<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948</id><updated>2011-09-19T02:52:08.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black and red.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>437</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-4597765279579418119</id><published>2007-06-01T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:38:14.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt; I AM NOT PEKAK!!! and for calling me pekak, no prata for you. and i think the thrush ran away from you! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constance:&lt;/span&gt; it took you quite long to notice me actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think its about time.&lt;br /&gt;After 438 posts, and 6438 tags, I'm finally leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I will not delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will come back later on.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, all my posts are going to be in &lt;a href="http://barlessprison.livejournal.com"&gt;my Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But its Friends Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information, I'm using black right now cause I treat this as a funeral for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-4597765279579418119?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4597765279579418119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=4597765279579418119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4597765279579418119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4597765279579418119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/06/aqilah-i-am-not-pekak-and-for-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2069973418656428647</id><published>2007-05-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:38:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw this.&lt;br /&gt;I am hell pissed with everything now.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I hate to say it, I'm relying heavily on MK to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;To show them that the exams weren't as easy as they picture it to be.&lt;br /&gt;That if they did the stupid papers they would probably get a negative score.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2069973418656428647?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2069973418656428647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2069973418656428647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2069973418656428647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2069973418656428647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/screw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-3614602464368730350</id><published>2007-05-27T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:57:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; I WASN'T UNSUCCESSFUL WOKAY! it was a good dream (okay so i lied, i was unsuccessful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; how can you bear to say that about me ): i feel damn sad right now okay. ALL YOUR FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aida:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha i'm touched. anyway just nudge me when you're online and i'll send you. omg i am still at ep2! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;khaliesah:&lt;/span&gt; omg are you serious?! i'm still at episode 2! -wails. and no i am not pekak. its been proven i can hear up to 2 miles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending like half my life looking forward to 28 days later, the movie disappointed me D:&lt;br /&gt;i was spending my time admiring my muscles and went to bed even before the movie ended.&lt;br /&gt;ugh i so do not feel like watching 28 weeks later already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like having a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall do my homework and maybe (just maybe) i can finish them all by next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-3614602464368730350?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3614602464368730350/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw you headache.&lt;br /&gt;go away and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i've got newspaper reports to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5071582862551672470?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5071582862551672470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5071582862551672470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5071582862551672470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5071582862551672470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/screw-you-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1832087091275541584</id><published>2007-05-20T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:56:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>best thing that happened so far.&lt;br /&gt;i found my right earhole after uncountable months of mourning over the fact that my right earhole closed up.&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to stuff the earring into the wrong part of my ear.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my earhole was indeed closed and i just pushed it through my skin in anger.&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't hurt much so i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main point is,&lt;br /&gt;i can finally look sane walking around in a pair of earrings instead of just one in left earhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid years were sucky considering the fact that i actually studied really hard.&lt;br /&gt;apparently my hardwork is not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try for the next common test.&lt;br /&gt;especially for chemistry because it looks like german words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't know how to tell my parents about my marks.&lt;br /&gt;though i think they already know i'm aware of my results (since they are so faithful in using the stupid crescent email)&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait till they ask me or till i get my results slip.&lt;br /&gt;whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not be going out much till the o levels end (HAHA long time more but i must devise long term plans)&lt;br /&gt;the most i'm going to go out is like only once in a month with friends.&lt;br /&gt;stay at home and study till pigs learn to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must reach my target of getting at most b4. nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;which i have not been reaching at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead of blogging, i should go study for spa.&lt;br /&gt;which is exactly what i'm going to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1832087091275541584?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1832087091275541584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1832087091275541584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1832087091275541584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1832087091275541584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-thing-that-happened-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-361059860845351235</id><published>2007-05-18T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:19:38.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okieee tis totally sux coz e toopid lightnin has been strikin outside 4 e past 1 hr but dere seems 2 b no rain leh.&lt;br /&gt;i berry berry sad wor.&lt;br /&gt;no ii shall go watch moi dvds on da terivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnitezx peepzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godddddddd i totally suck that typing like that and that took me 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;damn i just wasted my life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-361059860845351235?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/361059860845351235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=361059860845351235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/361059860845351235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/361059860845351235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/okieee-tis-totally-sux-coz-e-toopid.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8587638871536558588</id><published>2007-05-14T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:31:21.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; i hate you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; yeah who ah? haha yes you are admit it nadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt; you and the thrush can go laugh at each other whole day long while eating prata lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why everyone seems to be having troubles with blogger recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i've been more inclined to blog in livejournal cause i don't know.. it feels warmer and safer there (HAHA). okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched saw 3 yesterday and it was by far the best best best best best best movie i watched cause i actually felt sick after watching it. my only problem with the movie was that the cute old man died in the end. damn tragic i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if he killed people? so what if he has the most sadistic plans for his victims? he doesn't have to dieeeeee. if it weren't for my grandma who insisted on watching saw 3 with me, i would have bawled my eyes out over his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i'd do if i was stuck in such a situation while i was put in some room with some madman watching me. speaking of which, my dad, mom and i were watching the eye 2 that day and my dad was being totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one part which they showed the girl being faced by this female ghost with hair falling all over her face and all, my dad just exclaimed (quite loudly actually), "don't just sit there go start a chat with her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so addicted to this phrase now,&lt;br /&gt;"lousy bugger".&lt;br /&gt;cheryl all your fault luh.&lt;br /&gt;you suck balls man,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8587638871536558588?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8587638871536558588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8587638871536558588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8587638871536558588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8587638871536558588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/winzu-i-hate-you-nadia-yeah-who-ah-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2525338849275886027</id><published>2007-05-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:55:57.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a a public proclamation that tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; dream of panic at the disco especially brendon and ryan AND NADIA WILL NOT BE IN MY DREAM. and i will make sure ryan is close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my posts here are becoming more and more redundant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2525338849275886027?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2525338849275886027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2525338849275886027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2525338849275886027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2525338849275886027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-a-public-proclamation-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6509738433157559933</id><published>2007-05-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:58:24.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live everyday like the last, and pay the price in the morning. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i used to think you're spoilt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THANK AH WINZU.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH PART OF ME LOOKS SPOILT TO YOU!?&lt;br /&gt;HELLO I SIT BY THE ROADSIDE AND EAT AND YOU CALL ME SPOILT SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6509738433157559933?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6509738433157559933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6509738433157559933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6509738433157559933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6509738433157559933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/live-everyday-like-last-and-pay-price.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1365294844017182701</id><published>2007-05-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:09:19.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt; it takes a gross person to notice such minute details like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELAINNE:&lt;/span&gt; it deleted cause it hates you. no surprise there lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; when is she not? oh yeah and no you do not have more common sense than me okay! plants need soluble fertilisers! thats common sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; its funny whattttt! my taxi driver taught me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; blogged in my lj. GO READDDDDD(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt; i see a minah doing uh, minah stuffs. omg what do minahs do!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; okay lah okay lah you like riwari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aida:&lt;/span&gt; yeah according to my dictionary. unless i was reading the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; you're so forgetful! in class also you forgot something. but i also forgot what you forgot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; eh merangsang sounds like initiate or console right right right right! and yes we shall do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lead totally did not fit my pencil for today's geography exam.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to draw my whole diagram using just the lead alone.&lt;br /&gt;and after numerous times of breaking the lead, i decided to try stuffing the lead in again but failed horribly.&lt;br /&gt;i got irritated so i threw my pencil at Aida.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry Aidaaaaa, i totally didn't mean to aim it at you.&lt;br /&gt;But at least you didn't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;really it does.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what is really will blow your mind off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get everyone addicted to the goodness of water and my aim right now is to finish this 1 litre bottle in the next 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh my hand very painful from blogging in 2 blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1365294844017182701?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1365294844017182701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1365294844017182701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1365294844017182701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1365294844017182701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/xingjuan-it-takes-gross-person-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5749868129090493490</id><published>2007-05-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:43:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally regret deleting friendster before.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i was under the influence of alcohol when i did that.&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall ask winzu politely to help me cause its driving me nuts to add people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5749868129090493490?l=feelingfaint.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-14208948.post-795196538624826919</id><published>2007-05-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:21:39.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Pythagoras and why the heck does he have so much free time to come up with Theorems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;I love him cause I just Wikipedia-ed him and he looks so fatherly he reminds me of my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I decide to shut up and eat my pau,&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating paus recently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna end up looking like a big fat pau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-795196538624826919?l=feelingfaint.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-14208948.post-8436335501534778491</id><published>2007-05-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:26:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;i found this really cute minnie mouse keychain in my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;and now somebody save me from prying minne's nose off.&lt;br /&gt;cause its like protruding and so pluck-able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8436335501534778491?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8436335501534778491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8436335501534778491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8436335501534778491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8436335501534778491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-noooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8558351266329454082</id><published>2007-05-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:17:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay melainne's pm just cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;she's wishing Merry Christmas in May.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i feel accomplished for managing to write so many essays today. though i have a feeling my social studies was crap because i was sleeping and writing it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure cheryl had a good time talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riwari&lt;/span&gt;. crazy bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep repeating this over and over and over agaaaain.&lt;br /&gt;i miss alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;it just feels good to keep letting it out over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you know merangsang meant attack?&lt;br /&gt;i thought it meant support.&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote in my malay exam a sentence that went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;"Ali accompanied Siti to the Singing Competition to attack her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a new bestfriend for now; emaths.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BESTIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8558351266329454082?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8558351266329454082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8558351266329454082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8558351266329454082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8558351266329454082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-melainnes-pm-just-cracked-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2650602033163355979</id><published>2007-04-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:28:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really cannot do biology when even my guide book gives me facts straight from the rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'obsesity may lead to diabetes, stress on joints and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;social rejection&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wthhh does social rejection have to do with being unhealthy for the body!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2650602033163355979?l=feelingfaint.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-14208948.post-1800136486020064541</id><published>2007-04-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:49:59.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do youuu know why the iodine did not turn blue black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because nobody punched it.&lt;br /&gt;that's my biology teacher for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hate coffeebean because i just drowned myself in calories by eating the brownies and drinking the caramel drink. eating rock sugar would not even have been sweeter than that. I'M GOING TO BECOME DIABETICCCC! OH NO. so troublesome to inject stuffs into myself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to you all out there.&lt;br /&gt;reduce sugar: less chance of diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;reduce eggs: less chance of cholestrol.&lt;br /&gt;reduce barbequed stuffs: less chance of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;reduce salt intake: less chance of high blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on people join me in being healthy. I M HEALTHY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(IMH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dewi and i have come up with a vow to forever take malay projects seriously and we shall never score 10/50 again for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ms tean because she spends time to explain questions to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be really angry at myself if i disappoint her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1800136486020064541?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1800136486020064541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1800136486020064541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1800136486020064541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1800136486020064541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-youuu-know-why-iodine-did-not-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9207627709883849085</id><published>2007-04-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:40:58.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shit this is bloody funny.&lt;br /&gt;shit i cannot stop laughing and i sound like a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what my biology study guide book said.&lt;br /&gt;'when the temperature reaches 60 degrees, the enzymes are destroyed or denatured &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(they were not killed because they were never alive)&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds like something winzu would say.&lt;br /&gt;unless winzu composed that book.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;WINZU! you gotsa tell me if you composed that book so i can know whether to throw it away or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9207627709883849085?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9207627709883849085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9207627709883849085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9207627709883849085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9207627709883849085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-shit-this-is-bloody-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6211970097716894986</id><published>2007-04-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:36:33.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall reply tags as soon as possible cause i hate procrastinating and i'm turning over a new leaf. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; it takes a clown to come up with a conversation like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; winzu:&lt;/span&gt; go blame it on jesse mccartney okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ryhan:&lt;/span&gt; yes you see what i blogged. clown is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sherry:&lt;/span&gt; okay i replied you in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks bitch for spoiling my mood yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/words.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear this is so apt.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;btw, credits to postsecret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO CHERYL! (the aspiring chemist HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 421px;" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/CIMG0566.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DEWI! (owner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 409px;" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/PHOT0001.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SUSANNA! (the qisin one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 421px;" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/zz21.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i look like i'm about to swallow you whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MELAINNE AND GRACIA! (you're both crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 618px; height: 463px;" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/DSC00857.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry was quite image heavy i guess. compared to the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6211970097716894986?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6211970097716894986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6211970097716894986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6211970097716894986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6211970097716894986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-bitch-for-spoiling-my-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5208298441209408660</id><published>2007-04-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:13:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently realised why you were called n2.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you as a malay class partner.&lt;br /&gt;and classmate as well.&lt;br /&gt;and you refused to pick up your handphone when i wanted to give you a birthday call.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry after the mids, we shall skip down, hand in hand to starbucks and i'll treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5208298441209408660?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5208298441209408660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5208298441209408660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5208298441209408660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5208298441209408660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-nadiah-i-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5417753915519250279</id><published>2007-04-28T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T18:14:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am truly disappointed. turistas wasn't exactly what i was expecting it to be. it was a failure attempt to add gore into the movie because i already see kidneys and livers during biology why would i feel disgusted seeing them take out someone's kidney!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was too much r21 stuff (i do not mean the gore and violence). and i think this movie was just nc16 in the cinemas. half the time i was going 'oh shit go away' to the scenes on the screen and i would end up closing my eyes and sleeping momentarily. right now, i just pray saw 3 and hills have eyes 2 and black christmas will be worth my anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there was this one guy in the movie who was a loser and kept me entertained with his unbelievable level of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some last minute revision stuff for chemistry and biology. and everyone who made me addicted to fall out boy, you guys are pretty convincing because i randomly walked into a store and got the cd. pete looks so hot, its orgasmic. but brendon, you're hot, the sun is ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown you look so hot, i'm at a loss of words to describe you.&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-14208948.post-8616717232991611828</id><published>2007-04-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:57:44.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay screw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been browsing half my life for fall out boy's song 'you're a wave but you're not crashing' only to find that its supposed to 'you're crashing, but you're no wave'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8616717232991611828?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8616717232991611828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; okay whatever i insist your lover's name is jimmy and not timmy. waaaaah (okay that's supposed to be the sound jimmy makes) wait are you talking about a sheep or a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aida:&lt;/span&gt; hey birthday girl! haha thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; and you mentioned mrs chia too! and you refuse to go for consultation with her ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evelyn:&lt;/span&gt; please it was totally not on purpose okay! he sat beside me please. you are so random sheeeeesh. and yes thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; damnit i attract animals. nevermind dewi you do too cause well you're part of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; i NEVER looked like a mother okay! are you saying i look old!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALL! ):&lt;/span&gt; what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ryhan:&lt;/span&gt; eh you can tell me online. and you can start a chat (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clown:&lt;/span&gt; -pinches. eh your nose very oily ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; just so you know, i found it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY THRINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i repeat, i will ignore the fact that you and yasmin are older than me. and enjoy the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember you're very important because without you, there will be no one to pass me my exam papers from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english paper was okay and i'm praying with all my might that i did not go out of point or i will cry and die. like how i did during the chemistry test cause all the words looked like german and some chicken scratch to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have biology consultation today but (depressingly) the teacher forgotttttttt. ugh. so jacinta and i consulted each other and came up with hypothesises. i feel so accomplished using big words like hypothesis cause it goes to show that i do remember my science stuff. so we ended up eating chips (sinful shit). actually there is no connection between chips and the teacher not coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dewi i am so sorry i wasn't in class when you needed pad. next time you can just take from my bag or something. and susanna i love staying back with you cause i get paid to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is something all of yous have to listen to cause its nice. i shall get it stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-tkqpHnxTI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-tkqpHnxTI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit why does everyone have to kiss brendon and pete. heart break watching the 'thanks for the memories' video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;omg shit damn funnnnny. i am rolling with laughter on the floor. and helping my mom clean the floor at the same time. that clown was talking about the first composition title we were given. something about a time when you felt a sense of triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha now then you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld have wrote about being a bra shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a strong sense of truimph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all the bras there was that brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if a male teacher read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i should talk abt bra sizes and how impt it is to find one that fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hypocritical and the sincere says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i find one that fits, i feel a sense of truimph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear she will pass if she writes that and knock the teacher off his/her feet with her deep thoughts and thinking very far outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating a pau.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go make pau now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1957766494774095963?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1957766494774095963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1957766494774095963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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tomorrow you tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6232315768361202089?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6232315768361202089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6232315768361202089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6232315768361202089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6232315768361202089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-reply-tags-when-pigs-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-272004771377542943</id><published>2007-04-24T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:00:42.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what. i just thought about it and i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very experienced.&lt;br /&gt;i got bitten by a stupid dog when i was in primary 1 (hence, my hate for animals especially dogs)&lt;br /&gt;and in primary 4 i think, i got bitten by a baby.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that stupid thing that crawls and cries all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the exact same spot okay.&lt;br /&gt;i have therefore come to the conclusion that the dog's spirit possessed the baby or,&lt;br /&gt;i look like a giant pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-272004771377542943?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/272004771377542943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=272004771377542943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/272004771377542943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/272004771377542943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6710735984913740213</id><published>2007-04-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:25:07.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found this.&lt;br /&gt;how long has it been.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingindenial-.blogspot.com"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6710735984913740213?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6710735984913740213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6710735984913740213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6710735984913740213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6710735984913740213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5072755725472313305</id><published>2007-04-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:21:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my scrunchie.&lt;br /&gt;though i have no idea how the heck it managed to come out of my hair in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow how to tie hair to schoooool -wails.&lt;br /&gt;the most i shall just use some scotchtape and tape my hair in place.&lt;br /&gt;or shave my head bald before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay set we shall all choose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5072755725472313305?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5072755725472313305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5072755725472313305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5072755725472313305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; EH I LIKE SHAUN THE SHEEP OKAY! and i don't feel cheated anymore(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; -slaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siaoshuan: &lt;/span&gt;stay away from my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; cheryl dearest, you are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; can you don't compliment evelyn!? her ego will become as a big as South Africa okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt; eh you can stop rofl-ing already. yesssss they stared at me like i had 3 heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evelyn:&lt;/span&gt; you're welcome. eh don't!!! ): you will break my heart into elements (HAHA, winzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; since when did you find brendon hot man? clown hotter right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; i shall call brendon 'a even hotter thing than evelyn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg its deep in the night and i can hear the stupid owls (okay i can't) and i'm sweating like a pig. i swear i had a good 15 minute workout prying the tv remote from my grandma. she refused to give it to me and i had to resort to desperate measures such as running into my room and locking the door while she knocked furiously on my door. then i had to run out and to the kitchen where i had to crawl on the floor to get past her and run to the toilet where i spent half my life catching my breath before running out of the toilet and over the sofa to my room again. where i hid the remote under my teeshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that above paragraph reminds me of what a kindergarten kid would doooo. this is bad. i need to act my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was burning off all the calories i ate from the ben and jerry's when my mom came out to ask me to shut up so she could sleep. she wants me to lose weight, and when i am doing midnight exercises, she wants me to stop. i think i scratched myself while trying out a new tactic to get the remote out of my grandma's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, followed thrina and winzu to physics consultation today and decided to act smart and know what was happening though i don't take physics. obviously my plan failed and i ended up sleeping instead and i almost drooled on my biology book ): and i feel so proud of my mom. 2 of her artwork is being showcased in the school ogay! under my name. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think n2 is damn funny. (on a random note, i just realised why she was called n2. cause her name is like an alliteration! Nadiah Nordin. and i am Ainslee Asokan which makes me a2! how fascinating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadiah:&lt;/span&gt; eh how do you tell someone in malay you want to sleep with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;huh whhuuuut? repeat question. (cause i couldn't believe what she was asking me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadiah:&lt;/span&gt; anda nak tidur dengan i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a partner who looks like a ball, and rolls to school everyday. her motto in life is to be balls and leaders of tomorrow. of which she has achieved. and the ball of a partner i have, also thinks that when drawing her liver, she is actually drawing her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall upload a picture of my beloved in my livejournal. HAHA CHERYL MUST GO LOOK OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6003114511800969088?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6003114511800969088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6003114511800969088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6003114511800969088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6003114511800969088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hope-i-am-replying-correct-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7034177811873792903</id><published>2007-04-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:12:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh oh before i totally forget and regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AQILAH!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE FINALLY 9 MONTHS OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious shit i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i started laughing and snorting to myself in the train while thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered anyone's and everyone's birthday but BRENDON'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't really know when it was, but it was quite recent.&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;BRENDON YOU HOT THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (not you evelyn)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7034177811873792903?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7034177811873792903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7034177811873792903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7034177811873792903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7034177811873792903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-oh-before-i-totally-forget-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1939373798838117066</id><published>2007-04-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:38:00.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so tidak baik.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i read someone's blog, i imagine in my head that person reading it out loud to me in their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1939373798838117066?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1939373798838117066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1939373798838117066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1939373798838117066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1939373798838117066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-so-tidak-baik.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-24246300226939659</id><published>2007-04-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:34:43.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i just got reminded of evelyn and her totally lame comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; eh i think she is singing lithium by evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evelyn:&lt;/span&gt; no she is singing potassium. (okay i have no idea how to spell potassium. i hope its right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how would you not want to smack that girl.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-24246300226939659?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/24246300226939659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=24246300226939659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/24246300226939659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/24246300226939659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-i-just-got-reminded-of-evelyn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-4902611645500850701</id><published>2007-04-15T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:17:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.WILL.NOT.LET.THIS.WEEKEND.GO.TO.WASTE.&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/14208948-4902611645500850701?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4902611645500850701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=4902611645500850701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4902611645500850701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4902611645500850701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6103138345782222820</id><published>2007-04-15T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:54:17.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn ittttttttttttttt. i cannot believe the stupid career webquest thing said i will not have a job again! 2 years in a row okay. all the more i am inclined to believe they are jealous over the fact that i can do far more things than them. so they make me fret like this at home like this so that they can enjoy the pleasure of seeing me so distressed while they lead their perfectly pathetic lives and live in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda made up my own career choice.&lt;br /&gt;and on a completely random note that has nothing whatsoever to do with the career webquest, i still do not know how to do reliability questions for social studies.&lt;br /&gt;and because i detest and refuse to take history, i don't even have the basic clue or knowlegde to answering reliabilty questions. other than cross referencing that even a chicken can tell you. so in other words, my knowledge in reliability is just about the same as chickens. which is pretty much rock-bottom low. see i can analyze. that's why i take literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go to school, bug someone to help me. and i left my amaths in schoool -wails. now i cannot do cute mrs gek's homework and i'm gonna make her disappointed a lose all hope for me. OHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO. i already failed the recent amaths test and now i can't do homework. this is baaad. i knew something like this would happen on friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i got tuition tomorrow and i'm still awake. i was doing the malay karangan which sounded like crap to me after i read it for the 15th time just to make sure it made sense. but ohwell, i have bloodshot eyes (due to lack of sleep. not because i am morphing into some ghost) and even my reflection is scaring the living daylights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally applaud you if you managed to read all the above text until this point because it means you could handle the level of stupidity i reach at times. well done and give yourself a pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6103138345782222820?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6103138345782222820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6103138345782222820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6103138345782222820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6103138345782222820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-ittttttttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7231511077897714045</id><published>2007-04-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:46:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear this week went by like zoom voom booom. i still remember on monday i was groaning as i got out of bed cause i had to go to school. and now its already friday. this is good and bad. good cause the weekends arrive earlier, bad cause it means mid years are also coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was crezawards and it was okay i guess. but the main highlight of the day was dinner. shit i seriously love the big o's cheese burger cause its big and filling and so nice. and for the past few hours, i've been thinking of the chocolate fugde cake i ate. ate with evelyn, dewi and cheryl. i tell you we're the best. we chalked up a bill of $109.76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could've seen our souls rise above us and go to heaven when we saw the bill. but we paid it anyways. cabbed back to school because somebodywhosenameshallnotbementioned was so impatient and crazy about getting the best seats that she wanted to leave for school around 6 something. so i had to rush through my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yasmin looked hot yesterday. and so did cheryl (now you don't need to get jealous cheryl!) and dewi with her super high heels which made me look like a bleeding dwarf next to her. evelyn looked like a hot thingggg. and thrina had this smoky come-hither eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had no space for supper so trained home and i wanted to post something on friday the 13th but i couldn't cause i reached home around 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i shall continue watching shaun the sheep cause he is oh-so cute.&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-14208948.post-5933009032626762455</id><published>2007-04-08T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:36:41.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness before this day ends i better say this or i will never ever be able to forgive myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY YASMIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(cow was from keller!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna overlook the fact that you're older than me.&lt;br /&gt;and you know cow loves you alot.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i love you more right?&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;and you woman with no phone, i cannot sms you to wish you.&lt;br /&gt;if i call your house your sister (or whoever answers the phone) will kill me cause it will be my 3rd time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i embarrassed myself during tuition again. no surprise here.&lt;br /&gt;i was half asleep when the tutor was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;here's how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tutor:&lt;/span&gt; so mass divided by molar mass equals to the number of monkeys right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; -nods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear he almost exploded and steam would be escaping furiously from his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this shall be my mantra for the night,&lt;br /&gt;number of moles = mass / molar mass (i hope its correct)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5933009032626762455?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-4738267896064558961</id><published>2007-04-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:43:46.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; omg no its not funny!!! its so mean, yet so nice because winzu (and thrina and yasmin) took the time to learn what irritates me and compile a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constance:&lt;/span&gt; nope she accepted it with open arms and tears of joy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siaoshuan:&lt;/span&gt; haha you and susanna have failed to make me jealous. i insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; the lyrics to the whole song is stupid dewi. anyway yes i agree siaoshuan is mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; even though we did not have a cat fight, you still made my blood vessels burst ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i want to talk about 2 bloody bitches i met at the bus interchange yesterday. one was an inconsiderate piece of shit and the other was a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first with the inconsiderate bitch. she had a hell load of space in front of her to move up so that the bloody bus queue wouldn't stretch out so far but nooo, just because she didn't feel like moving up, she left a 2 metre gap between her and the guy in front of her. and her boyfriend did not have the goddamn common sense to tell his girlfriend to move up. and i see her every morning in the bus as well. bloody eye sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the bloody wannabe, i've seen her 3 times before, and all three times, she has not failed to make me curse and swear to myself. yesterday she wore this big oversized jacket with jeans and wore a big cap with a bandana under it. and she walked as though she was one of those gangstaz from da hoodzXZz. with those exaggerated steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks like one of those mats and minahs and practically her whole vocabulary is made up of nothing but vulgarities. oh and she sucks this stupid lollypop all the time. like yesterday, she couldn't get the damn plastic wrapper off the lollypop, and in a desperate attempt to survive (at this point i'm going to assume she dies without a lollypop in her mouth) she stuffed the lollypop with the plastic wrapper on, into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for her hair, it looks like straw (all dry and frizzy) cause she rebonded her hair far too many times. for the love of clowns, she kept touching her hair every few seconds as if it was the most beautiful thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i should just bring a stupid horse to her head, and it may just as well think her hair that looks like straw is actual straw. and hopefully, it will chew and gnaw her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i watched the hitcher yesterday. i thought it was a good movie, but apparently the cousin and mom didn't. i shall get my list of dvds ready for my aunt to buy for me from new zealand. hoho i cannot wait to watch turistas and hills have eyes 2 on dvd. because i know its going to be rated m-18 or something because one of it has rape scene. and the other one, well it has drug content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to feel happy or sad because i just got a whole lot of things off me. but on the other hand, i just wasted half my day typing this blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-4738267896064558961?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4738267896064558961/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; yay i always knew i could count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; no thats clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siaoshuan:&lt;/span&gt; ehh don't tell everyone my nickname!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot thing!:&lt;/span&gt; hahah okay if you insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt; i knew it! i knew you forgot! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; uhh yeah okay i think i've got nothing to reply since you're talking to evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; okay i shall go add in laterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot thing!:&lt;/span&gt; uh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; influencial in a bad bad bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ain:&lt;/span&gt; yes i agree! -high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; shame on you. your tutor agrees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; you do that, we will get into a cat fight and not my tagboard, it your typing that sucks (balls) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a question i can't answer.&lt;br /&gt;why yasmin and evelyn are having a nice chat in my tagboard. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayzzz, i can always find faults in Beyonce's lyrics man.&lt;br /&gt;take for example, this line from Irreplaceble.&lt;br /&gt;"I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Matter fact, he’ll be here in a minute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you just picture 2 kindergarten kids having this conversation&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten kid#1: eh i got a new barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten kid#2: i can have a better doll in a minute. my mommy will be here to give it to me in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay like a very very bad example but can you get my point. it sounds so childish and it reminds me of how two young kids may be having an argument. i should never ever get the b-day album cause a few minutes into the cd and i'd already be kicking the stereo or stuffing forks into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and i'm still not done ranting. i hate the fact that she collaborated with shakira because her hair is like shakira's, she dances like shakira. its just like she's morphing into shakira in the video and i have no idea what she is trying to prove. call me naive for looking at it from just one angle, but still, there has always been this first impression thing and i think she has a very "come hither slap me" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the hitcher is not going to disappoint me. shall watch it later. and i want to watch hills have eyes 2 and the robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wasted one year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and now i wish i had one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14208948-1783193836737670112?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1783193836737670112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1783193836737670112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1783193836737670112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1783193836737670112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/dewika-yay-i-always-knew-i-could-count.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7989658327605034751</id><published>2007-04-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:40:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101 ways to irritate ainslee asokan  &lt;/span&gt;done by Winzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) stare at her&lt;br /&gt;2) says she looks like a dog&lt;br /&gt;3) poke her&lt;br /&gt;4) bring the hamster near her&lt;br /&gt;5) stare at clown&lt;br /&gt;6) take our time when she is rushing&lt;br /&gt;7) take her wallet and dont give it back to her&lt;br /&gt;8) say that clown is yours ( as in the reader's except ainslee)&lt;br /&gt;9) put winzu to sit with her one whole day&lt;br /&gt;10) make lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;11) make wierd noise&lt;br /&gt;12) waste her time&lt;br /&gt;13) start chats with her online, and reply 3 hrs later&lt;br /&gt;14) dont let her out of the toilet&lt;br /&gt;15) tell her that you have something to tell her and when she gives you her attention, says that you had forgotten what you wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;16) tell her that you eyecandy/ had a crush on her continously&lt;br /&gt;17) says that brandon (painc! at the disco) looks like Paul Twohill (singapore idol)&lt;br /&gt;18) run away from her when she says that she wants to "hug" you&lt;br /&gt;19) refuse to go up to class with her when she wants you to.*&lt;br /&gt;20) imitate her&lt;br /&gt;21) pretend to have a hamster on your hand  to scare her.&lt;br /&gt;22) take her handphone or MP3 and dont give it back to her.&lt;br /&gt;23) take her stuffs and dont tell her that you are holding on to them, until she realize * that it's not with her. fake it that you are innocent&lt;br /&gt;24) start chat with her saying "bye"&lt;br /&gt;25) crap to her. dont take note of what she says, make sure she takes notes of what you say&lt;br /&gt;26) screw up her hair&lt;br /&gt;27) tell her that brendon is ugly *&lt;br /&gt;28) tell her that her eyes are small&lt;br /&gt;29) calll her in the mr. samat voice and keep repeating it&lt;br /&gt;30) tell her that you want to give her a hug and then run away&lt;br /&gt;31) pretend that you cant hear her, even when she is shouting at you&lt;br /&gt;32) tell her that she reminds you of maths homework&lt;br /&gt;33) tell her that she is not elegant at all.&lt;br /&gt;34) crap about her in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;35) pretend that you hae something important to tell her, and says that"you" rock.&lt;br /&gt;36) tell her that someday you are going to need her badly. and when she asks when, say " your funeral as she is the main person there&lt;br /&gt;37) tell her that in the future, she will be your maid.&lt;br /&gt;38) call her contiously, and when she reply you, ingore her.&lt;br /&gt;39) try your best to kick her.*&lt;br /&gt;40) change name tag with her and make sure that it get confiscated by Ms Tay, and DONT  try to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;41) put earphone in your ear, when she is talking to you,and pretend that you cant hear her,  and purposely show her that your earphone isnt working.&lt;br /&gt;42) insists that she is wrong, even if she is right.&lt;br /&gt;43) listen to your earphones and tell her that the song is SUPER and when she asks to listen to it, make it the school song*&lt;br /&gt;44) hit her hardly on her back when she leasts expects it&lt;br /&gt;45) tell her that she is an isosceles triangle and remind her of the formula* of her volume&lt;br /&gt;46) remind her that she according to the NIE website, she will be jobless in the future and that she has to start being nice to you so that you might consider getting her a job&lt;br /&gt;47) says that the lead singer of Panic! at the disco looks like a water bottle *&lt;br /&gt;48)after she reads this&lt;br /&gt;49) NEVER laugh when she tells a joke, dont care how funny it is&lt;br /&gt;50) laugh suddenly and say that its because she looks like a dog*&lt;br /&gt;51) says that someday sometime, someplace, somehow, somewhere, 'the name of the person whom she likes' is yours&lt;br /&gt;52) call her a babe :D *&lt;br /&gt;53) during mass run, keep asking her to stop cause you want to see your eyecandy if she refuse moan, and groan and whine,&lt;br /&gt;54) when getting her a birthday present, wrap is 89 times and says that it's your favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;55) ingore her,&lt;br /&gt;56) pretend not to know any person that she think is "hot" and when she introduce them to you says that they arent hot at all.&lt;br /&gt;57) start chats with her, and after talking to her for a while, randomly start scolding her for starting chat with you, when you are busy.&lt;br /&gt;58) tag in her blog for all to see that she thinks you're the best/ you rock/she gives her clown to you&lt;br /&gt;59) flood her tagboard,  even when she asks you not to.&lt;br /&gt;60) DO NOT flood her tagboard, when she is begging, instead say," i refuse to tag"&lt;br /&gt;61) says that she is nice in your blog, and after all those flattery, make a note and says that you are just being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;62) NEVER call her ainslee, call her her nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;63) when she has a new msn nickname, says something to contradict her,&lt;br /&gt;64) when next to her alone, ask her, why am i with a toot?&lt;br /&gt;65) talk to yourself when she is talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;66) says yay, everytime you managed to irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;67) if she starts chat with you on msn, say "who are you?"  ;)))&lt;br /&gt;68) untie her shoes laces when she is eating&lt;br /&gt;69) ask her a question and when she is getting ready to answer, says the answer&lt;br /&gt;70) ask her to shut up, whenever she opens her mouth to talk.&lt;br /&gt;71) ask her to shut up, even when she didnt say anything&lt;br /&gt;72) tell ainslee that she smiles with her bunny teeth out and it does not look nice on her.&lt;br /&gt;73) when she is super irritated, tell her that you are sorry and that 5mins later you will then continue to irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;74) keep changing your mind, when she asks you something.&lt;br /&gt;75) always smile at her randomly when she asks you, ingore her&lt;br /&gt;76) make her laugh like crazy, then pretend not to know her.&lt;br /&gt;77) unhook her bra.&lt;br /&gt;78) tuck out her shirt from behind and accuse her of "councillor not tucking in"&lt;br /&gt;79) keep asking her to tuck in when she did&lt;br /&gt;80) tell her that you want to show her someone special's blog, and show her your own one.&lt;br /&gt;81) always talk about your eyecandies, like talk non-stop&lt;br /&gt;82) when you saw them( your favourite people, or people she dont like, get as hyper as possible and grab hold of her shirt and started doing crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;83) play hide and seek with her,&lt;br /&gt;84) boo her so that she can scream in front of any teacher.&lt;br /&gt;85) try to embarass her infront of her significant people.&lt;br /&gt;86) ask her to come from somewhere, to you, and when she comes just say "oh never mind already"&lt;br /&gt;87) remind her how abnormal she is.&lt;br /&gt;88) always call her with an extreme tone.&lt;br /&gt;89)tell her that when she left her clown came&lt;br /&gt;90) leave her alone, when in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;91) scare her by suddenly saying that there's a dog nearby.&lt;br /&gt;92) Sing her praises then ask, am i ok?&lt;br /&gt;93) haha-ing her even when it's not funny&lt;br /&gt;94) slow down and tie your shoelaces when you are running with her, so that she needs to wait.&lt;br /&gt;95) give her a pat on the back HARD and RANDOMLY&lt;br /&gt;96) sit behind her when she is eating, giving her a sense of insecureness ( this works the best, as she will not do anything to you but whine and whine.)&lt;br /&gt;97) tell her stupid stories and stupid things&lt;br /&gt;98) imitation is the best form of flattering so you imitate her, and says that you are doing&lt;br /&gt;stupid things&lt;br /&gt;99) pull down her pants in public&lt;br /&gt;100) when clown dont want to go&lt;br /&gt;101) after we do all 100 of those&lt;br /&gt;* might cause some violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are alot of mistakes in that list buttt, no one in their right mind would check for mistakes in that long long long list. okay fine i did try to correct mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt any of you read all that till the end but winzu is so sweet to take the time to make such a list for me. and if anyone decides to do any of the things on this list, i will indeed be very violent to you. and maybe even tear your liver out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid winzu, you're influencing me. i tried to tap out of the bus using the NETS card and after seconds of realising nothing was happening, i saw that i was holding the NETS card and not my ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my pretty pumps. am a happy galzx. i want subway tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn i fell asleep while watching prison break and missed the cute guy. and cheryl, we did good today. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7989658327605034751?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7989658327605034751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7989658327605034751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7989658327605034751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7989658327605034751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/101-ways-to-irritate-ainslee-asokan.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2446882104875652648</id><published>2007-04-04T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T19:20:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long awaited tag replies! (skip the gay pink parts if you don't want to read the tag replies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; well says you. i bet you don't even remember this tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; we forgot to drift these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; what the heck does my eyes have to do with my tastebuds!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; what did we play ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; one day when i cut myself, i will use a FOB or PATD plaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MELAINNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i find true happiness every morning and night brushing teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i really don't need to know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; no clown first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; yes dewi, a freaking dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hot thing!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i bet you love hottie more. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAZZIE!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; but i know you're farrr to nice to do that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; costan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;siaoshuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hahaha yes i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;joshua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; uhh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MELAINNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; eh nadiah cleaned nicer okay! cause i was in-charge of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; shut up yassie that was so totally sarcastic haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sowji:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ugh i don't. my dad's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i am cheered up already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; eh if we ever find out who that was, you will help me pour acid on him/her right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;siaoshuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; dewi is not scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i don't even like him that much. anyway i am just practising chem since i don't do it at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I AM REPLYING NOW OGAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;constance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; yes i did and i saved 1 life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;caryn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; of course zu made you say that. i trust that you're nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; uhhh right, i will smack you tomorrow winzu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ainslee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; haha ehh i reply my own tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; please my tagboard did not make you a twit, you always were. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; yo aqilah the (posh) minah. eh i forgot what minah you were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;siaoshuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; whoopps i didn't bring anything today ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hot thing!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hahah omg i hope you stalked them today and what geog!? did you tag during geog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i have been very much into the hot pink colour in attempts to be as gay as possible.&lt;br /&gt;my retainer box is hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;my note is hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;my bedsheet is hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;oh even my cosmo coverpage is hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway hurr i started out this week by pissing the parents off because i accidentally switched off the refridgerator switch which caused the ice to melt and thus a mini tsunami occured in my kitchen. sheesh i make my house sound like some kampong where floods occur so easily every 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like how many days late but nevermind. learning fest was quite boring actually. but i did stay till like the end. the maori village looked good but there was no clown to spy or look out for. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i conquered Mount Everest. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been okay i guess. i hate MELAINNE for what she did today &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;cheryl i'm sure you agree. melainne i can't believe you did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i swear i had a whole lot of things to blog in the train and i was already phrasing myself in the stupid train but now i forgot! I FORGOT! oh btw winzu is the ultimate. cause she is the only clown in the world to think that bakeries accepted NETS. she didn't realise until she reached the counter and told me the most unbelievable thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh i have a feeling this place doesn't accept NETS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit damn hilarious. winzu, i wouldn't be surprised if very soon you went up to those uncles selling newspapers by the street and asked them if they accepted credit cards. well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i was stuck outside my house for a while cause i couldn't find my key. resorted to taking out all my books and searching for the key which took me a total of 10 minutes approximately. i saw my neighbour staring at me cause i sat in the middle of the corridor and started digging my bag fast and furiously (drift, drift, drift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other handddd, i just watched PATD's new video Build God Then We'll Talk. i have no idea if that was supposed to be some porn in mime or if that was supposed to be an actual video that actually portrays how hot brendon is, although i'd cut my head off if brendon even appeared for a milisecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway while i suffer from my post video trauma, you guys can go ahead and share the same distress as me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/%27#%27" onclick="Javascript:window.open('http://videopapa.com/codevideo.php?id=41465','','toolbar=0,scrollbars=0,location=0,statusbar=0,menubar=0,resizable=0,width=360,height=550');"&gt;Panic! At The Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2446882104875652648?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2446882104875652648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2446882104875652648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2446882104875652648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2446882104875652648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-awaited-tag-replies-skip-gay-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-3299856069877093815</id><published>2007-04-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:26:22.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah i feel so lazy to reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall delay for one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go indulge on my hokkien mee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-3299856069877093815?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/3299856069877093815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=3299856069877093815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/3299856069877093815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/3299856069877093815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahah-i-feel-so-lazy-to-reply-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9116824105301317972</id><published>2007-04-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:51:18.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has pretty much been a waste.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;except on saturday, but even then, i didn't enjoy myself because nobody listened to anything i said.&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda walking down orchard talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a whole chunk of stuff but then i backspaced them all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i need to reveal so much here.&lt;br /&gt;maybe in lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i can't seem to come up with anything entertaining to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw gorilla and i cannot find her stupid sorry note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9116824105301317972?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9116824105301317972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9116824105301317972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9116824105301317972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9116824105301317972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-week-has-pretty-much-been-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8089775837169233012</id><published>2007-03-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:17:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;came back from school.&lt;br /&gt;immediately rushed to plaza singapura to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;walked around.&lt;br /&gt;ate.&lt;br /&gt;A didn' let me watch The Hitcher.&lt;br /&gt;D would've gone if it wasn't for A.&lt;br /&gt;Screw this, I shall watch it myself someway or another.&lt;br /&gt;Someone follow me to watch that awesome moviezx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this awesome pair of fbts which caught my eye from 100 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;didn't buy them cause they were too transparent and everyone knows how demure I am.&lt;br /&gt;2.4 surprisingly went well although I dumped my headphones after 1 round or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clown is online but I'm shy to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I shall sleep instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8089775837169233012?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8089775837169233012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8089775837169233012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8089775837169233012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8089775837169233012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2583761743434411165</id><published>2007-03-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:39:39.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh screw this, I lost 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone has taken it from my wallet, screw you and I will hire an assasin to disfigure your face with hydrochloric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2583761743434411165?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2583761743434411165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2583761743434411165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2583761743434411165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2583761743434411165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-screw-this-i-lost-10-dollars.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6858600729738708241</id><published>2007-03-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:10:09.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm being made to go for a dog's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not referring to someone i consider a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;as in literally a dog's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i swear if they make me sing it a birthday song, i will tear my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;now someone tell me what you give a dog for its birthday,&lt;br /&gt;and how the hell do i wrap the damn present.&lt;br /&gt;and not like its gonna eat the cake anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my life is so sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;i go to dogs' birthday parties to fill up my social calendar which is empty.&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a long list of things to blog about and i was phrasing myself in the train.&lt;br /&gt;but after bathing, i forgot it all.&lt;br /&gt;the water must have washed away all my memory.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i couldn't do half of my amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;its time to feel the softness of my toothbrush bristles again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HOW FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6858600729738708241?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6858600729738708241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6858600729738708241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6858600729738708241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6858600729738708241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-being-made-to-go-for-dogs-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7938647371513058824</id><published>2007-03-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:31:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NADIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm sorry for being late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i am not over the trauma of having to dig through my stupid trash because i accidentally threw away my paper with my emaths homework written on it. my mom walked in on me while i had my hand in the stupid wastepaper basket looking like some hobo searching for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i feel a hobo may have looked slightly more dignified. hell knows what was in that wastepaper basket. i'm gonna use up half the soap bar washing my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have been scratching myself in my sleep or something because my tummy was very red today when i woke up. i should go to bed in mittens next time. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched final destination 2 again. something tells me they took out a lot of parts. but still good anyways cause AJ Cook was so hot. oh speaking of hot, Susanna you should be happy to know Joshua is second in my 'Who's Hot' list. First is Brendon. third and fourth doesn't really matter actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao Shuan shake my hand first thing in the morning tomorrow okay! and we can gossip in class tomorrow. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7938647371513058824?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7938647371513058824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7938647371513058824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7938647371513058824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7938647371513058824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-belated-birthday-nadia-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8640350024229049946</id><published>2007-03-25T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:56:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a new toothbrush and toothpaste today.&lt;br /&gt;my toothbrush was so soft i spent minutes brushing my teeth and my mom had to pry the toothbrush away.&lt;br /&gt;i shall look forward to tomorrow so that i can brush my teeth using the toothbrush again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8640350024229049946?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8640350024229049946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8640350024229049946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8640350024229049946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8640350024229049946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-new-toothbrush-and-toothpaste.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2588798209917807350</id><published>2007-03-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:07:04.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me or is Mountain Dew beginning to taste like chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;But not like I have tasted Cl. (I'm practising my Chemistry).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-2588798209917807350?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2588798209917807350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2588798209917807350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2588798209917807350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2588798209917807350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-me-or-is-mountain-dew-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-4029617944701515059</id><published>2007-03-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:30:53.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; haha yes good don't flood and eh i want to use braces again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; okay like he is totally not yours anymore cause you're cheating on him with ryan. like hello? how can you do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; haha yeah we should drift out of the room but i think the others find us a bit nuts already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin: &lt;/span&gt;hahah okay okay yay i'm not bullyable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; eeyore is very cute! cuter than tigger! tigger can only hop):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will make the effort to not badmood okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today started off really badly thought. with my stupid swollen eye and all. school was okay and all. i got a eeyore plaster. i let my inner kid escape today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye was killing me. it seems like there is more pressure on my eye when i bend down and the blood rushes to my eyes. YO didn't let me not run during PE ): i still had to do half the workout. which is actually better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have i mentioned i have been hallucinating things recently. like today, i thought there was a white cat in the lift. i also saw a car coming towards me when in actual fact the road was so clear. and while in public i seem to dodging non-existant flying objects cause i imagine them to be there. creepy crawlies also seem to be everywhere to me. i imagined an ant i front of me and started hitting my table. before realising i was hitting nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was bird that flew in front of me, and i didn't bother dodging it cause i thought i was imagining it. i felt its stupid wing brush my face. argh came home and scrubbed my face non-stop with moisturiser. i'm still not satisfied yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit winzu i don't know why i suddenly miss you okay even though i just had lunch with you today. or maybe its cause i get reminded of you everytime i look at my hand. the marks from you hitting me is still there. it looks quite cool okay winzu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl just left me to watch supernatural. which reminds me i missed desperate housewives AND prisonbreak. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll blog the rest in livejournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-4029617944701515059?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4029617944701515059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=4029617944701515059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4029617944701515059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4029617944701515059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheryl-haha-yes-good-dont-flood-and-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5146804961772279503</id><published>2007-03-22T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:06:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad day part 3.&lt;br /&gt;if this series of bad days continue, I am going to become the most sour and antisocial and irritating and dullest person you're going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Ms Li: Ainslee don't sleep on the table. What if there is hydrochloric acid on the table? Then you will have a hole in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for you concern over my face being too hole-y.&lt;br /&gt;Appreaciated :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Computer Club, we drifted out of the Computer Lab HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drift, drift, drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5146804961772279503?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5146804961772279503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5146804961772279503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5146804961772279503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5146804961772279503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day-part-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7573817477935168145</id><published>2007-03-21T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:36:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad day part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely apologise if I have done any unacceptable things today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7573817477935168145?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7573817477935168145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7573817477935168145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7573817477935168145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7573817477935168145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9181683369941760132</id><published>2007-03-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:25:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad day &lt;br /&gt;bad day&lt;br /&gt;bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree with thrina about the dust thing cause i am apparently choking on dust as i type this.&lt;br /&gt;i love the taxi driver who drove me home today cause he stopped the metre at 10 dollars cause he knew i only brought 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;sad thing, i forgot to check his car plate.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 days, 20 bucks gone on cab fare.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop this habit of cabbing.&lt;br /&gt;its bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head really hurts right now cause i wasn't looking where i was walking and hit a wall.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;now i've got chemistry to copy.&lt;br /&gt;and this is a form of wasting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9181683369941760132?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9181683369941760132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9181683369941760132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9181683369941760132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9181683369941760132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day-bad-day-bad-day-i-agree-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6077564463657987848</id><published>2007-03-18T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:29:32.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just cut my hair but I really see no difference unless you look real close.&lt;br /&gt;I should grow my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;And then figure out what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, radio.blog.club is back on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6077564463657987848?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6077564463657987848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6077564463657987848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6077564463657987848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6077564463657987848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-cut-my-hair-but-i-really-see-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5324729359307433513</id><published>2007-03-18T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:46:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Desktop.&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Can't.&lt;br /&gt;Seem.&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;Because.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;Does.&lt;br /&gt;Bring.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5324729359307433513?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5324729359307433513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5324729359307433513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5324729359307433513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5324729359307433513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-929751564959521198</id><published>2007-03-17T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:22:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i have so many tags to reply to.&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh skip the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; parts if you don't want to read the tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; omg what!? 'a' is not who you are thinking it is although it may seem that way. i tell you on monday okay! and the 'a' who you think it is, is my everything (i'm like 85% sure that sentence didn't make sense).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; DEWI! cannot call your ass mean! anyway yes me too but i think its still like only having sneaks in the cinemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; okay lah quite cute in a very freaky way. NO I'M HOPING PEOPLE WOULD CHOOSE C. (this is the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;subtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; hint to everyone out there haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; come onnn! choose C and make my day! or week! or month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; don't you want to see me happy? choose C!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;aqilah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; -starts tsking back at you. you're known to me for your tsk-ses. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;carissa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; omg carissa just so you know, when i first read that, i was really laughing cause its so random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; i was speaking figuratively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;agnes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; hey agnes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; uhh winzu what is OP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; it is nice what! you know now i sing the song according the interpreted lyrics? damn. and don't laugh too much. you will wake the neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; it is so fun to interpret their lyrics cause they mostly sound like they are sprouting nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; hello how are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; i bet you are saying that because he has hair like your pete wentz. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; i liked yours too. but it was so hard to remember the smileys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after like 348 years, i can have finally reached the part where i begin to blog hahaha. i am happy to announce that i am done with my holiday homework although i don't know if we have any literature but i will go with my assumption which tells me no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school on friday to get my biology book. i had to go plead and if i needed to, would have gone down onto my knees to ask the aunty for the key. which she eventually gave me. left school and saw ljw in his weird looking car and he was smiling to himself in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am almost done with the tru calling season 1 and 2 dvds. but i am really horribly devastated that season 2 only has like 6 episodes? cousin from overseas came to visit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt really stupid cause he came from the airport in the morning, and my mom asked me to open the door for him. i dragged myself out of bed and i am 87% sure he received a heart attack when he looked at that thing which answered the door for him. i was still groggy from my sleep, and my hair looked like there was hurricane that just hit it. and i was too tired to lift my head up. so it kinda looked like this except with shorter hair, and i was standing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/ring2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worst, i wasn't using my spectacles at that time, so i wonder if i said hello to him or my front door. they both look alike. immediately after welcoming him in, i went back to bed and proceeded to sleep till 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go cut my hair today but then woke up late in the evening so i couldn't. now i'm thinking if i should cut it or let it grow a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall go watch the remaining of tru calling before i 'retire' (as what ryhan would like to say).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-929751564959521198?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/929751564959521198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=929751564959521198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/929751564959521198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/929751564959521198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-have-so-many-tags-to-reply-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-4835888964393996345</id><published>2007-03-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:58:52.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS CLASSIC I SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I COULDN' STOP LAUGHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I WILL TYPE IN CAPS AND BOLD IT TO SHOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT YOU WATCH THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgzpejCU6Uc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgzpejCU6Uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7885434975026253352</id><published>2007-03-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:38:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TELL ME WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY NO ONE HAS A BIOLOGY WORKBOOK TO LEND ME.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME KILLED BY LXP!?&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;so many questions, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep masculine voice* Tune in next time to find out Ainslee manages to tackle this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7885434975026253352?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-14208948.post-4913151069108396302</id><published>2007-03-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:41:30.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; i remembered the shopping part but i didn't mention that because eating is more significant than shopping. aiyoh everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; yeah its pete wentz from fall out boy. he is cute right? and remember dewi, we went for starbucks TOMORROW. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably post 4 times today for certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;go figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-4913151069108396302?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/4913151069108396302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=4913151069108396302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4913151069108396302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/4913151069108396302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheryl-i-remembered-shopping-part-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7247647482976637294</id><published>2007-03-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:41:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so upsetting because A doesn't even know what kind of name I have.&lt;br /&gt;A doesn't know what class I am in.&lt;br /&gt;A died in a dream I had last night and I cried like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I pray with all my might that never comes true, even though A is ignoring me now.&lt;br /&gt;A is also not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;At least I have D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanna really made my really blue day a happier one today. Haha she called me half way through dinner to ask me, which way i face when using the squatting toilets cause she feels that we should all face the wall and not the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh i was mortified at that question at that question at first. then i started laughing at her alot. choked on my prawn. and just so you know, i shall support you all the way in starting a propaganda on facing the wall when using squatting toilets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7247647482976637294?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7247647482976637294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7247647482976637294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7247647482976637294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7247647482976637294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-so-upsetting-because-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-763192309865040971</id><published>2007-03-11T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:12:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate where we are and,&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I miss you quite terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like 13428% sure patrick was in a trance in the this ain't a scene its an arms race video.&lt;br /&gt;he was flapping his arms around in the first part and doing some weird facial expression which i couldn't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been surfing youtube for the whole day and i am quite tempted to buy the 30 seconds to mars album.&lt;br /&gt;which i'm pretty sure will cost me a bomb cause it is only available at hmv.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go down there one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-763192309865040971?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/763192309865040971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=763192309865040971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/763192309865040971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/763192309865040971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-where-we-are-and-hello-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9036037872243977029</id><published>2007-03-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:22:13.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although the previous post was 584 words, ths picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/20060622_pete_wentz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaks 1000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;this post &gt; previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been practising amaths thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9036037872243977029?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9036037872243977029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9036037872243977029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9036037872243977029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9036037872243977029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/although-previous-post-was-584-words.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-5217598179301027906</id><published>2007-03-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:53:38.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; left you where!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; eh at least i lent you my hard candy dvd which i am sure you enjoyed thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; i didn't go for bahas today. and i don't think you did too right. i had the donating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carissa:&lt;/span&gt; haha its okay its quite stupid and i was just feeling like thrashing something at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay fine i was lazy to blog and blogger was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but with much perseverence and determination i have come here to entertain namely cheryl who insists that i blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;which you know won't happen because i don't bother bringing my tablet home at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was flag day (yes! no bahas) or as i like to call it, donating day.&lt;br /&gt;flag day gives you the impression like its when free flags are given away or something.&lt;br /&gt;donating day tells you the clear meaning of the day. makes more sense.&lt;br /&gt;did it with susanna, thrina, sherry and yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;uhh but half way through the antisocial clowns (HAHAHA) disappeared somewhere so susanna and i headed to bugis to beg for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel proud cause i collected a few coins and 1 note (ONE NOTE YOU KNOW! ITS NOT A COIN BUT A N-O-T-E).&lt;br /&gt;previous donating days have just been koping money and splitting among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;and spending the rest of the time eating old chang kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is so funny. sherry was commenting on how this guy must've been so nervous in the lift cause he was surrounded by 5 girls (or as john would like to say, gals) holding tins and on the verge of hounding him for money. and it was an enclosed area where he couldn't run or hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after returning the tins, susa and i went back to school to rot but the stupid place decided to close.&lt;br /&gt;went home and i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;i could've ran mass ran 2 times and i wouldn't be that tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad cause i'm kinda done with all my dvds except, heroes lword, and tru calling.&lt;br /&gt;which i'm kinda lazy to watch since its like all serials.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go borrow more gory ones which i hope i can borrow without my mom's ic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone follow me cause i want to watch the haunted school and the messenger whenever it comes to cinemas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and i were just discussing about how some people online irritate you with their replies.&lt;br /&gt;i agree with whatever you said cheryl (i forgot what you said).&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to leave everyone online today and go eat dinner instead before i started to snap at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on a much heavier note, today was like the judgement day.&lt;br /&gt;dad wanted to talk to me about my results.&lt;br /&gt;i could've gone to court to receive a sentence and it would not have been as nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;i sat there for like 15 minutes and my dad just didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he called my mom in and told her this,&lt;br /&gt;"give your daughter a tight hug and kiss and tell her well done"&lt;br /&gt;that made me laugh which made his blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;this should tell you never to attempt to be sarcastic when reprimanding me because i'm just gonna snort and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;must be retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i doubt anyone will even survive until this part because this entry was so long.&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you did, well done and this was a 584 word post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-5217598179301027906?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/5217598179301027906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=5217598179301027906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5217598179301027906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/5217598179301027906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheryl-left-you-where-melainne-eh-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-845895681663831538</id><published>2007-03-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:31:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told you I can find faults in everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this line from Beyonce's Irreplaceble lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;So since i'm not your everything&lt;br /&gt;How about i be nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she deserves the best for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is such a bitch for wanting to be everything and not settling for what she can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the lyrics went something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So since I'm not your everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I might as well just be something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT would have been better because although she can't get the very best, she's settling for the best she can get at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats better than whining that way just because you're not the sun, the stars and the earth to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stupid as this sounds, I feel that way and I would have phrased myself clearer but I'm too tired to do that right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-845895681663831538?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/845895681663831538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=845895681663831538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/845895681663831538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/845895681663831538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-told-you-i-can-find-faults-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1346964321011708801</id><published>2007-03-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:36:03.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caryn: i lurbexzx euu 2! nevermind she is jealous ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasmin: at least brEndon looks better. its brEndon not brAndon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aida: they will don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh i am such a let down to everyone. including myself.&lt;br /&gt;told you i needed the common tests to kick me hard so that i can buck up.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell for now my drive shall be to do better so that i can rub it into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i finally got to eat and drink starbucks today. omg i have been thinking of that since monday and everyday in class i imagine i'm chewing the potato salad. well today i managed to do that and drink my favourite caramel drink with another cup of java chip i think. OMG THAT IS ALOT. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that i walked with melainne to the busstop and that i really feel like gutting melainne now cause she told whatever i told her while walking to some random mcdonalds cashier. AND HE WAS LAUGHING! sdjhreyfegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thrina was being really lame today. she stared straight at the train while it drove past and after a few seconds she realised she was supposed to take it. and after another few minutes, she realised that she had been waiting for the wrong train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and notice how i am not included in that paragraph? cause i've got better sense than that. HAHA. watched scream 2. loved it. and thrina left her socks on the floor and my mom thought it was mine and took it home to wash it for her HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is donation day. yay no bahas for me. and i shall never listen to dewi ever again because she made me believe there was bahas last week. quoted from her, she is an "unrealiable source".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this strong urge to watch child's play 2 but its a vcd which means i need to change disc. i need to get down to watching heroes soon. or even after this year, i will still be blur about what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i need to concentrate more on studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1346964321011708801?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1346964321011708801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1346964321011708801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1346964321011708801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1346964321011708801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/caryn-i-lurbexzx-euu-2-nevermind-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6028359289174751191</id><published>2007-03-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:30:01.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay from what i read in dewika's blog, there was malay last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew.&lt;br /&gt;i was at home sleeping till 11+ and woke up and immediately went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;my fault i guess for throwing the timetable away.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times like these i don't care what happens already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight to those who are going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stay up to watch ugly betty.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't find my heroes vcd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6028359289174751191?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6028359289174751191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6028359289174751191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6028359289174751191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6028359289174751191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-from-what-i-read-in-dewikas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6550655179641986797</id><published>2007-03-04T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:30:19.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh i'm very blur already which tags i replied and which i didn't. i hope i'm replying to the correct ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; you're welcome. i attempted to make you wet and succeeded hurrrr. till now, i still don't know why you're angry with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt; who in their right mind would love you for saying they look like saw!? anyway yeah she is into bad guys (bad boys bad boy whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; nah i copy and paste your previous tag: &lt;b style="font-style: italic;" class="pn_std"&gt;sherry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: hey! too bad i know what it means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melainne:&lt;/span&gt; if you insist. but i thought it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; yes you are supposed to fall in love with a robber cause HE STOLE YOUR HEART. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; yes yes yes pete was bloody hot and he was on our side of the stage(: too bad i didn't get to catch his teeshirt which he threw to the crowd. eh panic come we be the first ones to buy ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the fob concert.&lt;br /&gt;came home like in the morning and i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog more about the concert in lj cause i don't think everyone would like to read about the concert.&lt;br /&gt;i got some photos and videos but i can barely make out what was happening in them cause my phone camera sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload the pictures as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;and pete is bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, brendon, you're still as cute as ever to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall save me the trouble of searching for 2 pictures when i can find a picture which both of them in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i319/wired_photos/Brendon_Urie_and_Pete_Wentz_Sexiest.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic, would you be darlings and come to singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned, i love moshpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we will be getting back our biology paper i think. and i don't want to see my marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just lost my mood and my touch to blog.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6550655179641986797?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6550655179641986797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; haha okay that tag was so long ago. we already got back results haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; i wasn't referring to you. i was referring to anyone else reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; hello x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; you always say you fail and in the end you get flying colours. i didn't use lucky underwear during exams howww?! cause i was saving it for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; hello you person with a heart in the form of an egg. i am not bad. you deleted my tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes ugly betty starts soon.&lt;br /&gt;now i have something to look forward to other than tomorrow (right sherry, thrina?)&lt;br /&gt;pe killed me and my arms.&lt;br /&gt;i scraped my knee and i refuse to bathe now cause my knee will hurt!&lt;br /&gt;and then i will start to cry in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and i will bathe in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate xingjuan cause she looked at a picture of me and claimed that it was saw 3 ):&lt;br /&gt;and i was sad in school today cause the prata finished by the time i went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, my sadness can be neutralised by my satisfaction (haha ljw's love for chem is influencial) because i managed to rub my umbrella onto cheryl's face thus making her wet, and drying my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i carried my tablet to school for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm addicted to chicken ham and cheese sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-499629613218254128?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/499629613218254128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=499629613218254128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/499629613218254128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/499629613218254128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/dewika-haha-okay-that-tag-was-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6808684280650383439</id><published>2007-03-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:30:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm quite happy actually that i passed amaths though it isn't exactly very high. its considering the fact that i was still quite lost at surds while the teacher was already finishing logs. now i am lost at alpha and beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really very drained right now and i just want to fall asleep on my bed. i think i gained weight cause it seemed that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg is really itchy. and so is my left wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday hurrrryyyy come pleaseeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't think melainne sucks anymore(: even though you deleted my tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy melainne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6808684280650383439?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6808684280650383439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6808684280650383439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6808684280650383439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6808684280650383439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-quite-happy-actually-that-i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-2236242380093599780</id><published>2007-02-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:07:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melainne sucks.&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/14208948-2236242380093599780?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/2236242380093599780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=2236242380093599780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2236242380093599780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/2236242380093599780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-heard-melainne-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7914862929227918896</id><published>2007-02-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:31:28.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;handphone is going to die on me soon.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7914862929227918896?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7914862929227918896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7914862929227918896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7914862929227918896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7914862929227918896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-879466500375278891</id><published>2007-02-26T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:55:55.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAZZIE!:&lt;/span&gt; hurry eatttt! it will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; you are sooo not nice considering the fact you pulled my blouse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natasha:&lt;/span&gt; hello(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; double good! eh what happened to alvin huh huh huh. anyway i don't want to go back there already. i need a new hairdresser too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha neverminddd its over anyway. SHERRY THRINA MADE ME SADDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg thrina just told me something in the looong bus ride home just now which is making me fret.&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;thrina!&lt;br /&gt;why do this to me!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so damn heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;let's pray that its not so soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;she can just go get someone else in uh 37 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERRY MADE ME SAD TOO.&lt;br /&gt;CLOWN WILL NOT BE A RULER! (i doubt you know what this means)&lt;br /&gt;omg all these possibilities are making me scared.&lt;br /&gt;should i ask?&lt;br /&gt;how. help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do 4 amaths questions D:&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't so many questions from the biology paper.&lt;br /&gt;i have tuition soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-879466500375278891?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/879466500375278891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=879466500375278891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/879466500375278891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/879466500375278891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-thrina-just-told-me-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9115087762467524900</id><published>2007-02-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:15:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS A CRISIS.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO MECHANICAL PENCIL.&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT A MECHANICAL PENCIL I CANNOT DO AMATHS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew not using my lucky underwear the day before amaths exam would bring me bad luck such as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9115087762467524900?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9115087762467524900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9115087762467524900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9115087762467524900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9115087762467524900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8453607003420029260</id><published>2007-02-25T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:26:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will continue to think you are the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will live in denial if I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue on biology. i swear. nothing ms li was talking about on friday and thursday entered my head. to make things worst, i don't even know the chapters tested. this is a sign that i should buck uppppppp. but i'm always like this in the beginning of the year. and then when the common test results kick my ass, i will go into overdrive. and continue to fail anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm still lost in space for amaths. i don't know howww to do logs. i've got to try out somemore questions argh. quit tuition at kallang cause its ridiculous to go that far for tuition (yes it took me 4 months to realise that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting fatter by alot cause i couldn't pull my jeans up D: so i was hopping and rolling and crawling and dancing in my room to get that dumb pair of jeans up. and another set of hopping to button and zip it up. i shall listen to my mom and eat green apples to lose weight. no idea how that helps but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair looks like a lion's mane (ROAR) and i need to cut it soon. like soon soon. maybe tuesday or maybe friday. or maybe next week. i shall see when someone can accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone teach me biology? please and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8453607003420029260?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8453607003420029260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8453607003420029260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8453607003420029260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8453607003420029260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-will-continue-to-think-you-are-same.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-9165451325581796104</id><published>2007-02-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:27:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to school today with no clue whatsoever about social studies. it was the first paper and it was okay. i only managed to write one paragraph for seq cause i ran out of time. but i didn't know what to write for the subsequent paragraphs anyway so it was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry was the death of me and i swear i died half way through the paper. i couldn't answer half the questions. contrary to what the teachers said, indicators and atomic structure didn't come out. unless i missed the page on those questions like what i did in sec 2. i missed a whole page on a 10 mark question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography was okay i guess but i think i identified the wrong bloody forest. okay nevermind. i can't do anything to the paper already. after geography i had time to scribble on my question paper haha. so its like filled with clowns. and more clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied winzu for amaths cause i needed help too. and this is so sad because clown's hair is being camouflaged! its her trademark and no one can see it. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today winzu reminded me of an incident when i wanted to tell my grandma that i didn't wish to be like my cousin when she asked me why i wasn't more like her (my cousin). because my mother tongue sucked so much i spouted some rubbish to her which turned out to mean,&lt;br /&gt;"cause i don't want to be a dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a scolding for saying that. i didn't mean. though it is true. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't feel like going to school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-9165451325581796104?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/9165451325581796104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=9165451325581796104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9165451325581796104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/9165451325581796104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-to-school-today-with-no-clue.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-7715129915319230779</id><published>2007-02-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:55:30.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh this sucks. i am so tired of studying i shall go straight to bed now. and because both my parents have gone downstairs in search for the ice cream man, there is no one to tuck me in today and i shall go sleep as a deprived, lonely, sad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies, geography and chemistry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-7715129915319230779?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/7715129915319230779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=7715129915319230779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7715129915319230779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/7715129915319230779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1338008985154027627</id><published>2007-02-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:00:48.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nadia: YEAH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasmin: haha your tags are like in the previous messages. and why are your tags stupid!? they are entertaining. eh don't look so sad okay? CHEER UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winzu: that is so lame winzu. its from some lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew I spent 1 hour yesterday reading all your posts. From bottom all the way up. And then another half hour reading through the other one. I read word by word. Reading some of your posts makes me want to just hug you and tell you that its okay. But I can't do that can? Haha god, you'd think I am crazy and then shun away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading your posts show that you're not the person you seem on the outside and I feel upset seeing you upset like that. I wish I could just tell you that I can be there for you. But neither can I do that because we're that far apart and its not like I know you that well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would go on more but since this is public, i shouldn't say out too much. i'm gonna start mentioning names soon and i need to stop before i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, bought coloured markers to make my notes more colourful so that i will be attracted to the colours and will get that drive to push me to read all the notes. i sound like a little kid but i don't care. okay i will not spend more than 10 minutes a day blogging until the end of the exams because i need to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AINSLEE YOU CAN DO IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO STUDYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAAAAAAAAARGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, I'm still praying just as hard as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1338008985154027627?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1338008985154027627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1338008985154027627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1338008985154027627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1338008985154027627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/nadia-yeah-yeah-yasmin-haha-your-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6642248081837460955</id><published>2007-02-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:26:05.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; you are so lame but anyway its hard to get me drunk :D yes i am obsessed with you. shh don't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; yeah i know. i watched in the plane. no one to check my age there what hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; cause its the only thing worthy to talk about here in sunny singapore. eeyerr i don't like POTO. get it? phantom of the opera (POTO) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; eh i already told you and i got you hooked too(: awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this what reason we are planning to give norliza for not having our project tomorrow (okay actually it was due like last week but i'm gonna pretend the deadline is tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When All That's Left Is You says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cikgu kita tidak dapat menghabiskan projek ini dalam masa yang talah diberikan oleh kerana masalah yang sugguh serius. tpc saya telah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mengecrash&lt;/span&gt; apabila kita mencuba membuat projek. saya tahu bahawa kita harus memberitahu cikgu ( first hand ) tetapi alah nya ( cue to cry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of you who don't understand malay, too bad. go pick it up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel proud of myself for managing to study yesterday and today. for the first time, my mom told me to stop and relax for the rest of the day. usually it would go something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom:&lt;/span&gt; what are you doing? i want you to go study now. i have not seen you at your desk for at least 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom:&lt;/span&gt; okay you can stop. stop, stop. don't need to study for today already. go relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had amaths tuition and i'm beginning to see some light and that reminds me that i have not done amaths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i want to go eat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6642248081837460955?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6642248081837460955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6642248081837460955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6642248081837460955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6642248081837460955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/winzu-you-are-so-lame-but-anyway-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-6077439853057580654</id><published>2007-02-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:31:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the happiest kid alive.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me smile, (:&lt;br /&gt;Watch me grin, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Watch me fall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-6077439853057580654?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/6077439853057580654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=6077439853057580654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6077439853057580654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/6077439853057580654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-happiest-kid-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-8776248091314752005</id><published>2007-02-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:30:40.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay my parents and i just negotiated and here is what they have to say,&lt;br /&gt;if i promise to get all A's and B's for my common tests, they will get me the fall out boy tickets right now.&lt;br /&gt;that is one heck of difficult promise to keep and i don't know if should agree to it because i have quite a high chance of failing amaths and emaths. and getting a C for chemistry (get it? C for chemistry and C grade for chemistry?) not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrina i hate youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you get to go for the concert that easily while i need to make so many compromises and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to tell my parents by the 26th so that the tickets will still be priced at $75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thrina woke me up today with an sms that read, "ass your sense of humour is sick". thanks.&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault that i find borat funny and always end up howling with laughter when i watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm going to get any closer to my A/B grade for each subject, i should start studying now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-8776248091314752005?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/8776248091314752005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=8776248091314752005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8776248091314752005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/8776248091314752005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-my-parents-and-i-just-negotiated.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-1170275351623079105</id><published>2007-02-18T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:39:05.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am absolutely pissed because blogger just forced me to move to some google account. to add on to it, i spent a hell lot of time creating a new blogskin only to find out that it is not compatible with mozilla. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now after wasting so much time i can finally go study. and my eyes have been red since yesterday cause i've been rubbing it too hard cause its so damn itchy. even the eyemo is not helping. and thanks to my big fat greedy mouth i ate a banana fondue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really want to do right now is to go somewhere where i don't know anyone and just sit there and study for the whole day. i don't care where. cause i'm pretty damn sure i cannot study in my room since it looks like a war zone. i can barely see my table cause its covered in books, papers and a whole lot of rubbish i never knew i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till now, i just realised i didn't thank those who gave me valentines day gifts.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you to, thrina, zoey, dewika, michelle, winzu, yasmin, annabelle, and celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now till i don't know when, i shall isolate myself from everyone and everything and i shall study non-stop. i will not answer my handphone, i will not answer the home phone, i will not think about clown, i will eat lunch while studying, i will not fall asleep, i will not turn on the radio, i will not use the internet every again until i am done studying for chemistry, social studies and geography and i will not leave this room until i am done studying. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or i will spend eternity as a frog. ribbit, ribbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post makes as much sense as teaching a chicken how to bellydance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drift, drift, drift.&lt;/span&gt; ha ha ha. so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-1170275351623079105?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/1170275351623079105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=1170275351623079105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1170275351623079105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/1170275351623079105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-absolutely-pissed-because-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117172151209537350</id><published>2007-02-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:11:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this handicapped guy at orchard yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just felt really sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I saw how he was trying to struggle to pick up a tissue he dropped.&lt;br /&gt;What touched me the most was that when I asked how much for a packet of tissue, he said, "Anything you want to give me".&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a dollar fifty.&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated going to the old folks' home.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I think its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Its cause it breaks my heart to see how many of them are being sent away just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old man in the train today.&lt;br /&gt;When the man beside him gave him space to sit, and the old man gratefully nodded towards his direction with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I would have done.&lt;br /&gt;Probably I would have been oblivious that someone did realise that I was there and was kind enough to give me somemore space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your letter over and over.&lt;br /&gt;What you say is really not what you do.&lt;br /&gt;I can easily count how many times you've not kept your word.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its something small.&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its better this way.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke too soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;We're back to square one and I already know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been affected by alot of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I see everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed a lot but I decided to blog all the rest in livejournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117172151209537350?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117172151209537350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117172151209537350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117172151209537350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117172151209537350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-saw-this-handicapped-guy_117172151209537350.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117172015559081301</id><published>2007-02-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:49:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n2:&lt;/span&gt; woah chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt; i will proceed to tell everyone your secret if you tell mine! haha still don't love you. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; oh you just saved me the trouble of posting it! haha you said it in my tagboard already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alcina:&lt;/span&gt; nono i don't care i shall insist that you liked 'him' too. i still feel quite stupid actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nikki:&lt;/span&gt; hellooo. yes i did roar my lungs out and it was fun. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went around the house saying this and my grandma had to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a tiger hear me roar. I'm a chicken hear me quack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when my warped mind decided that chickens quacked. tuition sucked. i stayed for 30 minutes more because my amaths skills are as good as a two year old's. in other words, is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really hungry and i think i shall go eat cornflakes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing here blogging when i can study amaths :D&lt;br /&gt;meet my new bestfriend, Panpac Additional Mathematics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117172015559081301?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117172015559081301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117172015559081301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117172015559081301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117172015559081301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/n2-woah-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117168729644115551</id><published>2007-02-17T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:41:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DON'T WANT TO GO FOR TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will groan and wail all the way to kallang to show the members of the public how much i loathe going for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117168729644115551?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117168729644115551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117168729644115551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117168729644115551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117168729644115551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-want-to-go-for-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117161612386811258</id><published>2007-02-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:28:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; you're so getting influenced by sherry. see lah follow her example somemore! tsk your new blog can be &lt;a href="http://www.yassielicious.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.yassielicious.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; huh really ah no mistakes? eh no my family is like another group altogether HAHA. just so you know, i'm never changing her name. and stupid person you haven't told me why you deleted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOU MELAINNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt; ehh shh! very obvious you know! and it was good reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOU XINGJUAN&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; tsk more work me when i'm replying tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; winnnieeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; and somebody was unfortunate enough to run HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin!:&lt;/span&gt; same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alcina:&lt;/span&gt; omg not in my blog!? and i swear i thought she was a guy! not my fault ): and you thought 'he' was cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carissa:&lt;/span&gt; no no i am not emo! its only red cause yellow hurts my eyes and i couldn't find a suitable colour so red it was :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so I lied and I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have been gone for a long time. i was just too lazy to enter my username and password to enter blogger so whatever. this week, uhh i forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the common tests. i hate myself so much for not knowing the meaning of cerewet and berunding. really i do. that is the stupidest of the mistakes i could make. and for literature, i answered one whole question wrongly. thanks whoever who phrased that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe wasn't any better because we were made to stand in the parade square for what seemed like 450 years. okay actually pe wasn't so bad. i didn't feel like running that day anyway. my neck was very painful and so i couldn't turn my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more bad thing. i got my emaths test back. i did really badly. so bad that its almost funny. okay shut up ainslee you're supposed to be remorseful that you did so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was chinese new year celebrations. partly why i didn't use red was cause i woke up late and had to time to dig my ever messy wardrobe for the blouse i wanted. so school uniform it was. performances were okay i guess. after which, went out with sherry, thrina and yasmin. i swear orchard was so dead today. walked then ate at uh... oh yeah subway. it was nice but too much for me. then ice cream for dessert and went home with thrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish the thunder would shut up. i'm trying to enjoy my song here and i hear loud booms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, go watch this because i forgot everything i wanted to say. probably cause i have not taken my bath yet and everyone knows that you can't think while you're dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sharpest lives - my chemical romance (there is no official video so i had to get the death note one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJVhVKwXfpM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJVhVKwXfpM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous last words - my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bbTtPL1jRs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bbTtPL1jRs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117161612386811258?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117161612386811258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117161612386811258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117161612386811258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117161612386811258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/yasmin-youre-so-getting-influenced-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117113194415993835</id><published>2007-02-11T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:33:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i have a lot of tags to reply today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; haha thank you anyway and i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; of course i love her, she's the hot thing man. anyway i don't want to buy already cause sherry can send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; at least she did come to school so technically the preparation wasn't for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; yeah actually her name supposed to be on the top right HAHA. anyway omg why are you so egoistic and lame. and what vice-chair of your blog man. so i can go in anytime and blog ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; aww but i still replied your previous tags right. and if i rock, you rock too cause we are like connected? ass and body HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aida:&lt;/span&gt; hello! yes i know the kill is 'awezammm' HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; so you're like bald now right. oh and btw i am not at all egoistic. at least not as bad as sherry right. HAHA. and what talking you rare people of significance!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; yeah i saw yasmin already. no hair at all. very shiny. and no new name lah! clown is like the best. and i am updating cause i feel obliged to you. for no reason. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theresa:&lt;/span&gt; okay i shall add your name in this post okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay uhh. the tag replies already drained me. anyway went to starbucksssss with nadiah, ryhan and dewi. i think we stayed there for pretty long but i feel so sad cause no one wanted to follow me to the somerset starbucks to see ____ there): and then fell asleep on the mrt and i was very scared i missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt very stupid when i went home because i entered the lift and pressed the for the 10th floor and then didn't press the door close button. so i closed my eyes to rest while the lift travelled up but when i opened it, i was still at the 1st floor with the door still open. and i don' even know why the lift didn't close by itself. i bet there was some supernatural force that was pressing the door open button. omg shut up ainslee. i am scaring myself and i'm alone in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, bathed, ate, slept. and i'm supposed to be doing homework. and i'm hungry. and i have proved that i have a very short attention span because it took me 1 hour to just write my name and class on the summary paper. stupid blog kept distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i can write ulasan for the malay programme thing on a cartoon. puteri gunung ledang! i watched it in primary 4 and i still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, I think you really are very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I start to avoid you because maybe I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I am not that good of a friend afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for feeling sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry because I can't do anything much about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't think of you as i used to a long time ago because you changed my impression that very day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so harsh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you ever do figure out this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would stick to what you say.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I wish this would continue.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would realise something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each part was for someone different. happy figuring which is for who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i love these people. you should too.&lt;br /&gt;CLOWN!!! (yeah okay you don't need to love her cause she's kinda taken haha)&lt;br /&gt;sherry&lt;br /&gt;thrina&lt;br /&gt;yasmin&lt;br /&gt;winzu&lt;br /&gt;evelyn&lt;br /&gt;dewika&lt;br /&gt;theresa&lt;br /&gt;(its in random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'll add you if you wish to be added and of course if i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmymummy my blanket dropped to the floor. and i'm freezing. and the air condition is set a 26 degrees bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will do the newspaper report now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll make a wish and send it to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;tsk the post very long i don't want to check for grammar/spelling mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117113194415993835?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117113194415993835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117113194415993835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117113194415993835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117113194415993835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-i-have-lot-of-tags-to-reply-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117076006486085910</id><published>2007-02-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:08:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; YAY lets do it (maybe not) HAHA and my mom does not need to go through anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt; omg eww so when you pee in your pants you just dry them? okay lah i love you too &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xingjuan:&lt;/span&gt; hi xingju, why are you bored during com club!? so fun to play with fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; no i am not feeling guilty and i am so tempted to say that i don't love you but since you followed me back to class today i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA i love you too! oh yeah remember thrina only dries her pants when she wets it. and and i wash my clothes when i feel helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; hahah you piece of thing who left early from school! i shall repeat this again! i didn't even see you today okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea why we are talking about what to do when we wet our pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THRINA &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YASMIN &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE WINZU &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE SHERRY &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE CLOWN &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so nobody can say i don't love them. hoho. anyway english was really screwed up today because i forgot to do some parts and i slept for 20 minutes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do agree with winzu that i am going crazy because i planned the day so well so that there will be no glitches. i don't even know if she'll be there to see it. right down to my clothes to my hairclips, scrunchie, socks, hair and even what bag. ohwell thats what i have to do since i don't get the luxury of seeing her often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winzu please don't be sad okay? you will do well for your piano exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay one of these days i really need someone to follow me to town to get my cd. and omg saturday is the bahas. I AM NOT READY AT ALL. I CANNOT BAHAS. I CANNOT BERTUTUR DALAM BAHASA MELAYU DENGAN LANCAR. I AM GOING TO MAKE FOOL OF MYSELF. i am so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117076006486085910?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117076006486085910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117076006486085910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117076006486085910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117076006486085910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/winzu-sad-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-117050630409928996</id><published>2007-02-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:50:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha 'my ass' is such old news already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; go on, lol somemore! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadia:&lt;/span&gt; okay now i need to go hide again :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natasha:&lt;/span&gt; hello chem partner! see you during the next chem lesson(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; i know like duh, i came up with it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; haha i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; you can live in denial for all you want hahaha. and yes i miss you and still have my bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chairman of anti-shit:&lt;/span&gt; you know what, 4 minutes after you posted that, i signed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; she is on hiatus. the serious ass is here to replace her for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAZWANI!:&lt;/span&gt; yes yes i will try not to stress myself out and oh oh i already bought your lollipop. remind me to give you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess i was gone for a long time. don't know actually. but i came here to tell everyone that even though sherry refuses to blog, i still love a truckload because she got quite worried when i didn't reply her message online and didn't reply her sms. so sorry sherry (alliteration). my msn was a bit bonkers yesterday and i didn't receive any messages and i was asleep when you sent me that message):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway main point, I &lt;3 SHERRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on. my tutor claims that 'Maths is a key to success" and this further proves to show that a dark dark future lays in front of me. judging from the the fact that i failed all my maths exams last year and just scraped through the maths end of years, it pretty much shows how screwed i am. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i was thinking of dropping amaths, my tutor comes along to tell me that amaths is essential to get a good degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will bahas on saturday and i will try my very best not to screw up. i keep laughing at myself when i look into the mirror and bahas to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was tempted to go to somerset starbucks today but sadly i didn't cause it will look stupid for me to go there and drink kopi alone. oh and i will be extremely grateful to anyone who will bother to teach me logs and chemistry. please and thank you. i feel like peeing in my pants whenever i look at the chemistry ten year series. yes its that difficult to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 4 year old cousin says this to all of you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hdfytretttd. (i guess its his way of saying hello)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-117050630409928996?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/117050630409928996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=117050630409928996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117050630409928996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/117050630409928996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/02/sherry-hahaha-my-ass-is-such-old-news.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116990398845631892</id><published>2007-01-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:19:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't need any of this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, exhausted and on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to blog whenever I feel better and at the rate I am going, it's not going to be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116990398845631892?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116990398845631892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116990398845631892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116990398845631892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116990398845631892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-really-dont-need-any-of-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116980563297787033</id><published>2007-01-26T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:02:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUSANNNNNA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will get you your present on sunday and i am strongly against you strutting around school with presents. haha anywayyy go enjoy your new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will reply tags and blog properly later. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i'm jealous of your new phone which you have yet to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116980563297787033?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116980563297787033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116980563297787033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116980563297787033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116980563297787033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-belated-birthday-susannnnna-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116963734421017770</id><published>2007-01-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:18:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ryhan:&lt;/span&gt; who? who? who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; aww i missed you too but you always pretend not to notice me when you see me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; i've been adding more lines to the heart shape haha and i think you guys are about equal(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came here to blog cause i had 3 important things to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first joke of the century:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to join the malay perbahasan. in other words, malay debate. i think i'm gonna die in there because it takes 1 hour for my brain to process the words. first all my thoughts are thought of in english and then it has to go to another section where the sentence is translated into malay. then the remaining words which i don't know how to translate need to be sent to another section where i use my (limited) vocab to find another word to replace the one i can't translate. you see how long it takes!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time the debate is over i will still be phrasing my first sentence. worse come to worst, i will just declare the debate over myself and let the other team win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second joke of the century:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasmin totally boarded the bus using coins and when alighting, she started tapping her card and started to panic (at the disco) when it couldn't work before realising that she didn't use her card to board in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third joke of the century:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherry wants to make this her msn nick: "I absorb heat; I'm hot" (cue to roll your eyes and get boulders to hurl at sherry when you see her tomorrow) HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus in conclusion, this century shall only have 3 jokes cause i say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is the less important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the literature test and my hand was dying and i hope the teacher understands what i'm writing cause i'm pretty sure i was writing something that looked like german to me. anyway today school ended fast and i finally managed to go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today after putting back the registers, i got stuck outside the hall. so i was wandering around like some lost soul and joined the councillors at the back gate. and when i was finally allowed back into the hall, i sat down to rest and everyone immediately got dismissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116963734421017770?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116963734421017770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116963734421017770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116963734421017770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116963734421017770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/ryhan-who-who-who-melainne-aww-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116930954602723178</id><published>2007-01-20T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:15:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just knew today wouldn't be a good day cause i woke up saying, "fuck". the signs of a bad day. stupid renovation in the house above me was so annoying i had to watch tv using earphones. then hurried to do my tuition homework and rushed to the tuition center like some mad chicken only to find that the teacher was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came back. ate. didn't expect any visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad was being hilarious today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; do you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad:&lt;/span&gt; no i'm too full i can't eat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; * takes a big mouthful of my cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its no use repeating it over and over again cause anything said too many times, eventually loses its meaning. so whatever. and i hate tuesday so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to make most of my fantasies reality now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step 1:&lt;/span&gt; you blindfold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step 2:&lt;/span&gt; you jump on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step 3:&lt;/span&gt; you take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;and neither do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116930954602723178?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116930954602723178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116930954602723178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116930954602723178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116930954602723178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-knew-today-wouldnt-be-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116921523325649731</id><published>2007-01-19T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:03:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; you guess and tell me. hahaha it is spelt as shephard man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; i don't want to people to smack or bully me already! especially you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; aww miss you too but you see me during literature man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today thrina, yasmin and me did not go for house practice and they came over to my house to watch the hills have eyes. my mom insists we pakat to do that. the movie was gooooood. but really thrina screamed like so loudly it pierced my pathetic eardrum and i could hear an echo. HAHA. okay sorry. anyway half the movie the pillow was covering their faces please. oh and thrina got shocked at the same part twice. thats how good she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet they didn't even watch most of the good parts. and sherry totally ditched us to go to her grandma's house when she specifically told me to bring her jeepers creepers 2. which i obediently did. and what does she do? disappear at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today while waiting for mass run to begin i was beginning to panic (at the disco) cause i was afraid that i wouldn't be able to run well. but i managed to run pretty okay just that my diaphragm hurt alot and i felt annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got homework. i got tuition. i got stuff to do. i need to buy shoes but my mom decided to go for a wedding on sunday. i secretly bet she doesn't know whose wedding she's attending and wants to do that as an excuse not to take me shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my tanaman and i feel like a jolly good fellow cause i am jolly good fellow. and right now i am into dan bryd. don't blame me if he doesn't look good in google cause i have not googled him yet and i'm lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i am going through my yearbooks right now and drawing hearts on a certain page. HAHAHA. go figure on whose picture and you will get a piece of eraser from me(: i got alot of erasers and i want to clear them all. i feel so bad for cutting down rubber trees to get their latex. and these rubber products are just lying in my drawer. so i will be very environmental friendly and make full use of them by giving them to those who need it more than i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need right now is a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway main event of the day: thrina's screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die you self centred thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116921523325649731?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116921523325649731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116921523325649731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116921523325649731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116921523325649731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/yasmin-you-guess-and-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116886439843115207</id><published>2007-01-15T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:58:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winzu:&lt;/span&gt; winzu what a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yasmin:&lt;/span&gt; omg i was sounded kuku? i what way?! and where were you today huh. you and sherry ah. plot not to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheryl, no i have not lost my sense of humour. why does everyone assume things like these. anyway today was fine. i'm done with most of my homework at least. and i'm beginning to understand surds a teeny weeny little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist that shephard is pronounced as sheffard. my theory is that phantom is pronounced as fhantom and not panthom so same goes for shephard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho on the way back today i had a sweet daydream about me and clown. brought a smile to my face and yes, i was smiling from like marsiling to woodlands? i bet the people thought i was crazy or something. so far all my books are clean and have not been scribbled with clown's name all over but rest be assured, i will start really soon. these few days i am learning new pen tricks i can do with my fingers so kinda hard to doodle at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely random note though, i wish you would just drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;please and thank youuuuuuuuuu :D&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116886439843115207?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116886439843115207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116886439843115207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116886439843115207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116886439843115207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/winzu-winzu-what-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116870581029553988</id><published>2007-01-14T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:36:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; why do you make me sound so pathetic? tskk i will bully you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zee:&lt;/span&gt; expected you to tag with 'joe' instead. and i wonder why you get the luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went by fast.&lt;br /&gt;like fassssst.&lt;br /&gt;went to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;went back to gombak.&lt;br /&gt;went to kallang.&lt;br /&gt;went back to gombak.&lt;br /&gt;went to yishun again.&lt;br /&gt;went to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoped and hoped and hoped to see someone but sadly no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a girl attempting to make her 2 barbie dolls kiss while pole dancing in the mrt. tsk she was only maybe 4 years old and she's already learning that. and the parents found it adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a stupid old man whom i presume is dumb because he couldn't say excuse me, pushed me, and threw my bag on the floor before stopming out of the mrt. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my school uniform and tie on so in other words i couldn't do anything so i stood there blushing. i went home that day with a black face. not that i'm already tanned but you know what i mean when i say black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i hate. people asking me what is happening in the middle of the movie because they are too bloody afraid to open their goddamn eyes and watch the movie. if you're scared, get out of the damn room or don't watch the movie and leave me alone in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone ever does that again, i swear i will lose my cool and will do something i regret. so if you want to watch anything with me, shut the heck up and watch it and ask me after the movie. if you're scared, go catch fish instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i had my way, 4 people would be dead. my dear clown who doesn't share the same love as me, ___, ____ and the dumb, bag throwing old man in the mrt. screw all of you and may you have something horribe happen to you which i will not say here because i am far too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of my sense of humour is there. that is a good thing i guess. and yvonne ong has been insisting that i look 'perpetually sad' but the thing is i'm not. unless she wants me to walk around the school the whole day grinning. i am happy and to further prove that here is a big smiley in bold. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye is very very itchy and its starting to get painful. its either i've been rubbing it too hard or something horrible is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall thrill myself by playing mind games with myself all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just so you know, i won't forget that day at starbucks. showed me what kind of a person i was. so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116870581029553988?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116870581029553988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116870581029553988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116870581029553988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116870581029553988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/melainne-why-do-you-make-me-sound-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116861114835447230</id><published>2007-01-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:12:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have got really smart friends. evelyn and thrina gave me 10 cents and 20 cents respectively and expected me to take a bus using 30 cents. but yeah i managed to dig up coins from my wallet anyway. my wallet was dry after the stupid biology ten year series ate all my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt; yeah i've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evelyn:&lt;/span&gt; i've had chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that was funny and if you don't agree i'd say that you a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca day was okay i guess. same old thing every year. so nothing new. attempted to watch wolf creek but i couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. maybe tomorrow. and i got homework):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start tomorrow. tomorrow shall be a maths, e maths, biology and english. sounds impossible but i can do it. and while my grandma is happily getting her massage, i shall do my tuition homework. and then on sunday i shall do revision before lunch. after lunch shall be that stupid 7 newspaper reports. okay i got my time spaced out. so i guess watching movies would be like around 12 midnight on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally did the speech thing in front of the class today and it wasn't too bad actually. just made me realise even more about what i miss from last year but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh shit i am tired and SHERRY LEFT ME ONLINE WHEN I SPECIFICALLY TOLD HER BRB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116861114835447230?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116861114835447230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116861114835447230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116861114835447230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116861114835447230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-got-really-smart-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116852316163131214</id><published>2007-01-11T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:46:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started.&lt;br /&gt;school ended.&lt;br /&gt;i came home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116852316163131214?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116852316163131214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116852316163131214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116852316163131214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116852316163131214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/dewika-youre-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116843204010973280</id><published>2007-01-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:27:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CHERYL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEWI! (FROM, YOUR ASS)&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/14208948-116843204010973280?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116843204010973280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116843204010973280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116843204010973280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116843204010973280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-belated-birthday-cheryl-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116843192692198188</id><published>2007-01-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:25:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melainne:&lt;/span&gt; stupid melainne. and tag during lesson somemore. haha i miss you too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was alright i guess. but i keep forgetting to bring books all the time. and while i was reading bridget's diary today, i had to stop reading cause it was too funny and i was laughing in public. stayed back to do homework which i managed to do. hoho i rushed home so that i can watch a movie but now i can't find a good movie to watch cause i feel so hungry. can't concentrate while i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips are all cut after eating the pineapple(: but i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw an asian brendon in the train that day. his hair was the same. the sideburns also the same. the spectacles also the same. everything also the same except asian brendon was tanner. he got down at... um forgot. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear my mom is taking so long to come back with my dinner and i'm very very very hungry. this week i shall try to go buy new shoes cause i'm sick of people telling me my shoes are purple. its grey okay! &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;G.R.E.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and tomorrow got computer club. they chose to give me less homework on the wrong day. and i should stop eating cup noodles or i'm gonna die of MSG overdose. okay you don't die of MSG overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;i hear hurt on the radio and i feel this strong urge to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my eye has been itching since like the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my teeshirt is very loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my brendon's picture has fallen on top of my printer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my lips are still very painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haha i got reminded of an incident now. cynthia was looking a my (huge) collection of brendon pictures and she first thing she said when she saw him was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IS THAT MICHAEL JACKSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brendon not that ugly okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;woah shit my lips are very painful. or maybe its my gums. can't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116843192692198188?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116843192692198188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116843192692198188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116843192692198188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116843192692198188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/melainne-stupid-melainne.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116834990147015934</id><published>2007-01-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:38:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch out cause i'm gonna whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116834990147015934?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116834990147015934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116834990147015934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116834990147015934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116834990147015934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/watch-out-cause-im-gonna-whine.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116826746967308804</id><published>2007-01-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:44:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ryhan:&lt;/span&gt; i guess i showed you my reaction online righttt(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrina:&lt;/span&gt; thank you for feeling my pain and i was hoping no one would notice that mistake cause i'm lazy to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dewika:&lt;/span&gt; that's ryhan's friend. and aww we met today so its okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; huh what talking you. i didn't say anything about long or short tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit my dad is damn funny. he was reading through my english notes and one of the sentences the teacher gave was, "a noun is a naming word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his immediate reaction: wahhh now only you know ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit it was so hilarious i had to stop writing cause my hands were shaking too much from laughing and i was drawing wiggly lines everywhere with my shaky hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow must go to school early): actually everyday also must go earlier. i cannot live like this. argh. and bio is still killing me and i feel like a sotong in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddd i want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116826746967308804?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116826746967308804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116826746967308804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116826746967308804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116826746967308804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/ryhan-i-guess-i-showed-you-my-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116805943921804510</id><published>2007-01-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:58:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sherry:&lt;/span&gt; how can anyone possibly be bored online?! go blog hop man. anyway your tag was like so long ago anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because ryhan was complaining that my previous post was -_-'ish i shall do a new one. but i can't be bothered to correct spelling mistakes in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night's campfire was disappointing. the performances were good but the cheers weren't were. and i swear this year's thousand legged worm was so short. last year in the hall was wayyy better. and it was a total heartbreak that clown didn't even think of coming back to crescent): even cow did /: i think i was sitting against the pillar at the landscape garden sleeping for a short time. thrina's dad gave me a lift home and i went home straight and jumped into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i didn't go for the art entrance exam so i will not be taking art next year. and i'm glad. cause i can't do what the previous art girls have done. though i saw a painting of mine (more like my mom's) in the art room. and then thing is, my mom doesn't even go to crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new class has been okay i guess. but still i miss 2g2 so so so much. i feel tempted to turn into the third storey when i'm climbing up the rotunda. teachers have been okay. biology teacher is making me hate bio. the others are fine. and i'm lost in biology already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i need to go bathe and eat lunch before i head out for tuition which is like at 3 and will last till 6pm. its like 3 hours of a maths and e maths. 3 hours of maths is like a prison sentence to me. and i digged out my busted cd so i shall listen to it before i bathe. yeah, i'm procrastinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116805943921804510?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116805943921804510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116805943921804510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116805943921804510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116805943921804510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/sherry-how-can-anyone-possibly-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14208948.post-116800725020812573</id><published>2007-01-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:27:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm breaking out like shit.&lt;br /&gt;my screen is cocking up and i can't see what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;i can barely hold my head up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so tired even only after three days of school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die for the nextt two years.&lt;br /&gt;my nose is itching like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring all my dvds to ,y grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;i probably have a milluion mistakes in this entry cause i can't see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14208948-116800725020812573?l=feelingfaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116800725020812573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14208948&amp;postID=116800725020812573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116800725020812573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14208948/posts/default/116800725020812573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingfaint.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-breaking-out-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
