<?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-7190183207975625821</id><updated>2011-08-28T01:59:31.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi LifE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2428486936532499910</id><published>2011-04-28T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:19:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi again</title><content type='html'>wohoo!~ hi all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BACK!~ =)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!~ can u believe it!` im in year 3 liaox!~ time flies right.. the next thing u know.. i will hav graduated and practising liaoz!~ *faints* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niway!~ its crazy in year 3!~ its like they dont allow us to rest enuf man!~ its one thing followed by another thing and another thing!~ wow!~ hectic like hell man!~ its like a 9-5 /9-6 everyday except thurs!~ how r we supposed to survive... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niway!~ following the blog posts.. WOW~~ this year im turning 21.. like pretty unbelievable man!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niway im not gonna moan n groan about life.. cause life sucks!~ right!~ it does!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore this part cause im gonna complain!~ &lt;br /&gt;u know wud!~ im so broke.. even hav to owe my elder brother $$!! can u believe it!~ im still a student n people expect me to pay for my own stuff!~ its crazy i tell u... and they say i can quit my job!~ RIGHT!~ then how am i supposed to survive!? when my dad's income is jux enuf to pay for the CRAZILY EXPENSIVE BILLS!!! n he only earns $600+ a month! n my elder brother who earns like...4 times that amnont of $$ is only willing to fork out $ for my younger brother's tuition n expenses + marketing $! its amazing man!~ $^%$^!!!! all my fren hav their parents paying for their expenses + hp bills + they even hav enuf $ for lunch!~ and cause my @$#@%#$@%$ brother earns enuf, we r not qualified for low income bursaries!!~! ARGH!~ = more n more broke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna celebrate my 21st in a chalet..i hope it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really wana go for atachment in ireland... which is not gonna happen cause its jux too ex!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okies!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self note ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to get bday present for bad best frewn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to self-treat for passing my driving!~*collecting $50 for pizza @ home* [i applied my driving licence @ TP on the 21st april!~ n gungun got his on the same date!~ wow!~ talking abt co-incidences!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to study on this weekend and monday... wonder who is willing to go out n study with me!~ house has too many distractions!~ its crazy!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to go running/cycling/walking/jogging soon!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to go out for a movie!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2428486936532499910?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2428486936532499910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2428486936532499910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2428486936532499910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2428486936532499910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-again.html' title='hi again'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6281639629907911212</id><published>2010-11-30T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:22:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wads new</title><content type='html'>sat- went out with ct .. to cathey to celeb her bday.. my treat.. as her bday present.. i was wondering.. was did she do for my bday.. NOTHING? oh well.. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat 6pm- post rapunzel movie, went OC + the shopping centre opp  OC, connected to OC... when i received an sms frm my mom.. my 1st uncle frm my dad side who got 'lock down syndrome' who had blod clot in basilar artery 3 months ago.. got into critical condition.. went to KTPH from 9-10.30pm.. slept at 1am only to b woken up at 2.30am to my mom talking to my aunt on the phone.. with news that my uncle passed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( bz with the wake n etc till 5-6pm... =( i jux saw him on sunday =( he was so happie.. laughed... omg.. i cant believe time passed by so faz.. life flickers jux liddat... miss visiting him at his lentor residence.. sigh.. if i were in my cousins place i would b disraught since shes the only child.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing friday n weekend&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;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;Dude.. cant forget u.. im going crazy.. i hope time can erase u frm my mind just like how i can erase u frm my msn n fb..  &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. over liaox.. a close frewn lost..&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2010/11/wads-new.html' title='wads new'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5516992042384725766</id><published>2010-11-27T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:26:42.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>activate my blog</title><content type='html'>haha!~ elo all!~ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i am, again, after 9 months!~ my most updated updates!!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!~ year one of poly jux flew by.. now im in year 2 poly!~ 2nd sem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can u imagine all the excruciating torture i went thru. oh man,, u wont coz ur not me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone said that i have been complaining since jc.. oh well.. if u didnt wanna hear.. then jux tell me off.. why did u even bother to reply me.. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if any1 still reads my blog. i hope not.. since its been inactive , now is my time to vomit all the bloody brain diarrhea here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st) coz my frewns in uni r bz with their examz n life.. dont feel like bothering them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd) coz the other FRIEND i sms ... wants us to b normal friends..(i tot we were normal frewns in the 1st place.. how to i depromote a normal friend to? = so i dlt him frm fb,msn an*supposedly hp* but i got no heart to dlt his number.. dude.. duno why but ur already like a close frewn to me.. though i only met u once.. oh well..ur number is still in my hp.. i already said bye to u dude..so its a bye.. guess u wont recognize me outside...coz i dont feel like saying hi to u nimore..sometimes words do hurt dude.. n "Sorry i sounded harsh" doesnt make it better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd) Im bloody exhausted frm clinicals that i can only sms/tok on the phone.. its like morning 3am wake up to finish reasearching about some clinical condition, 6am head to sgh, 8-5pm clinicals, 6.30-home + dinner 7.30-8.30-a short driving game with my bro on his ps2, 9pm-sleep......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh..pathetic life aint it.. but when i see the aunties walking with less/no pain.. it jux makes me feel a lot better &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, bout my mom.. after her RT her skin got burnt..n we cant paste the gauze on her coz it sticks n tears her skin... omg la..but its drying up with my consistent dressing..oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life will b pathetic with one less friend n my other issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well i still hav my other frewn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot to mention.. my ex-classmate who i always chat with... since the day i diverted topic 3 times in convo when he was asking for wad i feel for him.......................is also not replying............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats 2 frewns gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see.. do i hav more frewns missing..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2010/11/activate-my-blog.html' title='activate my blog'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2418969752262027833</id><published>2010-02-03T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:46:46.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wohoo!!~ im baaccckkkk!!~ actually i was back on monday.. n guess wad?!?! no1 CARED!! at all.. my dad only miss called me once.. N thats it!!~ so cool!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ouh.. hear this.. i realised that studying out is SO much MORe Productive!!~see someone study.. n u feel like studying too!!~ its like i covered 5 topics..!!~ 5/19 done..!~ whoa!!~ really whoa lerh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing it again this sat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tink im going to s'pore's air show.. though i tink its dumb to charge $20 to enter...but since a person mentioned that its like the grandest in asia n only happens every 2 years.... ouh well.. if u have the interest n see-ing flying objects turning n blowing fire/coloured gas in its wake.. well i tink its for u... &gt;&lt; im scared of these flying objects... what if they loose control n bang below?!?!... so many casualties..bleh!! MY TEST TML!!~ shyt !~ time to study... *i havent started!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2418969752262027833?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2418969752262027833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2418969752262027833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2418969752262027833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2418969752262027833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/wohoo-im-baaccckkkk-actually-i-was-back.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1816112552450545483</id><published>2010-01-31T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:35:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;""</title><content type='html'>pon sch on tues - pei my mom do biopsy in NUH(had to settle the docs for 1 month to get the subsidy by govt)&lt;br /&gt;pon sch on fri- thurs nite my bro hospitalised; was at ttsh frm 8pm-3am; was at ttsh on fri the whole day&lt;br /&gt;sat- mendaki(cover up for my bro), waited 1.5 hours at causeway to buy prepaid modem for my bro, only to b told off by the **** sales person bcoz i never bring i/c &amp;amp; need to pay by cash, ************ becoz i have to buy for my idiot brother hu only eat macs/kfc 3 macchicken n one dropped on the bus, only to be stepped.. n when i go home, he's happily mapling (which he does frm 2-9pm everday) n he pon religious class because of that... thats it.. my limit bursted.. i blew it.. my mom told me, im free to stay at my friends place n not go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh well, this might b the last time im using my netbookie..ouh wells, jux in case im not coming home tonight.. buaix all =)=) *wonder wad it feels like to stay out all nite..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1816112552450545483?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1816112552450545483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1816112552450545483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1816112552450545483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1816112552450545483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&lt;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5118306539576540281</id><published>2009-12-28T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:20:57.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>angry..&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate guys..&lt;br /&gt;for those guys hu i shoo-ed off /ignored / wadever...&lt;br /&gt;well...sry.. i hope u people can move on in life *(if u ever read this)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can religion be forced onto people?&lt;br /&gt;how can u force something that shld be free-ly accepted?&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u... this is wad happen if u do that onto ur own daughter/sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kid will :&lt;br /&gt;-dislike u&lt;br /&gt;-feel caged&lt;br /&gt;-REBEL&lt;br /&gt;-not accept the religion freely&lt;br /&gt;-question if the religion is really moulds men into these kind of egoistical beasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REBEL-ed&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;i scream...&lt;br /&gt;finally i was heard..&lt;br /&gt;exempted frm going to camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im angry. not only at the point that men hold a higher status...&lt;br /&gt;but at the women hu gossips.. hu is kepo like no1 business...&lt;br /&gt;to ask for my younger brother's school n results.. they attack me from front (girl child) , side (the mother) ,side (sister)&lt;br /&gt;WTF! im damn pissed!~&lt;br /&gt;is this wad religion teach u?&lt;br /&gt;fine!~ i shall not obey.. u people cando wadever u wan.. but i wont attend all the stupid youth lessons anymore..u people r BS!~&lt;br /&gt;n another thing... i was happily helping out... ok la.. happy happy even though it izint my duty.. n guess wad?.. i got scolded WTH!~i hate the way u people dont do wad u say&lt;br /&gt;n another 'preacher' was saying how the women in the medical stream still r not allowed to touch males hu r not their muhrim (male family members) ..SO wad? i cant help the old man to walk? if the young man hu have done a knee replacement fall i jux ignore him!? im pissed...wad kind of religion doesnt preach kindness/helpfullness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my HOLS r dissapearing!!` so scary!!~ n i had only one day to myself for the past week to play a bit!!~~ anw, SHAREZ outing was superb.. though bad best frewn came down with a fever + flu =(.... sigh!~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in return for not going religious camp, i cant go out..have to study at home.. "*depressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE MEN!~&lt;br /&gt;angry..&lt;br /&gt;furious..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why people have BF.. izint that running away frm a cagey father into another cage?..&lt;br /&gt;cant that..&lt;br /&gt;cant this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyt.. damn pissing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5118306539576540281?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5118306539576540281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5118306539576540281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5118306539576540281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5118306539576540281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3107789058642534854</id><published>2009-12-05T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:11:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying</title><content type='html'>hahah...&lt;br /&gt;1month++ of not blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.. n 1 month ++ of lesser msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly due to comp down + bz + exam in 2 days n i havent started touching my book!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i got myself a new netbook.. my very own internet connection.. though streaming is a &lt;a href="mailto:$@$%"&gt;$@$%&lt;/a&gt;#&amp;amp; coz its like damn LOW commection in my room.. but heh!! its something better then squabbling with my younger bro for internet everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, a few new updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 my younger PSLE results are out.. muahahha!! he did worse then me...since no1 reads thos blog nimore.. its 230.. so weak la!! hahaha.. now every1 crossing fingers so tt he can go kranji!!~ wohoo!!~ went back kranji for open house!! rocks man!! wohooo!! niway only my humans n maths teacher recognise me..lol!!~ the rest dunno hu i am with tudong.. depressing...bohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 im a SPA member.. so people hu wanna get medical book from the novena medical bookshop can ask me for my card to get discount for the books...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 gonna help out for std chart tml.. hope i dont faint of exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i have been sick!! so irritating la...fever 39.4!!   .. flu!! cough.. shit la.. my immune system down again.. haix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i having fever so i ON the fan...&lt;br /&gt;but when i ON the fan i get running nose n blocked nose... n i cant sleep so i OFF the fan&lt;br /&gt;then my body temp rise again...then i sponge myself...then i get my flu again!!&lt;br /&gt;WTH!! so how the hell do i do anything!!&lt;br /&gt;my body homeostasis is not doing a gd job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i have changed my hp number.. so take note of tt... the updated hp no is on FB!!&lt;br /&gt;even my lecturers use FB to do class/lecture discussion.. n when we comment, we get Active participation points!! how cool is tt!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i have dumped the new guy i knew.. lol.. i deleted him on fb n didnt inform him of my updated hp no.. if ur reading this.. dude.. i remembered i gave u the deadline.. too bad.. its up ... haha.. i shall not waste my time on u.. lol... (sounds wrong but ouh well.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate smokers... if only my dad didnt smoke..whoa!!!~ my nose sooooooo pain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3107789058642534854?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3107789058642534854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3107789058642534854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3107789058642534854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3107789058642534854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/dying.html' title='dying'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7596365571424354507</id><published>2009-10-28T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:47:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouh no</title><content type='html'>even though my eyes n my muscles r killing me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to update before anything goes away frm my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my 2nd attachment today.. got into geriatrics.. *old people*&lt;br /&gt;omg!! tons of AMPUTEES, ton of STROKES, a handful of PARkinsons, *lost* one pregnant lady hu got stroke on her 8th month :'( ..my &lt;3 goes out for her.. she have to go REHAB (bcoz its the most effective for 1 month frmthe stroke date) n carry a baby thats almost due!! n its her 1st baby!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, life is so ARGH! i jux kicked one guy out of my life.. one more appear.. n i feel so ke-lian for the person... so....&lt;br /&gt;ouh well.. i 'layan' lo...anw, only frewn wad.. can never be more then that... =) *u have to verify with me =P im SO not putting it in my blog* hahaha... =P ... sigh... lets give him...1 more week.. then time to kick him outta my life? =P ... omg!~ i hope the person never visit my blog.. muhahaha.. if he does... dude: too BAD!!~ i have no records of bf.. nor am i gonna start one so soon.. muahahaha.... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUH i almost forgot!~ i DIED joggging today!!~&lt;br /&gt;i never bring athsma puff.. cant push myself.. almost dying of constricted windpipe!!~&lt;br /&gt;shocking thing.. the only thing making me unable to run= my windpipe/lung.. my muscles not even warmed up, my chest already hurts.. n my throat cant breathe!~ sigh!!~ shyt to all smokers!!.. its all UR fault!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7596365571424354507?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7596365571424354507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7596365571424354507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7596365571424354507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7596365571424354507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouh-no.html' title='ouh no'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5661930176777271918</id><published>2009-10-26T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:56:33.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okae.... updates again =)</title><content type='html'>hu read this blog anymore?!?!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i hope someone does.. O.o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi hi!!~ SCH is TORTURE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.. hu ever said school was fun?.. other then orientation week?..&lt;br /&gt;orientation week= new frewns, fun n games =)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. 1st day of school i already learnt tons of things.. e.g. THE BRAIN!!~ n human biomech..&lt;br /&gt;within the 1st week of sch guess wad??!im already a bit lagging behind.. time to buck up dear frewn on top (e.g. my brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.. nothing impt have happened in my life.. n it has become rather boring.. other then 'alien' (a classmate of mine hu jux came in frm mars) making it v interesting =) .. sigh.. no life...people!~ hu wanna add more spice in my life!!?? i'd welcome it at the moment!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S =S .. miserably boring life = other then the normal everyday stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5661930176777271918?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5661930176777271918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5661930176777271918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5661930176777271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5661930176777271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/okae-updates-again.html' title='okae.... updates again =)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7772934029584584058</id><published>2009-10-19T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:03:29.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP-dates</title><content type='html'>lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thurs- HAD a pt0902 class CHALET!! awesomee!!!! though i didnt overnite *argh!! wad does my dad tink i will do!? there is only.2 guys.. n 15 girsl ....&gt;&lt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday- signed my deed... no getting married for the next 8 years.. so i shall remain single till then =X sigh.....then me n my aunt watch hindustan movie @ some ulu shaw .. whoa.. my 1st hindustan movie in a CINEMA!! cool rite... my mom was crying buckets bcoz if the story plot.. ok la.. i teared a BIT only.. muahaha... lesson learnt frm the movie = marriage requires financial stability to b happy ^^, love doenst fill ur tummy... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala... 7 more hours till sch starts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers .. nothing impt will b taught today*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7772934029584584058?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7772934029584584058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7772934029584584058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7772934029584584058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7772934029584584058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-dates.html' title='UP-dates'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8813109188842424655</id><published>2009-10-11T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:23:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahah..*faints*</title><content type='html'>herm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like updating so... here i am!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... at 10pm... i was hungry.. i know its such a weird thing being hungry at nite but due to a cold war at home, there is non-existent-edible-food... ok la.. there is food.. but i dont like.. im choosy..zzz... SO my dad n i go VrOOM to jb.. for food... ^^ heaven.. anw, i dunno how.. but my dad can guess where groups of mats drinking came frm which part of m'sia amazing.. he say they have the LOOK!! but all look the same =X n all seem to talk the same way.. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today im so proud of myself!! i DONATED blood!!~ whoa one of that packet can save 3 lives..!! cool-ness.. ^^ n i tested for bone marrow donor ^^ wohoo!!~ wow!! if i could save one LIFE by sitting by a machine for 5 hours to sieve out my stem cells n the person will have a long life ahead.. aint that amazing? glad god gave us so much tech n hands to lend a helping hand to others!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herm.. so now i got 3 holes punctured on my hands.. left thumb, left arm, right 4th digit...zzz .. n guess wad ..ALL of then r pain *when pressed* n r going blue black..zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;WIshes for today : i wana go visit london..*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ps.: rachie. if u do read this post. do reply my email ^^ wads the author n edition of the book.. any other descriptions?&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/7190183207975625821-8813109188842424655?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8813109188842424655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8813109188842424655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8813109188842424655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8813109188842424655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahahahfaints.html' title='hahahah..*faints*'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1273839736518887256</id><published>2009-10-08T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:47:13.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA!! updates man...UPDATES</title><content type='html'>whoa...it has been 2 month ever since i have blogged abt something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i had my sem1 examz.. n now its over n results r out...&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. not that good.. not that bad... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my 1st aid course.. ^^ i tink its fun! ^^&lt;br /&gt;practicality.. ^^ at least there is a first aider in the family now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had hari raya.. balik kampong to malacca ^^ fun!! omg! i love it!~&lt;br /&gt;there is like tons of people/cousins/blood-related people i dont recognise!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... had my birthday too..^^ erm.. thx to every1 .. ex-07S11 people for their cards... ^^&lt;br /&gt;had a PINK bottle frm my elder bro..&lt;br /&gt;erm.. had a v NICE GREAT day house-ing for 24 hours that day!!~ wohoootx!!&lt;br /&gt;rejected some guy hu wanted to drive me out..bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, life during hols is so great n laid back..i LOVE it...&lt;br /&gt;no rush... its jux me n me.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;mapling back again..^^&lt;br /&gt;jogging back again (the last time i did some serious jogging was in sec 4 Trim n Fit club..Zzz..i wanna those fitness back man)&lt;br /&gt;booked my motor prac again...^^&lt;br /&gt;life is easy...&lt;br /&gt;life is so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT my younger bro *ouh bother*&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering y i get blamed for him NOT studying..&lt;br /&gt;y doesnt my elder bro get blamed for me NOT studying...ouh i know that.. bcause i study by myself?!!? ARGH!~ unfairness!!&lt;br /&gt;he never study .. my fault&lt;br /&gt;he never score well .. my FAULT!!!??&lt;br /&gt;bull!! jux bcoz i score better then my elder bro doesnt mean i MUST teach my younger bro...&lt;br /&gt;he never listens...&lt;br /&gt;i hope he gets his own wake up call soon..!!&lt;br /&gt;dude!! no1 is gonna push u thru ur life all the time..^^ self motivation works better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna open my physiology book tonight from 8.15pm - 9.15 pm.. read a chapter.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;1 step a day... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1273839736518887256?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1273839736518887256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1273839736518887256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1273839736518887256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1273839736518887256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoa-updates-manupdates.html' title='WHOA!! updates man...UPDATES'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5697522123958342118</id><published>2009-08-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:54:52.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free fall..</title><content type='html'>title of this one-word-essay : tornado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A tornado is a circulatory wind movement. A movement that causes a disastrous effect on its surroundings.However, it is one that is natural. One that is un-stoppable. One that human cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Humans. They causes more harmful tornadoes then those natural occurrences. They kill, they harm and they bite others from the back. They disturb the natural order of the surroundings. They have caused air, land and water pollution. They have caused the much predicted global warming. They are slowly murdering the very mother earth that have selflessly given us our essentials for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They who were born pure and innocent have become such monsters capable of making our fauna and flora tremble in fear. They who were once delicate little souls have been trained to use anything around them, even substance as small as an atom, to eliminate others. They who were once little sponges that absorb all the knowledge like a hungry little kitten suckling its mothers nipples, have become so tainted by the harshness around them that they become either &lt;br /&gt; : soft, bending to the rules that are set out for them&lt;br /&gt;   hard, learning and growing tougher to weather against the harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;   jelly-like, adaptable to the surrounding/situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A child accepts and emits happiness selflessly. They just laugh when they feel joyous and pout when they are not in favor with the situations they are in. But as time goes by, they create this inevitable mask that they hide behind. This mask that they beautifully adorn to show others their ideal-self, the person people expect them to be, the person society think that they need to be, the person that everyone but themselves think is 'perfect'. Soon this mask will encompass their whole life, it circulates around them in every aspect of their life that it becomes a tornado that follows them wherever they go. Hiding their true self, showing the different 'ideals' people have of them , circulating around them, restricting them to that very small vortex that is peaceful and deflecting those negative things that they dont want others to see of them. From this whole mess of confusion, there are still those deflection that comes out as negative words, anger, self-denial, pessimism and depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This self-created barrier will and have prevented many from reaching out for their wants/ their own personal aims in life with full force. The many 'ideals' have left them confused over what is their own wants and unable to differentiate that from others wants of them. Molding our future generation into androids of society or what some would call as social engineering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question of this very short - half-done essay is : so are we going to become one of those androids or are we going to start planning and shaping our own future. So why the decisions that we make. Izit our decisions, or is it our parents/society's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story that i heard today that i wouldnt wanna forget: a 32-yr old lady asked for financial assistance. this is her 3rd marriage, her 6th child. her 1st child is 16 yrs old. when asked what is the state of the 1st child, she said that he played truancy, doesnt wanna go to sch, not interested in education. then when the social worker asked the 3rd husband why he doesnt control the 1st child.. his ans :  not his child, later if scold or beat , can be brought up to court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the link tat i learnt. education is very related to our family. if a man is not devoted to his wife, he will be less devoted to his children, and (especially if the child is a male) then if his role model(father) is not good, then the child's education usually suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another story that i remembered, its abt this father that tot a child abt prob solving. &lt;br /&gt;he asked the kid to observe. he boiled 3 big pots of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 1st pot, he placed a potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 2nd pot, he placed an egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 3rd pot, he placed a tea bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n asked the child to wait... the child grew restless as he waited and waited... after abt 2 hours, the dad came back to switch of the fires and asked the son....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do u observe..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the child pressed the potato : it became soft, the egg : hard , the water with he tea bag : had a very nice aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the father said this.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can either be like the potato, soft and brittle when u face hard challenges ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or u can be like the egg, hard and resistant when u face difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or u can adapt and make the best out of the situation like the tea bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so food for thought: what will i be?&lt;div 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fall..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7012204734450092096</id><published>2009-07-24T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:33:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix</title><content type='html'>had my wisdom tooth extraction yest = numb-ness , endurable pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so suffocatted!.. feel so trapped... feel so restless.. feel so irritated n annoyed!!!...&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;argh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-836728583721261417</id><published>2009-07-14T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:50:03.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=( =( =(</title><content type='html'>i realli wonder what free fall feels like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i mugged so hard yesterday!! n Fell so hard today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets re-cap the events that happen today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outline of events : - shoe came for 1 hour lecture... , -ponned her other 2 hour lecture to study, ponned another presentation to study... n screwed up for the test that she studied so hard for... dunno la.. i jux blanked out!! i jux cant tink with people staring into my face.. omg.. so scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.. sigh.. next murder that will totally kill shoe : anatomy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i feel like talking to that someone but the person is not available.. a bit saddened.. but i tink i should b understanding coz its his final year in poly.. so might b having a v hectic life.... =(=( ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i bought 2 low cut - sleeveless tops today!! that is uber thin!! that i can wear with cardigan.. niway will b wearing tudong so will cover.. omg!! these days uber hot la!! my excema is acting up like no1's business...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna a shoulder to lean on.. someone i can cry on.. someone who can tink like i tink.. someone who can give me the truth.. someone who can give constuctive ideas n not only pamper me..i hate being pampered but i like being understood... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1757602862882099015</id><published>2009-07-11T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:24:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like bungee jumping.. w/o the strings.. what izit like to feel free-fall?</title><content type='html'>reasons why i tink my younger bro is pampered :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) he still sleeps with my mommy even when he is 12!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) he cant even iron his own clothes when my mommy is not ard n i happen to be sleeping .. n now ITS MY fault that he goes out with an un-ironed clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) he needs my mom to FEED him or he will not eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) he sleeps with his 12-year-old baby pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) its every1 else fault that he doesnt score n not bcoz he neva put in effort to studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) if he wants KFC/MAC, he immediately gets it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) if things doesnt go his way, he cries n he gets his way in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) he is only 12 n he has : hp, nintendo, gameboy, his own comp to play his retard games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) he cries if he tinks that he is gonna b late for sch so he is always the 1st few to reach school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) he is gonna go to a NEARBY neighbourhood sec sch so that he wont cry/be late for sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xth reason) im tired of being scolded for NOT babying him so im writing down why i tink my younger bro is pampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do u tink my younger bro is pampered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F@#$#%^ back to muscular system!!!! okok... hmm.. myosin,actin,sacromere...ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : someone called me coz i said that after my tests i might be more free-er to go out.. so he's waiting to go out with me.. n guess what?.. i dont feel like it.. F#@Q$@ u cant force me to go out.. u tink hu r u sia? my bf?.. even my frewns cant force me out of my house... i go as n when i feel like going out.. n i dont feel like going out with any guys in my life .. not at this moment.. im jux anti guys who smokes.. so i will jux find a reason not to go out.. unless the guy is a non-smoker.. then i will consider..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe's friend requirement : non-smoker!!~ (i dont mind people who drink once in a while..but no alcoholics nor smokers...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1757602862882099015?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1757602862882099015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1757602862882099015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1757602862882099015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1757602862882099015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-bungee-jumping-wo-strings.html' title='i feel like bungee jumping.. w/o the strings.. what izit like to feel free-fall?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-918787222168519257</id><published>2009-07-08T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:03:43.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bohoo!!</title><content type='html'>i know this update a bit slow but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a v horrible weekkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jux wanna faint!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)MONDAY: mandarin test was horrible terrible vegetable!!! omg omg..!! i dunno la&lt;br /&gt;the teacher expect us to : know what is gallbladder/iintestine, bladder etc in chinese only after 2 months of learning chinese... YA RIGHT!!! wth!! i dunno lo!! i tink i might have to re-do that module&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)TUESDAY: physiology test was omg crazy coz i didnt sleep much the night before to cram!! but it was worth it.. but half of what i studied didnt come out!! i dunno wat the hell is a salpingitis!! which i put as ovary but it happen to b the fallopian tube &gt;&lt;" *faints* so... not positive abt this test either also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) since sat my right lower jaw's gum at the end was pain but on WEDNESDAY, it was tooooooo pain!! so today i skipped half of my lesson.. to go dental check-up!! i got an OPG!!!! omgomg!!.. n guess what?!?! my wisdom tooth not growing properly!! so i have to go for wisdom tooth extraction = surgery!! *faints* its on the 22nd july..!! (neva gone on a surgery before.. v scared... n 2 weeks of pain .. =X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;signing offf!!!,&lt;br /&gt;SHOE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-918787222168519257?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/918787222168519257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=918787222168519257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/918787222168519257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/918787222168519257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/bohoo.html' title='bohoo!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1631324856194069954</id><published>2009-06-29T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:16:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>made some people mad.. apologised.. was asked out.. declined.... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey the news for today : i FELL OFF MY motorBIKE during the plank section.. n landed on my right butt!! lol!! lucky my butt got tons of fats to cushion sia!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wantt to pass my motorbike by end of this year!! ...6 more months...!! wohoo!! way to go syuhada! ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1631324856194069954?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1631324856194069954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1631324856194069954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1631324856194069954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1631324856194069954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-some-people-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3896017315606222015</id><published>2009-06-26T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:58:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!! omg!! updates updates</title><content type='html'>monday - shit!! i cant remember what i did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues - went out with gdgd frewn to go for her MEDICAL check-up at nus!! costs $30!! omg la!! then i met ST there!! omg! damn co-incidental..was jux calling her the day before!! talked talked.. then me n my jc gd gd frewn go watch a movie after that!! Ghosts of girlfrend past..quite nice la!! chick flick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds - went to school..Zz... life is booring!~... my senior(with the ex) 's mother bdae!~  [gd news-next week confirmed no sch!! h1n1 in NYP!! wohoootz!] ... a bit depressed day.. cried a bit.. life is bad.. tinking of lotsa things.. shall blog abt it in the next post..hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs - the most memorable day of the week!! morning- my elder bro 'blanja' us a movie..transformers!! damn nice actions la!! wohoootz!! . then in the evening on the way to book my motor prac...guess what...i got a call.. ' my 3+1 scholarship is successfull!!!!' omgomg la!! overseas uni for 1 year! i will get my degree!! .... n i met my pri sch best friend on my way to booking for prac lesson!!~ wohoootz!! the scholarship requires me to study but it reolves my problem that i was crying abt yesterday!~..wohooo!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i hope my senior reads this.. coz i was calling him n he didnt pick u his hp!.. i wanted to share with him this gd news..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri a.k.a. today- i passed my prac lesson 2!! now im going to prac lesson 3!! 2 more lesson to go bef i am taking my RTT!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. michael jackson passed away today!~..&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="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for answering my prayers!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3896017315606222015?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3896017315606222015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3896017315606222015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3896017315606222015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3896017315606222015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-omg-updates-updates.html' title='hey!! omg!! updates updates'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1783240363051014966</id><published>2009-06-20T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:25:10.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused..Complicated..ARGH!!</title><content type='html'>yesterday..met up with the guy to pass him his hp back!!! finally (so he doesnt need a reason to go out with me any more!! =)) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to arabic class..i tell u.. having my hp is a nuisance!! i jux regret giving him my hp no. ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nite calls.. smses.. Argh! musshy until i wanna vomit can?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next part = my senior..hmm.. we were smsing then suddenly came abt the topic abt me rejecting him.. but .but... his life is still in the midst of his previous relationship..there is always his ex.. when i needed him to tok to.. he's with his Ex!! argh!!.. thus my reason for rejecting him..=his ex.. i dont wanna b the extra.. N i told him that coz its the truth!......bleh.. n he is still tinking abt having a scandal! lol!! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my life continues... = singlehood is not that bad after all!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1783240363051014966?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1783240363051014966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1783240363051014966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1783240363051014966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1783240363051014966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusedcomplicatedargh.html' title='Confused..Complicated..ARGH!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-464808098613487254</id><published>2009-06-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:22:38.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS</title><content type='html'>omg!! hope go cut short hair with bangs.. n she looks chic n cute in it.. in totaly shocked..1- hope neva cuts short hair...2 - hope neva cuts bangs!! im jux gona stay speechless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-464808098613487254?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/464808098613487254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=464808098613487254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/464808098613487254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/464808098613487254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1435271644811232412</id><published>2009-06-19T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:21:33.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi!! back frm my interview... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...basically its jux basic qns.. why do u wanna take PT n not medicine.. ouh well ...a lot of qns ...but simple ones..the travelling tym is like frm jj come home la!! slept soundly in the mrt!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called.. n guess what?..the usual qns.. n the part of ..can i follow u to ____... im like..what? &gt;&lt; i dunno lerh.. so much for being normal friends... its scary okiez... this is scary.. blehx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay single fr the mean time.. aint that the ideal situation?.. =) yeah!! ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1435271644811232412?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1435271644811232412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1435271644811232412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1435271644811232412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1435271644811232412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hihi-back-frm-my-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4642621210087014416</id><published>2009-06-19T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:50:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgomg.. roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>im pissed..then im happy..then im sad.. then im dissappointted.. then im neutral again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my emotional ride yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. in life.. u jux cant expect things to go right...it jux keeps turning left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the start of the day.. i made my younger bro n my young cousin cry coz they neva study n got a lecture frm me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom scolded me.. but it wasnt my fault that they r damn lazy.. she wasnt that lenient to me when i was young.. i cant remember being pampered that much... =X she calls me their step mother.. then when i teached them at library..she seems happy with it.. coz im making effort to improve my younger brther's horrible science..lol!! its the student that needs to make effort .. not the teacher!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me pissed till i teared a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that guy frm the post below asked me to collect his hp frm j.e.  as a favour for him n passed it to him later in the day.. so i said.. okiez.. lol! (a decision which i regret) in the end i didnt pass it to him n have to meet up another day =X ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{while waiting for the hp, i met my JC shooting senior.. hu i missed so much .. n my cousin!! LOL}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n shittily.. i wasted 2 freaking hours waiting for him..nn guess what?!?! when i called him, he said he was bz at that moment!! WTH!! .. n made me wait 2 hours at lot 1 ... v pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{luckily my gd gd frewn was there to accompany me =) *grins*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then @ lot 1 i met 2 other seniors frm my sec sch!! n my pri sch classmate!! omgomgomg!! crazy day...then went slack ard lot 1 till 8pm with my 2 seniors n one of the senior's ex... &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; they keep insisting that i sell that hp n split the profit..LOL!! joke ard for 2 hours till i also no energy... then i go home.. n felt disspointted by that guys action n talked to him abt it.. even he agreed that every1 will be pissed off if they were in my situations..ouh well.. he apologised like..5 times?.. 2 in an sms.. 3 times while talking.. but i was pissed off..so i jux gave cold replies.. anw, finally i cleared up after the typical gd morn msg.. tat i jux wanna b treated as a NORMAL friend.. nothing more.. =) {almost the same as what i tild my senior the last tym =X}&lt;br /&gt;ouh well ..this morn he agreed.. lets quote "im not rushing things. dont worry im not ready myself for anything" .... wohooo!! now tym for my interview..&lt;br /&gt;wish me lucks..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update on how it goes on later&lt;br /&gt;here im to say : thx lots to my gd gd frewn n my senior who was able to lighten my mood yesterday!! Love u 2 lots =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4642621210087014416?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4642621210087014416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4642621210087014416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4642621210087014416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4642621210087014416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/omgomg-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='omgomg.. roller coaster ride'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3050679922429166464</id><published>2009-06-17T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:24:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*shockest day of my life*</title><content type='html'>this update is late by almost exactly one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday nite when my cousin smsed me.. i knew when she wanted to meet up the very next day that she had something up her sleeve for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess what.. my instinct was totally right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin planned - to shock me with a double date... O.O ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess what? it happen to b my religous pri sch classmate..lol!! hu i never saw for 6-7 years?... i guess there were stupid things*that i wont share abt* that i did when i was young n naive.. ouh well... thus people remember me for those thingys!!.. omg..can u believe it? my 'retarded-ness started since pri sch..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, when i 1st saw the person ...was... blank.. hus he?... then when my cousin told me who he was.. i was like...hmm... shit.. i cant remember..*dig my long-term-memory-bank* ... hmm.. when it became awkward..n guess what?.. i learned to play pool!! =) *grins*... within 1 year 1 learned 2 new thingys.. one-my 1st shot at pool n ice-skating!! wohoo!! omg! anw, then we went to esplanade @ nite... where something happened to my cusin but she's ok after that.. my 2nd shock for the day... =) anw, now i respect her bf's tinking.. not bad for a guy.. quite mature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a 2 hour plus convo with my jc study buddy (who got promoted to my gd gd frewn..LOL...) then i got another 2 hour convo with him..  &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait!! thats not all.. i asked one of my senior.. whether he likes me..*i know im like blunt.. but ... but.. thats me..* .. ouh well. i got something that sounds like a yes.. =X ..hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...call me n tok if u want elaboration on any of the above..lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there is something wrong with my sony erricson hp.. chaging back to my old hp to send this hp to the repair... &gt;&lt; sigh!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3050679922429166464?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3050679922429166464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3050679922429166464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3050679922429166464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3050679922429166464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/shockest-day-of-my-life.html' title='*shockest day of my life*'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2655750231473317669</id><published>2009-06-14T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:22:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today today today..sigh</title><content type='html'>i dunno whats with me n bad decisions.. do i jux attract it like bees is attracted to flower?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my cousin asked me to emcee an event for today.. stupidly i agreed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess what?.. i never felt this much like a misfit before like i did today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore not 'glam' enough clothings..for an EMCEE! gee..i didnt know that muslim women is supposed to donn on make up that is thick as a cake n pluck their eyebrows..n wear go glittery stuff that i wanna go blind by standing in front.. (sarcastic) ...... shit man.. u r supposed to NOT attract attention of males etc.. or was i taught wrongly?...orh man....the last tym i went to this event was when i was like 9 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they keep asking for my script..adding in stuff n say that is wrong n this is wrong (DURING THE EVENT!!!).. i freaking feel like throwing the script at them n say..! go do it urself if ur so fussy.. guess what? u asked me to do it.. so now im doing it.. n everythings wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally ignored n all.. n guess what?..malay doesnt happen to b a language i can converse well in..so i guess i jux suck thumb , swallowed every tear.. n did it to the best that i can while being quite a disgrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i totally remembered why i didnt want to do such stuff last tym.. i remembered feeling the same way.. orh man!! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, life moves on... next : tml : studying day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2655750231473317669?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2655750231473317669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2655750231473317669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2655750231473317669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2655750231473317669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-today-todaysigh.html' title='today today today..sigh'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3302732545682884765</id><published>2009-06-13T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:01:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>can u imagine how tired i was frm running frm one end to the other end of singapore yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;i slept frm 7pm-10.30pm ... n 12midnite-7am! siao!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. 8am- all set to go out... 9am- went out with my v irritating cousin to jurong bird park.. had to wait for my elder brother for 40 mins...STANDING up n near the RAIN with HEAVY bags!! sometimes i really forget my elder brother never-punctual behaviour.. ouh well.. when i just felt like crying frm my cousins mumblings..noisy annoying complaints...my brotherS appeared!! whoaaa!! died!! n i had to lug ard 6 bottles of water ard the jurong bird park n take pics.. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the most annoying part of the day other then my cousin dropping the water on her pants in the mrt n me having to bring her home to bathe her...is that this **** senior of mine.. ouh well...he n his ex fight AGAIN becoz of me.. shit man! like its my fault.. 1st : u both have broken up! ..2nd : i call him to ask for advice n not to go dating with him or anything..3rd : im pissed off becoz what he says says a diff thing n does another.. hhaix.. i give up.. i wont ever tok to him abt any of my issues.. nor help him settle his never-ending prob with his ex ( who keep insisting that im with him.. when i have nothing to do with him other then ask some stuff that i need opinions in! ) ......................................................dude if ur reading this.... settle ur business.. will not disturb nor communicate with u to make things worst.. i have my studies to tink abt too!~..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this chinese song what i bluetooth frm my frewns hp.. but i cant read the chinese char of the tittle.. so i cant ask sum1/ find translation for it.... &gt;&lt; sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe! hope..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im updating 3 times in a period of 1 week!! a record for me!! wohooo!! do u read my almost-daily updates?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my moms is lots beta!! thx to any1 hu prayed for her!! .. even though still a bit far frm full recovery... but an improvement is gd enuf!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe...... (i wanna get soft ballet shoes.. hu knows where to get a pair?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3302732545682884765?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3302732545682884765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3302732545682884765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3302732545682884765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3302732545682884765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8400041113078280316</id><published>2009-06-12T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:23:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today mux b the most memorable day of my life...</title><content type='html'>today mux b the memorable day of my life because :&lt;br /&gt;this is according to the event happenings today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- morning 8am-10am : i screwed up my motor lessons 2.. which consists of going up the slope..stopping in the middle of it.. n continueing..(teacher said.. i sop a bit too long ah) .. the the 8-figure course.. (i swear..u mux b going damn fast to complete it in 11 secs!!) i completed it in 11.22!! n i tink its fast..haha!! so much for speed!! n the crank course!! this zig-zag thingy... i dunno.. which i also exceed the time limit bcoz i didnt throttle enuf before i change to gear 2!! lol.. no speed no speed!!! haix.. mux SPEED up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 4 missed calls frm an unknown number&lt;br /&gt;n guess what? NGH called me down for the 3+1 interview/sponcership interview&lt;br /&gt;its at 3pm.. pondering ..shld i go?asked for a later time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- morning 10.30am : i was at admiralty doing admin stuff n shop a bit for my mom.. n i saw this old lady..who is suddenly seated with people crowding ard her bcoz she was dissy.. i helped a bit n since sum1 calle dthe ambulance n doctor.. i jux walked off..(ignorant singaporean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this part required backgrd info tt my mom is sick the whole day yesterday..vomitingn dssy..when she stand to go to toilet n she even felt like vomiting/fainting..)&lt;br /&gt;3- morning 11am: reached home.. see my moms condition.. obviously..TAXI to the polyclinic (coz i no $$ to bring to hospital..which requires a $50 immeidate cash if u go A&amp;amp;E... which i dont have).. then emergency.. i tink i look so panicky they even forgot to take mine n my mom's temp!! hahaha... lol! anw, then it took super long!! until 2pm then we got to see the doc..n 2.30 she got her injection fr giddyness..etc etc.... it was then that NHG called me n say..ok can go interview at 3.30pm intead n confirmed the venue!! n i didnt prepare..lol!!...so..2.30.. taxi my mom home n taxi to nuh..lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- at nuh at 3.30pm exactly!! lol.. coz got traffic jam..whoa.. i was a bitty nervous coz i totally didnt prepare.. so i spoke the truths..(which i tink i shld have lied..aiyah..screw it!)..n lie abt one bit..or maybe i didnt because the person assumed so i didnt really lie right?...ouh well.. n the truths doesnt sound that nice n convincing though.. anw.. they say in 1-2 weeks will contact me.. but i tink my chances is gone! bleh.. i screwed up n i admit it.. blehs.. i tink if really get the 3+1 i damn lucky/ the interviewer damn weird.. i screwed uppppppp! but its over.. i going to apply for alexandra one next..lalalla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i totally forgot i organised a grp meeting today... how nice.. argh!! my STM really irritates me at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - my mom got betta n she is recuperating at home now so dont worry...&lt;br /&gt;every1 jux pray that she gets betta okiez =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n life still goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orh i forgot to add!! : THX to my senior for picking up the call when i MOST needed ur support..=) really needed a coll mind tinking at that moment.. n i really wondering abt the get-a-weekend-job advice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miracle 1: i COOKED yesterday!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;miracle 2: i PON sch today to send my mom to clinic &amp;amp; go interview&lt;br /&gt;miracle 3: i dont feel sad that i screwed up.. at least i tried my best...&lt;br /&gt;miracle 4: i appreciate my senior beta&lt;br /&gt;impt factor 5: shoe is going jurong bird park tml..&lt;br /&gt;impt factor 6: shoe have got examz which she havent started studying for&lt;br /&gt;impt factor 7: shoe is promising to study more in this blog of hers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thats it for the moment..&lt;br /&gt;hope, n rachie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur reading this.. =) enjoy ur momentary stay that is not in singapore.. i keep forgetting how stressfull it is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8400041113078280316?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8400041113078280316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8400041113078280316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8400041113078280316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8400041113078280316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-mux-b-most-memorable-day-of-my.html' title='today mux b the most memorable day of my life...'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1907954992678204394</id><published>2009-06-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:08:35.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoaa!!</title><content type='html'>i tink i dissappeared for quite some time already ah... like 1 month of no-updates... so here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically... lots of things have happened in this 1 month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of which i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i can remember iz that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im uber tired.. n i shldnt b complaining nor blogging a this tym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my class had a pink-shirt day when we went to sgh that day.. so u can imagine the stares frm the public all the way frm NYP to SGH me n my friend got separated frm ur classmates @ sgh.. then the staff was like ur class went there.. haha!! lol.. anw, the pics frm my cam is in FB...uber cute la...!! the socially-active/socially-engaged people supporting the breast cancer thing/movement....anw, i dont get it.. why we get so mny stares when the campaign itself ask people to wear pink...hmm.... singaporeans r jux one ignorant bunch of people...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had tons of rushing here n there..orh yeah!! n the OTnPT presentation is done!! wohoots!! did a gd job!! hmm... i only recorded the video, n did the presentation, a bit of editting n some pics...n some props.................anw, what matters is i didnt spoil any part of it n the grp effort so all our rus n hard tinking paid off!! wohootz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next project/presentation up is sociology n chinese!!!n one down .. 2 more to go!! wohoootz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i tink i got no social life... sigh....school, home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kindda feel outed sometimes when people ard me tok in chinese. i dunno if izit jux me.. but i kindda feel that way since young.. like pri sch?... i cant mix with the malayz coz im not malay enuf... sigh.. sometimes it makes me regret my mom's decision of stopping my chinese lessons in k1..i only learned numbers there.. &gt;&lt;  sometimes i jux stopped toking...more of to observe n listen/eavesdrop a bit.. trying to take bits n pieces n learn the words..but i was juc tinking.. the culture n the inter-racial things that they r so proud of/they preach at.. izit true or izit only tolerance n no understanding at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.. i felt so insulted that day by the lady frm HR for one of the scholarships.. she said that we cannot wear tudong bcoz after we wash up n is in a sterile condition we will touch n adjust our tuding/ a.k.a scarf which will make the glove not sterile already.. WTH! so all muslim women die die mux adjust their tudongs at all time izit? no right? i touch my tudong only like 3-4 times a day.. lol!! so much abt inter-racil understanding...i beilieve that its not an issue n i dont get it why we cant put our tudong underneth our uniforms..n pin it in place so that it wont move...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... rachie is off to m'sia for 3 weeks.. n hope off to china for 3 weeks also.. sadd.... n syuhada has only been to m'sia n indonesia in her life.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what to say already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yah...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; HAPPIE B'DAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my younger bro!! hu is turning 12 today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n examz is in 3 weeks time.. im gonna die!! omgomgomg!! week 11 for physio,kine ...week 12 got anat,chinese ICA... week 1-sociology....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAINTS!!! chao every1.. gonna Zzzz... shall try to update more regularly!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1907954992678204394?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1907954992678204394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1907954992678204394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1907954992678204394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1907954992678204394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoaa.html' title='whoaa!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4384122109411348035</id><published>2009-05-10T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:06:46.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates</title><content type='html'>hehe!! one week liaoz!! wohooo!! im dying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had fun fun yest with 8 other gurls in my class.. guess what we walked frm vivo to hort park!! damn nice la!! we had fun playing @ the playgrd!! can u imagine ..8 19-yr-old gurls playing at a kids playgrd? hahaha!! reached home at 11pm.. n guess what? my dad ask me.. not once but twice...u go dating izit? ... whoaaa!! like i will.. the amt of restrictions he give me.. i cant even BREATHE la! how to go dating? go popular already call me to ask where am i.. what tym im reaching home etc etc!! whoa!! i tink i will stay single till i die like that!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the whole week has been CRAZY .. i cant believe its gonna b the 4th week of school!! means that one freaking month have passed n i havent started studying!! omgg la!! argh!!  its like.. 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MOTOR...Teach...help mom make pastries!! died la!! damn tired n the whole cyccle keep repeating itself..haix.. crazy.. n its excluding me joining a CCA!! then my life will have no space for a bf.. sigh!! unless he's frm one of those of the activities listed above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. im so lonely.. so lonely..HAHA!! ya RIGHT!!! in my dreamz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4384122109411348035?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4384122109411348035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4384122109411348035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4384122109411348035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4384122109411348035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-updates.html' title='updates updates'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1240272305862045137</id><published>2009-05-01T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:24:12.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my gd frewn hu got accepted into project management in NUS n Psychology in NTU!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1240272305862045137?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1240272305862045137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1240272305862045137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1240272305862045137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1240272305862045137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7346856567123410342</id><published>2009-05-01T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:58:59.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgomg</title><content type='html'>omgomgomg!~&lt;br /&gt;rachie got accepted into KINGs College in MEdcine!!~~ omogmg!!~ so happie for her!!~ *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;i got that news like...2-3 days ago i tink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONGRATZ GURL!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, PT orientation was funnn!!~ but i tink the seniors a bit brutal...hhahahah!!~ anw, our class got full attendence lerh!!~ talk abt class unity!~ n we won 1st.. i had to rush to meet a frewn after that so i bathed in sch..i tink im begining to love my class =) i dont get why one of the PT senior has nicknamed me naughty gurl &gt;&lt;" ..... i know i was nicknamed.. donut..mee rebus?...hahah!!~ ..retard.. me naughty?? hmmmzzz!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 new sleeveless tops!!~&lt;br /&gt;i need one cardigan n one ballet-look-a-like shoe!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7346856567123410342?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7346856567123410342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7346856567123410342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7346856567123410342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7346856567123410342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/omgomg.html' title='omgomg'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6941082040232424227</id><published>2009-04-28T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:26:39.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>omg!~ went to ZY's concert.. saw a CUTE guy performer there la!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like in choir..archapella ( he sung the korean song ).. &gt;&lt; hhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.. anw, forgot to add..that time after sch..i went out with my frewn/brother/senior to buy sum stuff @ cwp n walk ard.. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward.. today, i registered for my biking lesson again which is gonna take up my whole upcoming saturday..!! haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet my frewn/bro/senior soon..&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch 17 again!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6941082040232424227?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6941082040232424227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6941082040232424227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6941082040232424227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6941082040232424227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_28.html' title='=)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8460941335685380257</id><published>2009-04-25T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:38:41.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my retarded moments!~</title><content type='html'>rachie : hmm.. u remember w3i m_n? ouh yeah!~ n ur harp cca mate is my classmate.. en ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg!~ sch was fun.. practicals.. i got to see a cadaver = DEAD body!!~~ omg omg~ i was haapie.. like fun fun.. anw, i knoe its weird to be happie to see a dead body w/o skin..only with muscle.. but i always wondered how the body look like n work.. ouh well.. curiousity killed the cat..&lt;br /&gt;anw, 2nd day of sch.. mid sch day.. while we were going to prac, apparently our one missing classmate turned up.. n guess what? it happened to be one of my SH frewns frewn &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;" so 1st lesson : transfer patient frm wheel chair to bed .. got 3 types.. one is the half help..when patient is strong enuf.. the other is 1 person max n 2 person max.. then the other is ASSIST patient roll/move up n down bed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(tink my frewns frewn looks beta then my frewn &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;*slap myself*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next prac we had this like osbere how we stand sit etc..its abt observing NORMAL movement to know what is abnormal movement!~ fun fun!!~&lt;br /&gt;next prac we had the body parts thingy.. the cadaver&lt;br /&gt;last prac for the week..see cells!!~ omg..reminded me of sec 3 where i opted for this optional DNA cheek cell thing.. where they use our DNA n group the students n teachers by their DNA to know where they originate frm.. n guess what.. mine is under UFO!=unclassified..=weird grp of people!~ omg!~!..fond fond memories!!~ of the NIE labs where we had that activity!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received 2 sms-es..2 emails..n one phone call..guess frm hu?.. NUS!!! omgomg!!~ NUS faculty of science sms-ed me... to call me down for interview!! n when they called..i happily told them that im in a poly course n asked tehm to cancel my application!!~ omgomg!!~ the person was like..are you sure?..REALLY sure?? ... omg..i tink she mux tink im crazy..&lt;br /&gt;but there is a reason why i choose this course..coz i wanna help people to help themselves.. i wanna make a change.i know it sounds naive n noble etc. but 1stly i dont want to be helpless as the people ard me suffer due to their disability like stroke etc.. i felt really helpless when my grandma had stroke last tym.. i wanted to help.. omg i studied so hard last tym .. but i could only watch as she suffered those 4-5 years bef she passed on.. omg.. i dont want that to happen again.. if i can help.. i will! it was mostly due to financial diff that she didnt get any treatment till it was too late =( .. anw, id rather talk to people then test-tubes!!&lt;br /&gt;both my parents are dissappointted..i can see.. it saddens me .. but but!..................... omg. im crying..ok..next topic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk.. then then!! today got my 1st motor prac!! n omg.. on the receipt i realised that i didnt see that the orientation starts at 6.55 until i was abt to reach at 8pm!! omg!! coz the 8.10pm was stated above the 6.55pm so i didnt see..apparently i went for prac 1 totally blur .. but i knoe how to change to gear 2 le!! (i dont tink its much to be happie about) anw, my 2nd prac im supposed to go for orientation 1st then go for prac 2!..sigh!!~~ im stuck at lesson 1 part 2!! lesson oone has 4 parts!! omg omg!!~~&lt;br /&gt;highlight of prac 1 : i fell off the bike twice .. and the FREAKING bike is DAMN heavy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8460941335685380257?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8460941335685380257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8460941335685380257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8460941335685380257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8460941335685380257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-retarded-moments.html' title='my retarded moments!~'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2032368664614719972</id><published>2009-04-19T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:43:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addition to below..</title><content type='html'>saw hot guys in my course.. &gt;&lt; but v few!! sad rite?.. i tink coz my course is like mostly gurls?..&lt;br /&gt;only 3 pathetic guys in the midst of all gurls!~ hahah!~~ one ex-senior there too!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalal!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thx angeline!!~ =)&lt;br /&gt;rachie : too bad!~ no hot guys ard!~ will update if there is any that i c okies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2032368664614719972?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2032368664614719972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2032368664614719972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2032368664614719972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2032368664614719972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/addition-to-below.html' title='addition to below..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4072845228280176250</id><published>2009-04-19T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:27:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>lalala!~~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg!~ orientation was quite fun!~ hahaha.. shockingly.. i recognise like 5 JJcianz n one ex-KSS classmate frm sec 2 in my course.. shocking but true!~~ superfun!~ made new frewns.. a bit shagged by the end of the day though.. n wasnt realy comfortable with contacts all day long!!~~ but i love rowdy-ness n noisyness which i tink is not gonna happen coz my class mentor is like DAMN soft la!~ omg.. im like what? what the %^&amp;amp;%*^&amp;amp; is she saying!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh!~ anw, after like a normal typical frday frm 8-6pm.. the next day was the UBIN trip!!~ omg! my foot got sun tanned!~ haha..  it was another 8am-6pm day.. then today..teach tuition ard that kindda timing.. Shagged!~ omg omg!~ im gonna die!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing pink skirt +top tml to cheer myself up!~ wohoo!!~ breakfast with my new classmaties!~ =) lalala!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4072845228280176250?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4072845228280176250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4072845228280176250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4072845228280176250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4072845228280176250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalala_19.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4744428320571827868</id><published>2009-04-16T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:55:05.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;orh yeah.. i forgot to say!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rach!! TAKE CARE HOR!!&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/7190183207975625821-4744428320571827868?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4744428320571827868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4744428320571827868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4744428320571827868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4744428320571827868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/orh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8966620295060125668</id><published>2009-04-16T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:53:47.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala...!~~</title><content type='html'>i cant believe it! school is starting in 1 days time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im gonna apply for a motor lisence in ard 8 hours time..!!&lt;br /&gt;to those hu havent knew! now i know.. to those hu hav.. yeah its confirmed! im gonna take motor 1st bef driving!~ dn worry okies? its jux a scooter if i were to buy a bike,, nothing dangerous.. jux something to travel with thats all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school in 24++ hours..can u believe it!~ excited..nervous.. butterflies fluttering in my tummy!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this book that got me stuck for ard 4 hours today = vampire academy!~ cute cute book!~ lalal!!~~ cant sleep but i am sleepy!~ gd nite every1~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss toking @ nite to my senior..my gd frewn..my jc gd frewn..ST.. my other senior..etc etc.. haix.. i cross my fingers that my senior will do EXTREMELY well for his fyp!~ kampateii!!&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/7190183207975625821-8966620295060125668?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8966620295060125668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8966620295060125668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8966620295060125668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8966620295060125668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalala.html' title='lalala...!~~'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-191857802156435139</id><published>2009-04-15T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:01:50.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lalalla!~ like another person already!~ omgg... im crazie!~ hahhaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-191857802156435139?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/191857802156435139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=191857802156435139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/191857802156435139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/191857802156435139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalalla-like-another-person-already.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5139173254335988144</id><published>2009-04-14T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:00:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>whoa.. i jux realised the last tym i updated was half a month back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna knoe updates.. in a nutshell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im inside NYP physio now.. i got a letter of acceptance frm NTU into mathematical science that im gona reject..  i cannot make it for my job.. have finally ended my job @ *hub.. and having my 4days break bef sch start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with SHAREZ yest!~ more of my bad best frewn, 2 of my gd frewn... got one of my gd frewn her this yr's presie!~ ...tinking of getting my bad best frewn n moiself a bad best frewn ring..hahaz!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i went to teach relief teaching for MENDAKI oso..!~ my 1st class is a p1 class.. omg.. 4 kids make me wanna pull out my hair already!~.. n heard one of the kids say "eh..this teacher v fun!" lol! bullied by p1s ... uh sad rite?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i feel kindda nervous n happie that im starting sch coz im gonna meet new frewns!~ aint that fun? .. anw, im getting fatter!~ omgg!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fly!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5139173254335988144?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5139173254335988144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5139173254335988144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5139173254335988144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5139173254335988144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_14.html' title='=.='/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6984394582281743453</id><published>2009-03-26T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:04:26.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, syu</title><content type='html'>thx dear for ur support.. =) n ur tots..really make me decide that i shld try this n do my best in it.. no matter wad every1 else tink of it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a medical check-up yest morn!.. now my arm blue black de!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, work was interesting today !~~~ fly~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6984394582281743453?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6984394582281743453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6984394582281743453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6984394582281743453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6984394582281743453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-syu.html' title='love, syu'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-889893074643007450</id><published>2009-03-24T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:05:14.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its jux a roller coaster</title><content type='html'>i forgot to apply for NYp.. n now when i got aceepted..people's tots n all r holding me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused.. i wanna tok abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every1 doesnt seem to b free.. no1 i want to tok to seem to b there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the guy hu i desperately want to hear his tots..he is doing his fyp at this moment..n said this to me..'then may god bless you and guide you for the sake of ahlul bait' thx dear..!&lt;br /&gt;love u as a friend =) thx for all the effort of understanding me..listening to me..thx for ur reply.." ok great i love u as a muslim @ 11.55pm on 24/03 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to my bro's frewn hu gave me endless advices n all.. thx dear!! bless u =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to the guy hu said the things that make me cry in my confused mind..but said sorry AFTER i already broke down....... i have no comments le...telling me ur blog now also have no use... http://hiseverymoment.blogspot.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tink its hard to trust people harz?..i knoe.. but at least i try to trust people hu have trusted me..n try to open up to them.. conversations with them doesnt seem like a Q n A section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they try to understand me... maybe i jux dont fit into ur life... haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know .. now im at a crossroad.. that doesnt seem to have a clear definition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused.. i jux wanted someone to talk to on the phone n give me a clear idea of whats twisted in my mind at teh moment..cant tink clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if thts so difficult.. i dunno wad to say le...&lt;br /&gt;i jux ran out of words..its jux tears..&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;n no1 to share it with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-889893074643007450?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/889893074643007450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=889893074643007450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/889893074643007450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/889893074643007450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-jux-roller-coaster.html' title='its jux a roller coaster'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7983873711047404841</id><published>2009-03-11T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:04:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like him.. i really do.. i really hope he can trust me more though...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7983873711047404841?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7983873711047404841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7983873711047404841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7983873711047404841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7983873711047404841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-him.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2415974106743869574</id><published>2009-03-08T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:02:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>hey.. anw to those hu knoe.. i got my results on the 06.03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those hu doesnt.. now u KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh well couldnt sleep the nite bef.. so i was on the phone till 5am! conferencing with my gd frewn n her gd frewn.. lol.. then the other party slept on the phone! lol.. okaez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was so scared on that day.. i almost teared.. i tink my civics tutor is a bit disappointted in some of our results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. i tried my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the results wasnt that gd nor was it bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im satisfied though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad keep comparing me to the other's .. those kids hu can achieve 5-6As.. u know what i say?.. i did my best!.. what can i do?.. they clever.. i stupid marhz..!..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat i was super sad though.. a friend hu i trust actually told my results to some people when i dont want it to b official..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, on mon, me, my bad best frewn n my gd frewn went to walk frm habour front till buona vista!! it was supposed to b a 9km walk.. but i tink we did more la!.. then i got drenched!../ it was uber exciting!.. we got lost n keep looking at mapz.. then we still went to bugis street lerh!!..=)=)&lt;br /&gt;this is the most uber funn day ive eva had since jc1 ended!...wohoo!!..life's gd!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumps.. fly.. SOAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2415974106743869574?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2415974106743869574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2415974106743869574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2415974106743869574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2415974106743869574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3420570295737362920</id><published>2009-03-03T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:42:58.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=X</title><content type='html'>i jux broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jux cant stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money.. house loans..cpf.. hdb... blueh!.. plus i have to work on the day im getting my A level results!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.. im tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jux so soooo tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i dug a hole for my elder bro to dig himself out of....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix... if only people wont force me to go out today, then i can tink clearly with my brain!..&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.. im jux so so tired... i wanna tok... but i wonder if u will be there to lend me a listening ear..&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im uncomfortable with more people then i can imagine...&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;playgrd wish : i wanna lie down on the beach n sun-tan.. hu wanna accompany me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3420570295737362920?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3420570295737362920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3420570295737362920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3420570295737362920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3420570295737362920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title='=X'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8569442547651336316</id><published>2009-03-02T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:04:16.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>got an sms this morn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy frm work smsed me.. so results coming out this fri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply : hmm.. dunno. u heard frm where ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reply i got : its confirmed.. the radio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart : ouh no!.. shit... so this friday the 06.03.09 that i will face the big crossroad that i was ignoring the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will b the day that will make or break my parents heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will b the day to decide what im gonna do in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will b the day i will choose what path to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will b the day i will find which back-up-plan to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will b the day i will have to decide.. decisions..decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;playgrd wish for today : i wanna live a life in ignorance.. im panicking...haix.. no use..  nid a calm mind to tink this over in my head.. tink tink .. decide decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8569442547651336316?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8569442547651336316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8569442547651336316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8569442547651336316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8569442547651336316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4712919463768135946</id><published>2009-02-24T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:50:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>yesterday yesterday.. i got an sms that shocked me..anw, by the end of sms-ing the person i got so frust i told the person im gonna block him frm my inbox le..then another frewns frewn called E also hate the guy.. so he said we shld team up n have a JAP .. J's Assasination Plan..Lol....&lt;br /&gt;anw, yesterday i felt as though sum1 stabbed me with a blunt knifethe person who i call my senior .. ouh well.. i met his classmate at work..guess what i found out.. he has been sick.. he doesnt nid an internship coz he's jux damn smart(lol.. proud of him)n when his firned ask him hu am i... im jux a friend.. (not a sec sch frewn.. not anything else.. nothing else.....)so i was tinking.. do i mean anything to him?.. am i jux a fellow friend?...even his friend was asking.. am i close to him.. i questioned myself that yesterday too...&lt;br /&gt;am i bugging him when i call him?...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;i feel confused..&lt;br /&gt;hu r u to me?.. hu am i to u?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;do u know?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;~i wonder if he eva read this blog anymore..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4712919463768135946?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4712919463768135946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4712919463768135946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4712919463768135946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4712919463768135946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-yesterday.html' title='~'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4475976185428216004</id><published>2009-02-18T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:33:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoaa!! today is the best best day eva!</title><content type='html'>today...woke up at 9am.. then ZzzZzz again.. hahah!! woke up again at 12 NOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ST at 1.30pm.. so there we go.. so fired up to go ice-skating.. (i was fired up coz its my 1st tym ice skating!!!)&lt;br /&gt;we bought a cheese cake(me) n a mushroom bun (ST) on our way there..&lt;br /&gt;then we were searching for bus no 11.. it was supposed to b at the bus terminal.. so we walk n walk.. n saw 11..so we RAN to the bus stop!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..then we dropped off at the national stadium there.. n walk n walk n walk some more.. under the HOT HOT sun!! whoaa!! .....Zzz.ZZ... then went to buy V dae present for my bro's frewn.. coz i was giving out chocs..then she's on a diet..so i got her a red-PINK heart piLLOW!!  whoa.. pretty pretty!! i like..!! n my gd frewn's V dae present = a file, a book, a badge with an angel n a  'hope' there.. =)=) ... lol [later i found out..she got the exact same file!!! lol.. now it remains in my bag..ZzzZz..] .. then we went ICE SKATING!! *jumpjump..clapsclaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last tym i saw people skating was when i was a lil gurl.. stuck on the glass frame..WhoA'ing at people skating.. now i tried.. at 1st i wasnt used to it.. then the 1st hour, tried to hold the railings.. whoa!!.. i fell once.. muahaha!!.. but it was an expected fall.. then the 2nd hour, i was trying on 'LANE 2' which to me is w/o the railings.. but quite near the side area.. whoa,, this time i lost balance once n fell!! muahaha.. super unexpected.. its like skate skate.. then PIAK!!! i was on my buTT..!! hahaha.. ouh well i tink for the 1st tym i skate its quite ok la.. but quite fun!!.. wohoo!!...&lt;br /&gt;then then we saw tons of lil kids [i really mean lil..like 3-9years old kids] literally flying ard la!!..wth.. then got this twins/sisters...playing catching lerh!!...whoa!! pro la!!...then got this gurl in grey..fell while learning a move.. then she was so down after that,, she stood outside the ring.. with people consoling her.. ouh well.. if she is gonna go professional, she's gotta learn it the hard way... =.= anw, after that she was walking ard with a limp.. poor kidd!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back rite.. we took 16 to dhoby ghaut there... i went centre point to my bro's frewn's working place to giv her Vdae presie~! Glad that she love it a LOT!!~ ... =) got some chocs frm there..! [keeping them for tml.. sure mood swingg one.. hahah...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to fetch my gd frewn n we went home tgt..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice day coz i gotta -Learn something new.. -Meet my 2 gd frewns.. -Talk to my bro's frewn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt a nice day coz -He neva reply my sms.. -I neva called back one of my seniors hu called me at 9.52am!.. -A lot of $$ is gone coz i spend a BOMB today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall score for today : 75/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;playgrd wish for today : i wanna a guy hu can treat me to SINS choc once in every 2 months! haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4475976185428216004?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4475976185428216004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4475976185428216004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4475976185428216004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4475976185428216004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoaa-today-is-best-best-day-eva.html' title='whoaa!! today is the best best day eva!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5179400855581720044</id><published>2009-02-10T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:26:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... wohootz!...</title><content type='html'>today!.. i woke up LATE!!! n caused ST to wait for almost an hour!!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meiji choc factory.. it was CLOSED till july.. &gt;&lt; idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to s'pore national museum..damn nice.. met my enemy's friend there hu was like super sarcasTIC! dammit.. idiot guy... whats with ur 'DUH?!?!' go n die.. soon i will write a letter to ur sch to mention regarding all the bad attitude of the alumi's frm that sch la...&lt;br /&gt;managed to laugh it off but inside i was like damn angry.. poof!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, managed to control my mood swing for the day! bought a pink-stress-thingy to hang on my bag to de-stress with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overrall it was a FUN day! wohooooo!!.. like going out with ST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Read this email which looks/sounds v true...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title : TWO WOLVES WITHIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 'Which wolf wins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5179400855581720044?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5179400855581720044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5179400855581720044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5179400855581720044'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx for those people hu r quiet n keep quiet.. sometimes im thankful that people dont tok to me coz silence is much beta.. its peaceful... its mind clearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went home in the taxi with much in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;so much woories , so much thoughts , so much to tink abt.. so much to cry abt.. so here i am.. crying in front of the comp.. its pathetic rite?.. yeah i know.. i jux kept it bottled up inside of me jux now.. at work.. so cheerful...n such.. thank god for the guy hu keeps quiet when walking/bus'ing to work n hu keeps quiet when taxi'ing home frm work..coz thats when i needed my silence.. need to tink, nid to plan, nid to worry..  thx dude.. sometimes i feel aggitated with silence.. but now, i understand what it means by some silence is good/healthy in ur life.. sometimes itz coz i really dunno what to say to him.. he's jux so quiet.. n i dunno what to talk abt.. im like at a total lost world.. its for once that i cant speak freely to a guy.. at start i was quite talkative then i jux lost my ability to talk.. well.. maybe jux keeping quiet is good for me..&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he came back to s'pore but he didnt chat to me for more then 30 mins..didnt even call.. im disappointted.. ouh well.. mayb he's jux shag..tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;going with ST to meiji choc factory tml..^^ when going to c exhibition.. ^^ wohoo!!..but im down..&lt;br /&gt;i hope my mood will improve tml.. anw, tml morn i wanna go for a run!! last tym i had shooting to de-stress.. now i have nothing to destress myself with.. i know i can talk it out.. but these kindda things.. i jux cant say.. its beyond words.. maybe its my moodswing.. but i really jux feel like screaming n running away!.. run run run. n neva come back.. jux so TIRED.. jux so frust!..jux so troubled..jux so blur.. jux so uncertain, jux so confused, jux so unsure..... i dunno how to let it all out.. was tinking abt talking it out.. but i am not sure if any1 would understand all the gibberish i might sprout out.. i feel so entrapped.. i feel so caught i feel so blocked i feel so ................................................................................................................................................................&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna run run away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3029461329340177418?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3029461329340177418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3029461329340177418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3029461329340177418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3029461329340177418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/mood-swing.html' title='mood swing'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3008417463766310053</id><published>2009-01-27T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:05:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a summary of my life..</title><content type='html'>i helped my cousin do her project, scholarship application etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here as a sai-kang warrior again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then comes my flu + cough again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's back in mainland s'pore but i didnt even get to talk to him on the phone nor meet up with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt initialised anything..&lt;br /&gt;not even msn convo...&lt;br /&gt;[did he once?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. i dont care anymore..jux ignore me.. let me feel invalid again...&lt;br /&gt;so much for being your 'friend' ...FYI..friend are not only there when u r joyful...they r there to share ur stress etc too.. i wonder if im ur friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i like u.. do u like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frust &amp;amp; depressed..Zzz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3008417463766310053?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3008417463766310053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3437967975541289476</id><published>2009-01-21T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:27:06.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me... im liddat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i did a test.. doesnt this sound like so...ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Spontaneous Idealist (SI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life(my lame jokes?...hmmm...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gifted entertainers(yeah.. im the retarded gurl in the clique..tell me abt it..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities(hmm.. i tink i heard that before)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advice for my friends!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things i shld add in my testimonial!(adj to describe me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erratic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, curious, open, vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3437967975541289476?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3437967975541289476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3437967975541289476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3437967975541289476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3437967975541289476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-im-liddat.html' title='Me... im liddat?'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-322766268147299317</id><published>2009-01-18T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:34:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i jux went crazy today</title><content type='html'>i laugh n laugh n laugh like i neva laugh before...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WohoootZ!! had a few disputes.. had a few smelly ones i throw at IC for the day... hahahaha....&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;woooohoootz! he replied me even though he is tired n dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it started out with a hey hey^^ how is today? frm me.. obviously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then that got a ..Bad. Non stop kena f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me...how come?..y? what happened..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him...Long story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me...tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him...Really super long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me...want me to call n tok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him...Nah..Next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me...Boo :-( ..shag ah? tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him...Quite..Can'T rest and recover in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me...Haiyo! how come? then what r u doing replying my sms..? go n sleep^^ nite! Take care!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;him...O.O?..Nights then XD. enjoy civilian life. it rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[17/01]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey how was the fitness test yesterday..? sry neva sms u yest... my off day.. a bit bz^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-.-...Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e e e... then how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=i rush to toilet.. n call him....=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=tok for more then 3 mins..wohoootz! =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then line got cut off ..tink he called me back.. i go in office le..didnt pick up.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smsed me- nights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my reply-take care^^ dont loose ur rifle! nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[16/01]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a kind of friendship i wouldnt wanna break! when people make sacrifices for me.. i tink im jux tired of selfish people ard me at times.. when they dont appreciate what u do for them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-322766268147299317?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/322766268147299317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=322766268147299317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/322766268147299317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/322766268147299317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-jux-went-crazy-today.html' title='i jux went crazy today'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8362833921765526615</id><published>2009-01-15T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:32:21.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely day...=D</title><content type='html'>i was smiling after he replied! =)... hhehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said heyhey^^neva sms me for 2 days le..boo =( *ignore me one* anw, how r u? ok mahz? 9days le^^ less then 8 days more to go^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said haha^^ anw, how r u? surviving? alive? &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply At least you r not unaderpaid. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said u unaderpaid still dont want people to bring you out n pay for everything..zzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply-.- i will never do that unless the person is super close XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said ...Zzzz..will i ever be that kind of friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply Anyone can Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said but u neva allow people to b nice to u .. then how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply -.-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said eeee... u like that one.. talk in words can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;reply ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i said somthing..i cant recall what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;then he rang me! WTH! i was working..lol.. then i pick up n put it down again.. &gt;&lt; him =")="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;he tml have the test..trial test i tink.. sumthing like NAFA he said =) anw, his HP batt is still full bar!! wohooootZ! im gonna start calling him le! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jump jump jump! tml is my off day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&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/7190183207975625821-8362833921765526615?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8362833921765526615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8362833921765526615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8362833921765526615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8362833921765526615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovely-dayd.html' title='lovely day...=D'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6843742976993227765</id><published>2009-01-13T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:22:23.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>might as well jux rott off..</title><content type='html'>sad lerh.. i neva sms him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ignore me one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadd..&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;i bought pink sweets n a pink drink to cheer myself up.. &gt;&lt;&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;i feel so helpless..so down so shitty.. i wanna tok to sum1 but everyone's life is bz.. i dunno larh..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6843742976993227765?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6843742976993227765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6843742976993227765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6843742976993227765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6843742976993227765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/might-as-well-jux-rott-off.html' title='might as well jux rott off..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8761576557691557066</id><published>2009-01-12T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:54:34.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ee.. mood swing week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i smsed him "hi hi!! ur 2nd wk at camp is starting soon^^ wohoo^^ u survived^^ hhaha.. lol..Anw,when r u returning to s'pore?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.. reply  " 22..Haha..thanks..LOL..how r u doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..my reply was " 11 days to go^^ hehe^^ wohoo^^ im ok la..still shag^^ hehe u need to ration ur hp batt hor^^.....(etcetc)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..my reply again " hey^^ got my pay le^^ bring u out on ur 24th can??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..reply"ok..24 maybe booked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..my reply" =( y?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..reply"go out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..i ignore him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;..reply"nights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y.. but i feel v frustrated... i care bout him? maybe?...maybe not?... i dunno.. i feel confused.. $^$%&amp;amp;%*^ .. i wait for 9+ pm every nite..even charged my hp..LOL.. i feel dumb..stupid..for waiting?..for looking forward..for expecting a reply? i have decided.. i wanna stop le.. i dn wanna sms.. y am i the one to initiate things?.. the reason i toked to him was coz he initiated most of the convo.. lol.. im tired of taking charge of my life when people cant make plzce for me in their own life n schedule..i change my days for people but they throw it aside like nth.. im tired u know.. jux so shag exhausted n emotionally drained.. i try my best to help n care bout people but i guess i shld jux stop caring harz?&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;tired.. jux feel like running away frm everything! shit! im supposed to complete my task to monday which is today! $^%^&amp;amp;*%#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8761576557691557066?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8761576557691557066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8761576557691557066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8761576557691557066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8761576557691557066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ee-mood-swing-week.html' title='ee.. mood swing week'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-781722019364102357</id><published>2009-01-10T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:02:39.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moi roller coaster</title><content type='html'>if sum of u know what im doing.. u know my life is in a turmoil now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to juggle 3 lives at one go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal friendship life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its to the extent i even bought an organiser..&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-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;anw, my personal life.. i got that frewn hu i shall call frewn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;that frewn..i sms him 5-6 sms on the day he got enlisted n he only reply me this "lol. jux got my hp." and to tons of qns..."nope. i gtg. bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;then the next day..i sms him"hey^^ Bleach new epi came out ^^ its abt the fight between ken-chan and the 5th espada^^..anw, i tink u shld b quite shag le..hope ur getting used to camp^^ take care kaes^^... n his reply was "k"(7th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;then the next day i tink i said something to do with how is he(which i ask everyday but he dont bother answering) .. he replied " Hai hai! Tired.." (8th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the next day (which is yeaterday) i smsed him this "Hi dear! Haha...Hey hey! im dying! i feel super stressed out^^ n feel v shity now..How r u? V tired i suppose..Haix.." ... he replied "ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;then i replied " Sleep well ok? Take care^^ Gd nite^^" .. n the reply i got was "Night...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...ZZZzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna quit the job... it suckz.. blehz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-781722019364102357?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/781722019364102357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=781722019364102357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/781722019364102357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/781722019364102357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/mo-roller-coaster.html' title='moi roller coaster'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2362364118953698765</id><published>2009-01-06T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:56:48.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my past few dayz</title><content type='html'>oh well.. i tink the 2nd jan hav jux make the word friend have a new meaning to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i toked to an ex-classmate..&lt;br /&gt;chatted online n tok on the phone n i realise something..&lt;br /&gt;i felt v over protective.. &gt;&lt; i dont want people ard me to b hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i wanna know that friend beta =) hehe... cukoo me.. coz i actually enjoyed toking to him..&lt;br /&gt;Zzz... =) another good frewn-to-be? only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, toked to my senior the other day&lt;br /&gt;catched up on his life.. he seems to be coping well.. ouh well..&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;yesterday i went to swap my off day to today and got a stern 'why so late then want to swap' tok with a tl.. lol.. in the end tml im not accompanying my frewn for his stuff..lol.. n i tink i pushed it too far yest morn when i toked to him.. imagine jumping ard the SAME topic for almost 2 hours.. &gt;&lt; 2-4am.. then i got headache..=bad mood =super sensitive.. n something he said made me jux snap n bang down the phone.. =X ..n he apologised [i dunno what for coz i was the one hu should for throwing a tantrum] ..lol... haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..i hit 80 inbound calls..lol..90 total stats...LOL! 1st time..in so manyyy days.. haix.. but its hell la.. i dispute soo many dump at I/C. .. Zzz... haix.. then got one..coz i received a msg then i bad mood..then i tok not so smooothly.. in the end frm no dispute become a dispute case..LOL! ...Zz... im unstable ...&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Playgrd Wish Today : how i wish i knew u beta bef ... Lol.. all i can say is that im blind?.....ouh well.. i'll jux wait n wait... Zz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2362364118953698765?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2362364118953698765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2362364118953698765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2362364118953698765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2362364118953698765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-past-few-dayz.html' title='my past few dayz'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2330357026234617926</id><published>2009-01-02T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:26:35.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPdates !!..UPdates!!!!</title><content type='html'>haha.. hey HAPPIE NEW YR~!.. n a not-so-happie muharram ..(if u wanna knoe..10th muharram is the day one of prophet's grandson was killed by beheading.. its a day called ashura..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. the last FEW weeks of my life.. LOTS have happened!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study-buddy bdae..went out with her bef her bdae.. n treated her the whole day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past off day, i went out with study-buddy, CY n bad best frewn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st 2..nothing to talk abt..but whoa! i really missed my bad best friend! sooo much to talk abt ..so little time! had an enjoyable day with her! i reaaaaallllyyy miss her so much.. =) we managed to find the perfect (to me it was super pretty..i wanna keep it for myself) bdae present for rachie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah..the off day bef this off day, i went out swimming in the morn..lol.. i was tired after 7 laps..thats damn pathetic..then went out with study-buddy to buy her diary..so there we go..to PRINTS.. whoa.. the books there damn ex la! ..anw, i bought a present for elayne n my religious-best -frewn ... lol..n one ENGRAVED keychain for my mom.. lol..took super loong to engrave one key-chain.. so me n study-buddy hang ard city hall area..n went home quite late..lol..&lt;br /&gt;n the farnie story comes in.. i gave my mom the present.. she was soo happie n she tot it was too nice.. so she decided to keep it after work that day... LOL n she misplaced it.. n now its missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt frm this event : buy an UGLY present that my mom will use for her bdae next yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. is my off day.. im so shag n tired after going out every off day.. so slept in today.. n guess what.. i woke up with a headache.. walked ard with the world spinning in front of me.. help my mom make epok-epok.. n just as i was abt to sleep/take a aftnn nap, 2 frewns called me..lol.. in the end.. at 3+ i had to go out for a youth dialogue session ( a uk cleric came down to s'pore for this) ..coz the topic for the day interest me sooo much ' how to deal with Islam in the 21st century' ...then the nite, helped out for the nite muharram majlis...LOL .. n the whole day im weak..tired..n down with a horrible flu.. n i can feel a fever creeping up... =X  ... soooo sickkk...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Playgrd wish for today :  i wish i could adopt an abandoned baby frm one of those ISLAM countries that are hit by these conflicts ..n help change that kid's life... i wanna change the world for a beta place.. may allah assist me in this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my this years' resolution : improve myself to be a better  servant of Allah, daughter, ..friend...and a person who can help those ard her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2330357026234617926?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2330357026234617926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2330357026234617926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2330357026234617926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2330357026234617926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-updates.html' title='UPdates !!..UPdates!!!!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3734558799899655073</id><published>2008-12-25T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:56:05.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoaa</title><content type='html'>sum1 showed me my call stats.. im NORMAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. hit an average of 8.0 sumthing calls per hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad for a 2nd week lerh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope ppl wont double bank me! =) i dont like people listening to my speech.. =)&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;i got my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAY!! WHOAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this is the 1st time i eva saw a payslip that comes thru ur email! damn cool la!&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i tink i nid to eat lesser these days.. i bet im gaining weight.. neva excercise since god knows when...&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;br /&gt;anw, i tink i shall delay my driving liscence.. i nid to get my financial stuff sorted out!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump jump jump! i nid to get 7 ppl's bdae prezies!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3734558799899655073?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3734558799899655073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3734558799899655073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3734558799899655073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3734558799899655073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoaa.html' title='whoaa'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1115503934793257375</id><published>2008-12-17T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:14:47.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>i cant believe i hitted 94 calls in 8.5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand d insistent irritating cus lo!&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;i tink the way of how the management is run could oso b improved...&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;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;oh well.. as long as they pay me.. i dn care...&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;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;br /&gt;i wanna go OUT n SHOP!! argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1115503934793257375?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1115503934793257375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1115503934793257375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1115503934793257375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1115503934793257375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7623865571869216498</id><published>2008-12-13T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:53:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>hmm.. no longer an eye candy le..&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;Zzzz....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working life is boring...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing abt having guys ard u is that...once u skip lunch/dinner = diet.. = comment on it&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat dinner wrong..dont eat oso wrong..talk oso wrong.. dont talk oso wrong! whoaaa!!!&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;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;br /&gt;sunday = donate blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i jux wanna write abt an amazing thing... i could finally fit in my 6-months-cant-fit -in jeans!&lt;br /&gt;could finally squeeze in my levis jeans = my weight muz have reduced to the bef-prelims weight.. more to go!!!!&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;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;hope's stressed @ work..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she can get used to it soon.. =) like me! =) kampatei!&lt;br /&gt;i miz my bad best frewn.. i hope she's having fun @ jap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7623865571869216498?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7623865571869216498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7623865571869216498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7623865571869216498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7623865571869216498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-377366981985350528</id><published>2008-12-07T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:13:21.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life up till this moment</title><content type='html'>job is soso.. not that nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite crappy but can wash eye everyday...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok LA... haha..&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;hope's gonna work @ same place.. =) can meet her every lunch-break le ^^&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting.. i got paid $7..she gets $9.. but i dont care.. itz bout experience..not pay =)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, enuf abt work crap!&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;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;today was funn! went Central.. saw this nice shop.. N i realise i DESPERATELY NID TO SLIM DOWN A LOT NOW!!!! kampatei me!&lt;br /&gt;sat by the clarke quay n took pics with hope..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v nice experience overall.. =)&lt;br /&gt;hope that one day we can double date go there @ nite kae hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, hope is v happie @ see-ing ppl get thrown in that thingy..LOL!..scary!&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;playgrd wish today : i wan to get my PAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-377366981985350528?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/377366981985350528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=377366981985350528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/377366981985350528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/377366981985350528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-up-till-this-moment.html' title='life up till this moment'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6747840633650142994</id><published>2008-11-26T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:37:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next phase of my life journey</title><content type='html'>got a job.. started.. tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a next door guy, a cute guy n a nerd guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a gurl..hu i cant talk much too.. guess she doesnt mix with my type..(too old/too smart for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of stuff to memo..  more then what i normally do.. haix..&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;got to do 1hr each..rotating shift jux now..she was damn pro la ..beside her.. i felt like an incompetent fool.. imagine yourself.. the youngest the most inexperienced kid.. being brought to a castle where u r supposed to learn all the turns n corners n master it asap.. now i jux feel like my future is a dim corridor where there r traps hidden in unknown areas  together with a person who is familiar with all these traps.. where i nid to reach the other end of the corridor with the slightest trap n my STM sondition is not helping..Zzzz...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to move on..&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to pick myself up n RUN! run syu run!&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;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;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-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Playgrd Wish 4 today: i wanna know all the guys beta =) gurls too but since im going home with 1 of them for the next 4 months.. might as well jux make frewnz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;[im not bf hunting right now..not that desperate yet..haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6747840633650142994?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6747840633650142994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6747840633650142994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6747840633650142994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6747840633650142994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-phase-of-my-life-journey.html' title='the next phase of my life journey'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-520622463025282252</id><published>2008-11-20T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:17:51.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISSED! totally pissed.!!! freaking pissed.. am i supposed to read ur bloody mind? i dont bloody care..i've had enuf..how am i supposed to bloody know what u have..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-520622463025282252?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/520622463025282252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=520622463025282252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/520622463025282252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/520622463025282252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-totally-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1644513197482431260</id><published>2008-11-20T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:41:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)=)</title><content type='html'>examz ended yest.. i felt relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sangz house.. then we changed planz.. instead of shopping, we went job-hunting.. uber interesting ddayy...&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;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;today..went job hunting again..tiredd.. completed helping a frewn with his blog..Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i tink i disturbed people's silent life with my nonsense.. sum1's phone rang (due to my sms) during a practical.. n during a lecture.. lol.. i hope the person learnt a lesson: dont give me hp numbers.. haha! lol! n if i have ur no, plz put it to silent mode.. =D [now the friend gave me a slot/timing to sms..LOL! u think i would follow?..lol..i sms according to my mood..not timings =)]&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;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;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-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Playgrd Wish today: i wan a AGNES B. WALLET!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1644513197482431260?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1644513197482431260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1644513197482431260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1644513197482431260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1644513197482431260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_20.html' title='=)=)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5565642397463516535</id><published>2008-11-16T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:44:17.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>anw, thurs i went johor..bought 2 new tops.. =) ..fri exam n library... sat n today - help my aunt with her husband's sister's daughter's wedding.. a FAR relative of mine.. (who i dont even knoe..they seem to recognise me though.. Zzz... i tink itz jux my bad memory..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5565642397463516535?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5565642397463516535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5565642397463516535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5565642397463516535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5565642397463516535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_16.html' title='...'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-594480699530880057</id><published>2008-11-16T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:41:49.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super saddd!</title><content type='html'>im sad&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;i lost my dear external hard disk frm last yr..&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;search fr 1 yr already.. after tuesday, im gonna TOTALLY CLEAR MY RM! n the STUDY RM! n find my long lost partner in crime!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where r u my darling?&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;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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rachie: yeah! save money! my hp bill is like totally out of range la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely get migraine.. =( i hate it.. feel like pulling all my hair out n take my brain outta my skull when it happens.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Playgrd Wish for today: i want my external hard disk back! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-594480699530880057?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/594480699530880057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=594480699530880057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/594480699530880057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/594480699530880057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-saddd.html' title='super saddd!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-844532053748150587</id><published>2008-11-13T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:01:39.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>2 more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa!! the endless road is ending soon...!!&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;i nid to diet ! shit...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink one of my friendship is not worth my time anymore..&lt;br /&gt;im tired in being the one who calls.. i'm not calling people anymore..if u wanna tok..u call.. dn msg me with: im free now, u can call.. u tink i always free ahr? i'm not caling people anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-844532053748150587?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/844532053748150587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=844532053748150587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/844532053748150587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/844532053748150587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_13.html' title='=)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-353927042853131163</id><published>2008-11-12T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:36:20.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the strike has ended</title><content type='html'>whoa stupid hormones.. they ended their strike jux bef econs paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky the paper was tricky enuf to distract me frm a terrible stomach..!&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;then comes the tsunami.. i knoe people reading this will b like.. is this A lvl student crazy? being awake at 4am blogging when she's supposed to b studying for ppr 1 econs? but oh well.. nature happened to me n i had to wash clean change things.. n i cant sleep coz something is drying!! Zzzz.. y did this happen to me? tooo high stress lvl? but i have my 1.5-2hrs leisure per day despite it being an exam period..(which i need..or i realise my hormones willl go on total strike!)...&lt;br /&gt;zZZ... at least no more 2 papers a day.. today's an afternoon paper.. so i tink i can sleep again in 3 hrs..for 1-2 more hours? i wonder......&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz gonna b over soon...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uphill journey..that seem endless.. now we jux have to wait n c the results of our 2-yr effortz.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-353927042853131163?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/353927042853131163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=353927042853131163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/353927042853131163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/353927042853131163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-strike-has-ended.html' title='when the strike has ended'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6974460201617213519</id><published>2008-11-11T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:42:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im dead but i dont care</title><content type='html'>i dont care if i died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what matters now is the countdown.. 3 more to go.. now is my anime time!! 2 hours.. then study study.. Zzz.. what to study for ppr 1? actually i dunno.. im jux going thru econs tuition notez...!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my darling... =) my books.. where oh where r u guys! i nid sum fiction soon or i'll die!&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;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;anw, did i mentioned i screwed my A levels! anw, i did my best thats wat matters to me.. its a fight with myself not against others but against me.. if i cant make it..then i guess i have to find alternative ways n means to get where i wanna b..&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;my playgrd wish: i wanna my DARLING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6974460201617213519?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6974460201617213519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6974460201617213519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6974460201617213519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6974460201617213519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dead-but-i-dont-care.html' title='im dead but i dont care'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-628906816121052952</id><published>2008-11-10T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:16:38.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>5 more papers... 3 more major ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml.. =X&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;i hope i can survive!&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;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;come on shoe.. u can so it!&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;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;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;jux woke up frm a 2-hr nap.. now i wana cont memo-ing econs .. tml morn nid to memo chem.. =( i hate exam periods thats full of memo subs.. im pissed..im more tired then pissed with my examz.. i tink of i flunk this yr, i dn wanna repeat the whole thingy again next yr.. its a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Playgrd wish: how i wish i could have slp..eternal slp...but i have to endure life =) be positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-628906816121052952?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/628906816121052952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=628906816121052952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/628906816121052952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/628906816121052952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4374345029238686617</id><published>2008-11-09T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:51:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cried..</title><content type='html'>there i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking home frm tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears jux streaming out.. jux kept coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stressed.. im tired.. 1st friends-plz dont intro me to any of ur frewns esp frm THAT BLOODY sch.. i dont wanna know them , i dont wanna study with them.. i dont mix with snobs.. i mix with ppl hu r humble.. nor do i wanna mix with them n stress myself up..&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;br /&gt;i dont know if i can make it.. knowing the future seeming so bleak...&lt;br /&gt;so i jux downpoured all my way home..&lt;br /&gt;walking on the road.. jux crying my heart out..&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;im tired! im tired! i dont wanna have any more close frewns.. ST n my bad best frewn is enuf.. the 2 who endlessly bring joy n love into my life.. well..the rest .. u r still jux gd frewns to me..&lt;br /&gt;people who make me cry..im jux tired la.. lets put it as that...&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;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-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Playgrd wish: i wanna play play n play..immerse myself in oblivion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4374345029238686617?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4374345029238686617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4374345029238686617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4374345029238686617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4374345029238686617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cried.html' title='i cried..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7285013721343251845</id><published>2008-11-07T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:14:09.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....&gt;&lt;.....</title><content type='html'>good web for examiners tips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examzone.co.uk/home/tips-timetable/examiner-tips/"&gt;http://www.examzone.co.uk/home/tips-timetable/examiner-tips/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall highlight this pt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;10) Once you have finished the exam, don't worry about it and try to avoid comparing your answers with other students. Now the examiners' hard work begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Note to self: i have been obeying this rule! mux continue to do so! kampatei me! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nose has been running since morn! marathon i tell u.. i feel so ZZzzz! i shant do chem today..instead, i'll b banging for phy paper 2! kampatei me! haha.. tml chem + ECONS! no more procrastinating shoe...no more! enuf! u nid to study the 2 most hated subs eventhough it will kill u! itz only 2 pathetic subs more.. u r more or less ok for phy.. so gogogo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt; thing.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; subs to do.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; words i shant say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;days..i hate u...whoa!! applies to chem n econs!! cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7285013721343251845?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7285013721343251845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7285013721343251845' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playgrd wish: i wanna get that 1, 2, 3, 4 i love u song... hmm..i go find n show u all.. i fell in love with the song.. super nice la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5713407239161594979?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5713407239161594979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5713407239161594979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5713407239161594979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5713407239161594979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/heheh-moi-non-exam-life.html' title='heheh.. moi non-exam life..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3348481083989546518</id><published>2008-11-06T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:43:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>i died a horrible death today...&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;dont tell me abt it.. dont talk to me abt it!....&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Allah plz help me.. =)&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;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;be positive syuhada! u can do it! i shall tie plaids tml!!! i nid to b positive for MATHZ paper 2!!!&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;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;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;aft mathz itz 6 more papers to go! i have to study hard for chem on fri, (phy + econs) sat n sun! yeah! add oil syuhada! kampatei! RUNRUNRUN!&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;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;=( itz still not coming out.. my mom says blood danation wont help, its diff blood...really? anw, im really interested in Allied healthcare.. it seems nice! i get to learn abt..human anotomy!!! yeah! itz cool! i LOOOVE IT!&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;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;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;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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;plzygrd wish for today: come out come out where ever u r.. plz dont go on strike!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3348481083989546518?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3348481083989546518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3348481083989546518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3348481083989546518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3348481083989546518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1336951557977130165</id><published>2008-11-05T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:01:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>ok..8 more paper 2/3 of my A levels left.. n im starting to get sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. my hormones jux went on strike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know i feel so stressed until all the symtomes have appeared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise it until my stomach area feel so bloated..&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;n when i ate the medcine to shit, all my feaces r out n yet my stomach still feel pain...&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;so i guess there is only 1 thingy left that is supposed to come out 1 wk ago n it didnt...&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;br /&gt;ARGHH!!! y now??... neva had this prob bef!!!&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me?&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;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-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Playgrd wish: come OUT!!! ( maybe i shld find a blood donation drive. =.= will it work? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1336951557977130165?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1336951557977130165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1336951557977130165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1336951557977130165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1336951557977130165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-1768686221905564996</id><published>2008-11-04T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:16:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes..</title><content type='html'>i wanna get a pink shirt after As&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-1768686221905564996?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1768686221905564996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=1768686221905564996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1768686221905564996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/1768686221905564996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishes.html' title='wishes..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6146138113491637561</id><published>2008-11-04T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:15:08.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he jux light up my whole day!</title><content type='html'>this morn..was a phy paper 3.. followed by a 3-hr-terrible mathz paper, 4 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that really made my day was that he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;d in the morn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Smile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the only thing that lights up my day.. i love people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; at me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough there is no reason to, so i kinda did this.. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;d to the stall auntie in the market where i bought tau-fu frm.. guess what..she immediately &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;d back.. she look so exhausted n when i said thank u.. it became one big wide grin! oh man.. i totally love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;smiles&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;i guess ST does that every morn too!! =) ehhe.. which is y i like talking to her.. she's jux full of gossip n life.. not like any other workaholic-zombies i c ard.. thats y i like talking to her.. it makes me feel brighter.. =) i tink she shld b a psychologist.. =)&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;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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Playgrd wish 4 2dae: i want people to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; at me! I want to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; @ ppl n brighten up their gloomy life..!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6146138113491637561?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6146138113491637561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6146138113491637561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6146138113491637561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6146138113491637561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-jux-light-up-my-whole-day.html' title='he jux light up my whole day!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-2097649384481760799</id><published>2008-10-29T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:13:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wohooo! add oil!</title><content type='html'>vampire knight guilty!! ....love the opening song! esp the ending part.!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed 1/3 of my phy TYS! kampatei me.. =) !! lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-2097649384481760799?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2097649384481760799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=2097649384481760799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2097649384481760799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/2097649384481760799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/wohooo-add-oil.html' title='wohooo! add oil!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8689857733334642507</id><published>2008-10-29T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:12:26.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol..im dead tired..n bored!..</title><content type='html'>i wanna name my child suki! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8689857733334642507?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8689857733334642507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8689857733334642507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8689857733334642507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8689857733334642507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/lolim-dead-tiredn-bored.html' title='lol..im dead tired..n bored!..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6158486871830144246</id><published>2008-10-23T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:28:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i nid self-motivation</title><content type='html'>i was telling a sec sch friend that im dead le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said..&lt;br /&gt;-come on man i noe u can do it&lt;br /&gt;-youve been owning ppl since sec sch&lt;br /&gt;-i noe its no diff in jc&lt;br /&gt;-u will do as well one&lt;br /&gt;-YES KAMPATEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply..&lt;br /&gt;-lol&lt;br /&gt;-thats sec sch&lt;br /&gt;-i've like learnt to give up easily&lt;br /&gt;-jc totally suckz la..&lt;br /&gt;-no life.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-last tym still can last min chiong..&lt;br /&gt;-now im like only hanging there..trying not to fall..&lt;br /&gt;-but now im like drowning le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said..&lt;br /&gt;-aiyaaa come on man&lt;br /&gt;-nth is stopping u man&lt;br /&gt;-the oni thing hesitating is urself&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;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i hesitating?&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my playground wish: i nid a motivation!!! KAMPATEI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6158486871830144246?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6158486871830144246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6158486871830144246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6158486871830144246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6158486871830144246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-nid-self-motivation.html' title='i nid self-motivation'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3770566500648725004</id><published>2008-10-22T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:36:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3cea45768fe78074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3770566500648725004?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3770566500648725004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3770566500648725004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3770566500648725004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/3770566500648725004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-love.html' title='im in love...'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-9059995332853511192</id><published>2008-10-19T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:20:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears jux keep falling..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i feel so depressed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it jux fell on me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;the whole weight of everything jux fell on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;now im crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-9059995332853511192?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9059995332853511192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=9059995332853511192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/9059995332853511192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/9059995332853511192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/tears-jux-keep-falling.html' title='tears jux keep falling..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-451827248569014866</id><published>2008-10-19T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:41:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom</title><content type='html'>my moms toking nonsense again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes preeching abt how impt education is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n she told me not to involve myself in adults talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i? an invalid? a typical normal gurl who dumb herself down to look gd in front of others? i am a person whose education teaches her to say what they think..give their opinions on maters.. not ignore it.. n DUMB myself down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jux now she jux announced in front of the whole family ... that she's gonna c whose gonna go get a degree 1st.. she jux gave me n my bro the inevitable competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its frustrating irritaing.. n depressing n stressful for me okay?!? its jux so furiously FREAKING Stressful.... =X&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it..&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it jux angers me that im supposed to be like OTHER GIRLS! PRETTY DUMB barbie-doll looking idiots..!! i dont wanna b like them! my mom jux bruise my self-esteem BIG time... maybe i should go on one of those eating-disorders...maybe she'll want me too.. i wonder...&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-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cousin has a new bf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PLAYGROUND Wish for today: i wanna b who i am...i wanna b apathetic to my moms words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-451827248569014866?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/451827248569014866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=451827248569014866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/451827248569014866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/451827248569014866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom.html' title='mom'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-3679273084586355239</id><published>2008-10-17T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:47:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my way home (excuse my errors in eng)</title><content type='html'>there i was walking towards the MRT, towards home, in oblivion, as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt the caste system, about modern people, about history..with my frewn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the trains arrived..i idly strolling in while tons rushed in to grab a seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i stood with the 987 top 20 blasting thru my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i strarted observing my surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me is a worn-out office-looking man in a blue long-sleeved shirt.. looking jux so exhausted that he is looking at a spot above my head (empty white area of the MRT)... listless-ly, crossing is arm.. jux impatient to be home i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to his left is this couple.. the gurl is jux uber-pretty ..jux imagine this average gurl who has a flawless face with a tiny mole on the bottom of her right cheek..in this pretty-decent yet gorgeous-on-her dress.. hugging a grey file with a black laptop bag.. with a next-door-looking guy(who i shall assume is a bf) im front of her.. they were so obsessed in their oh-so-heated-looking argument.. throwing continuous retortions to each other...n 5 stops later, the guy got off the train.. n the gurl looked crushed.. kept looking at the door.. n took out her hp.. to hold it.. as if expecting a call... n as though it could read her mind, it rang.. n there she goes talking animatedly to that hp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n on the right of the guy in front of me..there is this other pretty looking gurl who is totally engrossed in her book.. ( wonder whether i look liddat reading on the mrt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to my right...around a metre away.. i c this couple.. the guy is in hot pink shirt.. pretty-muscular.. with PURPLE hair .. n white specs... the gurl had her back to me.. orh man.. how i would love to have her hair..!! imagine a hip-length hair that is sooo straight, soft-looking and natural looking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i continued standing there in awe.. just purely observing the whole scene ..the whole everyday life glaringly in front of my face.. a multiracial community, all going-thru the hustle n bustle of city life... so obsessed in their own-narcissistic life.. oblivious to their surrounding...3/4 of whom are using electronic devices..(i, too, am guilty as charged =)) ...&lt;br /&gt;and jux living their own life... in ignorance... so uptight... neva really enjoying life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sadness weighing on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i tink thats the life im living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u dont really care abt every1 ard u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i do care for some people...) ... i tink im the easiest person that every1 can read like a book...&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i felt sad today.. suddenly felt like crying..i jux missed the idea of being in this class...who i hate yet love... i jux wanted to c every1 smile a last tym.. a true smile... it suddenly fell on me that the next step aft this... is no longer formal class-room style of education...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;that we r growing up n out of education...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;that today i is the LASt day im gonna feel like a real-student...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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="color:#99ff99;"&gt;today im really doing lotsa thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&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;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i feel sad.. i feel crushed... i wanna stay a student...yet i wanna grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;n the inevitable doom in 2 wks..sadddddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-3679273084586355239?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3679273084586355239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=3679273084586355239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still tinking abt the lil kids!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.. abt how much they will face the world in the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4182624735949451750?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4182624735949451750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4182624735949451750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4182624735949451750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4182624735949451750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids.html' title='Kids..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-6091484639360077279</id><published>2008-10-10T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:52:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waDs in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = im angry..im pissed.. or im tired...or im SAD = stay away =leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excessively crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = im stressed..i wanna talk.. i wanna calm down n throw all my stress energy in terms of words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;im pissed.. @ sum1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;u ask me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;why i have so much free time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if u dont wanna talk.. dont pick up the call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after like 4-5 years of knowing me. u r the only person who doesnt know n understand ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;will u eva get me? to me ( as i have said n told) u r still a piece of puzzle i can never solve.. but me being so open n transparent to u (which i not usually am to non-girl friends), N u tell me u dont get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y r u so blind?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;does friendship means only pick up a friends call when ur having UR HOLIDAYS?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, friendship cannot be like that.. i hate friends who&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; only&lt;/span&gt; sms/talk to others abt important matters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends shld share gd n bad times.. they r not only there when u nid them to help u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if u dont wanna talk nor listen, fine by me.. save your oh-so-prescious time.. for something else.. if u r telling me this, n ur only at poly, it shows how distant we will b once we touch work-life.. once i touch uni.. once u go for NS... i am angry.. but im more sad then anrgy.. u made me cry the 2nd time... this yr.. 3rd time eva since i know u........ there is a limit to me too u know........ u might neva read this.. but im jux venting out my feelings.. so it wont interfere in my studying..... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;anw, something cute happened.. ME n study-buddy went to watch HOUSE BUNNY! sooooo kawaiii!! ... hahaha... n my younger bro watched his 1st horror movie with me on SAT..last SAT... ;) so cute.. i end up having to slp in his rm coz he couldnt slp... -.- so cute!! hahaha... its the story 'THE RING' ... hehehehe... n... i saw a super nice brown guy shirt.. i hope my study-buddy's bro will buy that shirt... -.-" i knoe its like no-link ... Zzzz... anw, im dying a slow n horrible death.. my parents r pressuring me to work when its not even after A lvls.. they r jux crazy! LOL!...&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="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Playground wish for TODAY: I wanna REVERSE time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw my sch hall stage filled with cute little kids today.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it cheered me up after the gloomy week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were singing n dancing so innocently ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wan touched..i was jumping up n down crooning over hw cute they r .... i jux went crazy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so KAWAIII!!!!! .................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-6091484639360077279?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6091484639360077279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=6091484639360077279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6091484639360077279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/6091484639360077279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-im-silent-im-angry.html' title='waDs in my mind'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-8978001851793599768</id><published>2008-10-04T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:58:31.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dread</title><content type='html'>i dread. its 20+ days more to As...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i cant do that well!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i cant make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i end up no where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dread dread dread.. every1's so confident that i can make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread meeting some cousins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread @ the confidence they have over my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually can make it... but this time round....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh Allah please help me in this tough road before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- i nid to suck all the confidence off from them!.......................&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i do that well?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Playground wish for today: I wan CERTAINTY!.. i wan that..desperately............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-8978001851793599768?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8978001851793599768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=8978001851793599768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8978001851793599768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/8978001851793599768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/dread.html' title='dread'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5214792248774106249</id><published>2008-10-04T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:47:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush...</title><content type='html'>only a song can tell a story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a song can draw a picture that says a thousand words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a song can show you the whole situation that i was, am n might continually b in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;real or just another crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5214792248774106249?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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changi... &gt;&lt;... ouh well.. may allah let him rest in peace...n guide him in the right path....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Playground wish for todAy : Prayers for my paternal grandmother pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;ssed away last 2/3 yrs..n my paternal grandfather who passed away bef my parents even got married.. =) may ALLAH let them rEst in PeaCe...&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/7190183207975625821-2475697269535149080?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2475697269535149080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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LOL!&lt;br /&gt;now is supposed to b gp mock.. but im not in sch..lol..i cant reach sch on tym so im not going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing : my moms quiet.. she say its good that i help out..says that its wad a gurl shld do!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gurl is dying of tiredness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant she see that.,?!?!?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to hari raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink i can survive it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONGRATS TO RACHIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Playground wish : I wanna name my daughter AMI-it means love in jap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-9143487622384051740?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9143487622384051740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=9143487622384051740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/9143487622384051740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/9143487622384051740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown~i jux woke up'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5459178256852622508</id><published>2008-09-09T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:33:59.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt; blogger is undergoing lotsa emo stuff n mental prep!</title><content type='html'>Print print print..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dododo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying.. im gonna jux give it my all! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogogogo!!.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5459178256852622508?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5459178256852622508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5459178256852622508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5459178256852622508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5459178256852622508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogger-is-undergoing-lotsa-emo-stuff-n.html' title='&gt;&lt; blogger is undergoing lotsa emo stuff n mental prep!'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5713084616309403348</id><published>2008-09-07T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:32:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SattDay =)</title><content type='html'>yeahz! know wad.. yesterday was a FUN day studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically we(me n hopee) went to WOODLANDS REGIONAL LIBRARY to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we as kan-chiong people came there early.. -- more of hope came there early.. i woke up late n jux changed shirt bef going outta my house..lol..lucky i bathed 3 hours earlier jux bef i slept..-- i reached there @ 9.40 n guess wad? the front of d library were full of students n people..unbelievable man! it was a picture worth taking..its like great s'pore sale except that this is in front of a LIBRARY! can u believe it.. n when the gate opened..people RAN into the library! really i mean RUN!!!!! whoa.. so me n hope happily run skipped n laughed our way to the 4th story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled down..laughed..tried to do our work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her frewn n his GF came..well she's his senior etc..lol..&lt;br /&gt;the story: he wanted a GF; she wanted a BF so they jux TADAAA!!! haha lol... ok.. wasnt comfortable toking to him though ..dunno y it was awkward..he's a bit cold...lol.. his frewn was friendly though.... if u calculate properly..thats 5 people with 4 seats.. haha..so 1 of us had to seat below.. =X .. me at the start then the guy who has a gf.. the other guy..lets jux name him A... this A guy jux reminded me of sumone.. his smile n laughter n the way he jux looks.. =.= [this blogger is crazy coz she finds him cute] .. then when i went home..his face jux stuck in my mind.. then jux bef sleeping.. i realised who he looks like..one of my cca senior in jj... lol.. but A looks n feels nicer..more warmer n friendly.. =) the other guy's GF is great too! orh man!.. they r jux amazing people.. .... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted chem.. or more of ask someone to help me with chem.. totally GRATEFUL to that person.. =) apparently the person is also good @ physicx too.. hmm.. maybe i can ask the person to teach me quantum n nuclear soon..! haha.. im horrible @ those topics!.. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i tink im a sucker @ being a student.. im like staring @ him teaching half the time..LOL! n trying my best to concentrate on what he is teaching me.. ekkz!!! not again... another ***** event.. DIE! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only completed 1 mathz paper.. not a v productive day.. but it was definitely enjoyable.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;P.S. Not ALL AC guys r cannot-make-it guys ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;PlaYgrounD WiSh 4 toDay : I wanna Study Mre @ the LibRary.. ;) hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5713084616309403348?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5713084616309403348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5713084616309403348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5713084616309403348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5713084616309403348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/sattday.html' title='SattDay =)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7531778032048499104</id><published>2008-09-05T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:05:15.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YesTerDay..</title><content type='html'>Haha.. yesterday was the WEIRDEST faRNy-estS Day eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets c..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morn..had to wake up early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed my bAg so tt it was the lightest....removed my umbrella..coz d past few days.. ive been lugging it ard n not using it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out of the hse at 9.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached JE at 10.15..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess what?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE SEATS WERE OCCUPIED! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me n ST decided to go bugis.. but it RAINED!.. me n ST were trapped.. she at the MRT, me at library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she bought an umbrella frm aries n fetched me frm library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her feet were soaking wet when she reached JE library..so we decided to walk ard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet.. n guess wad?!? i realised that the umbrella ABSORBED WATER!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i blow dried it so we can use again ltr.. but when we went out of the library..GUESS WAD?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it almost STOPPED RAINING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bugis.. we walked by the inside shops.. saw this cute crystals animals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to hold it..n i DROPPED IT!! so i kindda left the turtle headless.. felt guilty n paid 4 it.. but the auntie was nice enuf to let me take another one n let me pay 2 for a cheaper price..she say at least i hav sumthing to bring home.. so ST bought a crystal elephant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the library.. n GUESS WAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were only allowed to bring a few papers of printed papers!! lol.. the last tym we went there, we brought like... 1 STACK of papers n a bk summore..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we were..doing timed papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n we ended early so tt we could shop.. saw n showed ST hope's bdae present..LOL it was sold @ twice the price we bought it..LOL so fluff is a branded good i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sum jap'y thingys @ precious tots there.. me n ST planned to buy the pencil box =) anw, we saw this cute word called SAI - which means shit in chi but apparently it means intelligent in sum other lang! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA... n my day was summarised by my mom scolding me when i reached home..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT Day huh?...if only it could get any worse..anw maybe its a blessing in disguise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cnt mantain laughing when i saw the word. RARE.. haha ST read 'Rare materials' as RAW materials..which is a description of what they have at the bugis library! LOL imagine..eh i wanna get some raw materials.. so letz go to the library.. =) cuTE! Kawaaiiii!... ;)&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-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;PLaygrd Wish 4 toDay : I wANNa so SCUBA DIVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;~ any1 who reads my blog n love languages n deep meanings in poems do visit the link melvin.. he's my teacher but his poems r interesting.. c this 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of his earlier works..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Title: a day in sch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dronedronedronedronedrone…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nochoicenochoicenochoicenochoice……&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boring…boring…boring…boring…boring…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hisvoicehisvoicehisvoicehisvoicehisvoicehisvoice…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my teacher’s. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-copyrighted by Mr Melvin frm his web ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i can totally LINK TO THIS POEM DURING GP @ SCH! ops..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-7531778032048499104?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7531778032048499104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=7531778032048499104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7531778032048499104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/7531778032048499104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday.html' title='YesTerDay..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5539331006066764197</id><published>2008-09-02T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:49:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MathZ</title><content type='html'>heyhey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went 4 econz in d morn.. so sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to study mathz..3 hr paper.. but orh man..with ST, gossips jux makes my mathz seem not so burdening.. =) cheers! we did timed 07' A lvl paper.. i tot tt it was diff. ouh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday Rachie enlightened me regarding a lot of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i shld consider physio teraphy scholarship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZL says that if i break the bond, i'll loose credibility ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not get job easily in d future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinking bout my future ...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tinking if i have one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-5539331006066764197?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5539331006066764197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=5539331006066764197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5539331006066764197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/5539331006066764197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/mathz.html' title='MathZ'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-4876445427555201848</id><published>2008-09-01T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:03:07.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha..My HOLz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jessy: haha.. i meant the real chocolate factory tt owns the shop in vivo..seriously..the shop sells expensive chocz!!.. i want some =) ... i neva watch the charlie n the choc factory..whose willy wonka? err....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to be able to keep up with my life here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo much have happened.. so much to write abt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri = normal day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat = went to donate BLOOD!! yeah.. that day i nicked myself while doing something n i got all wobbly when i saw my blood.. well n i am donating blood..farnie huh?.. but everytime what pushes me to do it was: my dad got into an accident bef. n if it werent for all those packets of blood, he wouldn't b with us right now.. ouh well.. there goes the A+ blood of mine.. i was the 1st female there..n my cussin cant seem to prevent himself frm snaping my pics..ouh well.. im the only cousin who hates ppl taking her photo i guess.. my bro seem to enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aft blood donation..SINCE MY BRO HAVENT RETURN FRM MALACCA, me n my mom roamed ard AMK Hub for 3 n a half hours.. orh man..can u believe it..such a BIG,HUGE GIGANTIC shopping centre which does not have a HALAL foodcourt/eatery..WT_... n we had to walk all the way out to get food.. ouh well.. then we met our aunties at the Changi Hospital (we had to walk there frm simei mrt coz the bus service doent work on sat afternoon)...coz my 'grandfather' is sick..didnt really care bout him..coz i really have NO-none-NADA blood relation to him..ouh well..aft that went shopping with my other auntie at Parkway Parade..wohooo..nice sales..nice expensive dresses..lol..while my mom went home.. she 'belanja'ed' me dinner ..wohoo..n took 966 home frm there..whoa..reached home at 12 midnight..!! [jux realised i could have gone to sajc n cjc if i had known that 966 goes to those sch straight frm woodlands!!LOL] ST went to orchard n reached hme same timing as me..LOL.. both of us de-stress by the same way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SunDay = ...31st August..went tuition..met serene to collect the flyer tix [ThX serene 4 all the trouble!! ] n went with my aunt to send my other auntie up the flyer.. ouh well..it was a slacky fun day! but i felt something amiss the whole day..couldnt put my finger to it... this morn.. i realised.. ITS actually Jun Yi's B'DAE! no wonder i was wondering what i forgot.. anw, back to yest. we went to beach road to eat dinner..i had mutton steak.. =) wohoo..but when all of us walked home.. i realised every1 was silent..maybe coz we missed our grand-ma who lived at blk 5 ?... ouh well.. may Allah let her rest in peace in this month of Ramadhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! = spring cleaning day = d day i have to start opening my bookz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. HAPPIE 18th B'DAE ST!!!! ~remain as my gd jj frewn kae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-realised tt her being in the same sch as me..make me thankful tt aj rejected me.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-4876445427555201848?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4876445427555201848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=4876445427555201848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4876445427555201848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/4876445427555201848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahamy-holz.html' title='Haha..My HOLz..'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-49014336755628134</id><published>2008-08-28T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:00:20.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YesTerDay, TOdaY , TmR .. Enjoy now, Suffer later.. =)</title><content type='html'>Last 2 dayz= went ViVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YesTeRday i went to the flyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out with Study-Buddy n Her BesT FreWn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLYER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;orh man.. its my auntie's B'dae.. we went to the flyer..the story started when we alighted at City Hall Mrt Station..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Basically..went out of the train..met another auntie..n waited for another auntie n we took sum shutter bus to the FLyer.. it wasnt anything grand..but it look v high class n expensive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lucky im an August Baby..which means that with the ndp coupon, i get to go up for FREE!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well..when we reached there it was already night..so i took lotsa pics of my aunties tgt with the nite s'pore light as the background.. it was acutally moving damn slowly la..sianz..snap snap snap.. but all the pics my auntie took of me were shaky..ouh well.. (shall upload the pics when ive edited them..) .. but the sight was amazing.. it was really breath-taking.. -how i wish i had frewns to gawp with there n then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then we went ot komala villas..for dosai..(which i dont like to eat &gt;&lt;) 1st..on the way there.. there was this tourist asking whether there was any shopping centre ard that area.. i was like..saying abt Funan etc ..forgot abt Raffles city @ the other side &gt;&lt; ...then he introed us to his wife who is a malay s'porean but dont look like one.. orh i shld mention this..his sons were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt; anw, my aunt asked where he was frm..he was frm saudi arabia.. orh man..imagine a guy who is mixed malay n saudi.. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then when we were heading out of komala villas..there is this waiter who said bye to me n smiled frm ear to ear.. i was wondering..he neva c gurls bef izit..LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then then.. on the way home.. i was jux pure satisfied.. kept tinking abt the mixed guy who looked sooooo HOTTTT!! -.- [i nid to get my hormones to settle down SOON!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anw, the aunties talk were so censored that i have to laugh lyk no1's business! love their open-ness!! woohoooo..had a ball of a tym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;orh man..i miss my sec sch kiddoz.. anw, we went to watch a movie..which is not worth watching.. orh man.. i swear i neva wanna watch anything liddat unless its my husband.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;then we went for lunch..wooohooo..KFC..talk talk..well..i listened.. =) love the best frewns..they r sooo nice.. then me n study buddy went to BPP .. to find sum1's b'dae present.. =) n we got 1 free facial n 1 free tummy slimming thingy.. lol..so farnie.. so we went to try it out..since its free!..haha..had a ball of a tym! this day iz sooo fun cool n yet nice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;......................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today's Playgrd Wish.. : I wanna get a MIXED-Blood BF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;P.S. : today my dad brooched the subject abt sending me to Iran Uni.. haixxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7190183207975625821-49014336755628134?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/49014336755628134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7190183207975625821&amp;postID=49014336755628134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/49014336755628134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7190183207975625821/posts/default/49014336755628134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-retard-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-today-tmr-enjoy-now-suffer.html' title='YesTerDay, TOdaY , TmR .. Enjoy now, Suffer later.. =)'/><author><name>=)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00464641655578080714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-7964180219534234330</id><published>2008-08-27T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:36:27.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$ $ n more $ matters</title><content type='html'>Almost enuf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad gimme another $10 last nyte ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom saying she giving me more today ^^ yeah! can pay hp bill le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent ate a full lunch in sch for super long..have been saving my money to pay my hp Bill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate delaying payments.. ^^ always pay sch funds on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orh man.. lucky only ST's bdae thats coming..no one else.. soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope its enuf.. but im sure i cant pay my hp bill fully this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh well..financial stuff suckz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem paper.. iz like so fast.. didnt complete..anyhow whack!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. yawn.. hope it stop raining soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: HaPPY B'DAE AunTIE BUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PlayGrd Wish: I wanna b a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TAI TAI ^^&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/7190183207975625821-7964180219534234330?l=d-retard-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VSUMIBkB9wc/R-5Qj9weP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rgj7Ezmee0s/S220/blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7190183207975625821.post-5445523121641825942</id><published>2008-08-26T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:44:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..Here n Now</title><content type='html'>mom's keep threatening me to cut stop my tuition everytym i disobey/ talk back against her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. its interesting ..really.. when my bro was in sec sch n jc..he didnt want tuition n my mom insist on him having one..which in the end he quitted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n when i wanted tuition..she had to grudgingly approve..n she has to complain every nite n day how expensive my tuition is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tym she wants me to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i study willingly..n want to improve m weak subs n shes complaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was holding my specs n it broke into half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. she had to complain that its so damn expensive to get me a new frame..i said buy me 3 months contacts..aft that i can work n buy my own specs but she doesnt want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask for monthly money..she had to camplain its too much n grudgingly give me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i dont ask..she still ask my dad for the money for my 'supposedly sch activities' for her own use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my bro dont ask for money..she give him willingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger bro's expenses in a month = $4 x 20 days + $5 KFC for every 15 days in a month = $155 AND YES ..HE's in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRI 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder bro who is getting a scholarship of $1000 every month and is still getting some money frm my parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my expenses = $100 where i have to pay my own hp bills, class funds n personal expenses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk abt equality.. lol.. this is how biased a mother can be.. n this month.. i calculated i only got $40 for the whole month.. laughable izint it.. i dont know how im gonna pay my hp bills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jux farnie how life is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick today...vomitted.. my mom gave me a choise.. either go doctor n loose my this weeks pocket money..or stay in bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!... i stayed in bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humourous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz jux interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i had financial security...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;my 'playground' wish today : I wanna get married to the owner of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHOC. 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