arnd,thn when refilling water from the tap got too troublesome,they took out the fire hose.haha.and in the end we got scolded by the security or smthg.whoo oo. lucky for siying.because they intended to play with eggs afterwards.haha.imagine all the slimmy slimmy egg white and smelly yolks sliding on yr body,mixing with all the blobs of flour.eew.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the section's chalet,i saw the WEIRD side of tty.he loves to wrap ppl up with blankets.hahaha.i was wrapped up like those rolly pollies you knw.except tht i cnt stand once i fall.haha.think cacoon.yeahs you got the picture.haha.thn he made dawn and i sit together.tied up our hands and legs.he said tht was to teach us how to escape if we got caught one day.haha.of course,we tied him up too.thn pushed him arnd.imagine a ball of blankets,a clumsy fat person.yars.tty lehs.drummajor.haha! i wnted to slp tht night but dawn kept singing. DOWN.. UP.UP. DOWN.. UP.UP. DOWN..UP DOWN UP DOWN.. UP.UP. DOWN.. hahaha.damn fun can.ze tty dawn and i kept singing tht.lols.the next day we ran out of games and played PIACK.even qingdian screamed along with us.hahaha.the OTAH game at night was fun.hahaha.suuper exciting.we pass the otah arnd and when the music stops,whoever gets it eats it.like musical chairs lrs.haha.thn tht night we went to emme's lounge.wach and brins bet on the negro and the white with peanuts.so the winner gets peanuts.alright.kids.haha.hays and i think tht pussy drink isnt nice.try tht smthg temple drink ? its nicer right brins.haha.hes our motherly MUM.eeeeee.miraculously we survived band the next day. OH and the new school looks like a polyclinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113377438232463779?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113377438232463779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113377438232463779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113377438232463779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113377438232463779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/12/hays-did-you-guys-see-my-tagboard.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-113294033318189391</id><published>2005-11-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:46:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dear loves to piggyback me thn threatens to throw me into the laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;dear loves to push me down the bed.squeezing bolsters to me.so i cnt get up.&lt;br /&gt;dear loves to tickle my sole.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113294033318189391?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113294033318189391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16354760.post-113286126090020303</id><published>2005-11-25T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T03:44:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/1600/from%20the%20plane..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1616/1549/320/from%20the%20plane..jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;taken from the plane.pretty right.lk at the rays.seems like GOD is is just above.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hunk is dying tmr.dyeing his hair.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sharespain friend was trying to enter manhood.&lt;br /&gt;dawn said tht msn lil green thng is cute.cute ? urhs.haha.&lt;br /&gt;me : GNG TO PROM AS PRINCE CHARMING ? &lt;br /&gt;donavan : TRYING to BE.lols.prince charming wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;brins is a BARNECELOSOPHER (bar ne ce lo so pher) / BARNECELOGIST. he has many many barnacles on his butt.which is like holes.haha.the SI unit for these holes is Bn.1Bn is 50 barnacles.there is just so much.lols.&lt;br /&gt;'two big brothers' = 'idiot'. so tty is an ' two big brother' hahaha.the english snds so wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113286126090020303?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113286126090020303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yar right, FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;its quite meaningless.but the way you say it jst irritates me.snds kinda dumb.&lt;br /&gt;am i really tht boring ? haha.always lashing out at one another.it may be a joke but certain thngs do go in.its just.wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113267740960088356?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113267740960088356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113267740960088356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113267740960088356'/><link 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pekcekked conversation,we finally decided on tht place.like whoa,is evrybody getting more indecisive.or is it me.hah.i bought a skirt.val bought pants.she was so awkward tht the man was trying to put the belt on for her.like somehow hugging her.hahaha.so i didnt knw tht we cld bargain and i paid the full sum for my skirt.thts like wasted can.i spent sixty bucks today.but where did i spend it on ? i ate pratas for lunch.and swensens for dinr.a skirt.tht doesnt add up to SIXTY! :/ pratas are supposed to be cheap.but i think i spent ten bucks at tht coffeshop.haha.im not ever gna spend such a ludicrous amt of money on some crap pratas anymore.but the prata was quite tasty.awy TEA CHINO is actually tea w more milk ? so its actually like, 'uncle, tea.add more milk' but the name's quite cool huh.TEA CHINO.haha.&lt;br /&gt;dawn brought a book arnd with her for the whole day.she kept reminding us tht she wants to go the library.but its still with her i thnk.haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113250222354352745</id><published>2005-11-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:21:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DAWN QUEK has been bugging me for the entry abt the footdrill test.cos she doesnt have a blog and she wants me to 'record down her beautiful memories'. i thnk thts what she said.haha.okay so.we had a footdrill test the other day.thts like friday.it was the most hilarious one out of the three i had taken since sec one.with mich wach dawn and val.can you imagine all the laughters.oh and with tty.of course i think it wld be more fun if bnn was in our grp as well.i mean yars,brasses and percussion are usually where all the fun is.hahaha.okay no offence.&lt;br /&gt;dawn embarrassed herself because of her confidence and zest.hahaha. '' permission to adjust mdm.'' dawn:'' RECOVER'' she said it sooo confidently.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i did a good impersonation of brins' 'loud but zao sia' command.i mean like yars,thts what hes always doing.lols.&lt;br /&gt;wach gave a CHECK ONE.. BANNNG timing which snded wwrrroonng. and extremely funny.hahaha.thn either she locked her hands too tightly or she was jst plain slow.we were taking dressing,tty moved her hands and she jst left her hands hanging down there.fifty five degrees i think and it looked retarded.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;val,halfway through the test,gave us 'KELUAR BARIS'. like haha.are we supposed to leave alrdy ? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel laugh till she cried.her face was SOOO red.mr tan and mr ng were so bewildered by her.hahaha.like so 'hunny' lrs.haha.&lt;br /&gt;and mich with all her laughters.NON STOP.haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahs it was pretty fun.but results wise,erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bnn and i enjoy chatting abt the LASTIMES. the songs we used to love alot and sing ever so often, the thngs we do during music lessons, the chenglong who found our hummings irritating,the wenchong who liked our hummings,the food we brought to share in class.SO SO MUCH.haha.I MISS HER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for the NIE BAND concert today.impressive.i think i wld nvrr be able to achieve those skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree tht when we're with different grps of friends,our laughters wld be different too.some grps are just.dnt knw.mm.backstabbings and quarrels lay behind the grp's oh-so-united facade.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays this entry is a bit of a mess.all the jumbled up crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113250222354352745?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113250222354352745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113250222354352745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113250222354352745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113250222354352745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/11/dawn-quek-has-been-bugging-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113196943882703403</id><published>2005-11-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:57:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yesterday's mel's dad's condo party girls out swimming wedding flower girls&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;extravaganza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was wheeeee.FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;SAVANNAH CONDO PARK.its pretty.&lt;br /&gt;took many many pictures.thinking of stupid poses thn wach kept thnkng of special views.must take from the top,then from the bottom.like yars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;she and her lousy photographic skills lrs.haha.&lt;br /&gt;so tty came alng.and boy,was he man.that CHEST.hahaha.we SWAM.thn thought of different ways to slide down the slide.sitting down makes us stuck lrs.thn you'd have to push and push.so i tried to lie flat and swish! i drank alot of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hahaha.thn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we squeezed here and there and  got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ORHCEH'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on our hips.hahaha.i tried to get some color by the poolside.but please.i shld have known my skin's jst to delicate for tanning.it wldnt allow mr shiny powerful rays to go through.blah blah like real.hahaha.but wach got back her reddish ballooony self.i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;remained tht fairlikeachicken color :/ melissa was super&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;too.tty was so high yesterday can.he sang!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;teeyong lehs.SINGING.LOUDLY.hahaha.he cursed wach and the next min wach's phone really spoilt lrs.thn she was so happy.' yeahs i can change my phone !! :DD' &lt;br /&gt;one min later... 'huh how..my phone spoil lehs :(((' hahaha.shes one shit girl man.at LJS,she became whiny and lked like a drunkard.hahaha.i guess tht explains her REVOLTING actions on the train.DAMN EMBARRASSING.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlk about having fun.after the O's id have more fun!&lt;br /&gt;URHS I MISS FATTTTY :))))&lt;br /&gt;he's been pretty much an ass these few weeks.but im assured a 'TOTALLY YOURS' accompaniment after the O's.wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113196943882703403?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113196943882703403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113196943882703403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113196943882703403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113196943882703403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterdays-mels-dads-condo-party-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113178233032517851</id><published>2005-11-12T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:46:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE WERE ALL SO IMPRESSED BY TTY LRS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you knw. so proud of him.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a SUPER HILARIOUS day.&lt;br /&gt;but the morning sark.cos ther was maths test.and wach kept blabbering nonstop and laughing to herself.like ' argh i dnt knw how to do.im not serious lrs. ha ha ha' haha.thn after band my section settled down to help pack the scores.whoa i felt like we were so united.but of course,not evryone was there.we were like BROKERS. selling and buying the shares.hahaha.even banana the lazybum helped.after band we went to compass and wach sent valerie this stupid msg which set us all laughing hysterically.it was jst swimming and a buffet and it became mel's dad's wedding and throwing of flowers and tht when i happen to be drowning id pop in and out of the water and happen to catch it.hahahaha.after eating, we rushed like pigs and got vrh impatient w the BUS 156 busdriver who was so vain.he kept looking at his hair.and wach wnted to be WACH THE BUS DRIVER. before tht. she was WACH THE FAT LUGGAGE. lols. on the bus the few of us got to the topic of OBS,band camps SPARKC,SYF and NDP.i think the sec three batch in band went through many thngs.like in OBS.all of us crowded arnd the table and screamed when we heard ' HOLY INNOCENTS'S HIGH SCHOOL..SILVER!.we werent even supposed to be making much noise in the cookhse.haha.thn hanyong woke up at 2.45 am to boil water.camille went arnd announcing tht chelmin vomited blood.which of course wasnt real.hahaha.thn the whole watch woke up at 5.55 when we had to report at six.and somebody had to poo so we waited.haha.thn the few of us woke up at night jst to share a pathetic can of mushrooms.' ehs im hungry.' 'slp lrs. thn you wont feel like eating'........ ' aiyahs eat lrs eat lrs'.hahaha.wach and i didnt dare to capsize.and we paddled far far away cos the water there wld be shallower.and when finally we did capsize.nobody wnted to save us.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awy eventually we got tired of laughing and suddenly melissa screamed and jumped.all of us got a shocked and screamed together lrs.haha.she saw tht we had reached the place.and we ran.like running and laughing at the same time.so,we were SO IMPRESSED BY TTY.we kept observing him and laughing at his actions.his head was like whoa.so high.when he marched past we shouted his name and i think he was pleased lrs.but still acting nonchalant.hahaha.thn we took pictures,desperately thnkng of interesting poses.and played stupid games like 'guess whos behind' hahaha.wach tld me her dad's stomach used to be ' whoooo so big.' but he slimmed down.i think id have to teach my dad how to. his stomach is now ' broop so big.'hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113178233032517851?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113178233032517851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113178233032517851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113178233032517851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113178233032517851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-were-all-so-impressed-by-tty-lrs.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113143088007536458</id><published>2005-11-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:06:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wheeee.went to the pool yesterday.swimming ? dont kid yrself lrs mich.its more of wading right.hahaha.actually i knw how to swim.i was jst learning how to come up for air.we wanted to tan as well.but ther was no sun.wasted.&lt;br /&gt;lynnie was so so high yesterday.they were like mimicking sealions or smthg.she even came up w some surfing board crap.thn we did relays.like we sat in tht buoy ? thn paddled.hahaha.snds kinda dumb.haha.but its really fun.i wna go again! and hopefully shiny will shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;school was boring today.wach and i had no plans to do stupid thngs.like yesterday we were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thnkng if we shld jst run straight into the middle of the hall and start telling them the answers.like 'ehs no yr answer is different frm hers.' ' ehs this i knw.B' hahaha.i wonder what will happen.we may be prostituted.LOL.wach lrs.at first she said "trespassers will be what. decapitated ?" thn she said prosecuted in a funny way and it snded like prostituted.so its like TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSTITUTED.haha.mrs goh wlked out of our class today.AGAIN. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'i'll tear away yr papers i tell you. go and ask the four integrity and diligence.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha.tht day she even wanted to whack me w her papers.hahaha.but i really wnted her to stay lrs.its the Os next year okay.whoa im gna be in SEC FOUR.i cnt believe it man.haha.and wach still mentioned tht we're kids.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113143088007536458?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113143088007536458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113143088007536458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113143088007536458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113143088007536458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/11/wheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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-16354760.post-113086655590863962</id><published>2005-11-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:42:05.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe im not giving you the kind of encouragement tht you need.thts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why yr finding me irritating and tht shld explain the attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.crying is not the solution.ive learnt not to.&lt;br /&gt;awy its gna be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;lets hope tht it wldnt continue.&lt;br /&gt;WACHEL ! im so jealous tht you get to tan.why arnt the rest of us gng too ? HAYS YOU GUYS HEAR ME !!&lt;br /&gt;but awy wach dnt blame me for hitting you again on monday kays.hahaha.shit.thers gna be so many many more wachS once she starts peeling again.haha.i want many many mochaS too.haha.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.am jst not in the mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do ppl pee into dustbins ? hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16354760-113086655590863962?l=stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/feeds/113086655590863962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16354760&amp;postID=113086655590863962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113086655590863962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16354760/posts/default/113086655590863962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchopumpkings-.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-im-not-giving-you-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>burps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03434898193410763255</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>
