<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770</id><updated>2009-10-13T16:44:24.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY MUST I PUT A TITLE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-740155948292936262</id><published>2009-03-22T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:45:41.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's more shameful to distrust your friends than to be deceived"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on (of all places) TV MOBILE! Quotes make people wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-740155948292936262?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/740155948292936262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/740155948292936262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#740155948292936262' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-6993159416760437515</id><published>2009-01-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:08:08.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTs7LOVvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mzt06BdqhhI/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTs7LOVvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mzt06BdqhhI/s320/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292666018354583282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTssOzybI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3_CYK1UgWOM/s1600-h/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTssOzybI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3_CYK1UgWOM/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292666014343088562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTsnI4HNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WopgSwmD6is/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTsnI4HNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WopgSwmD6is/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292666012976028882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a pet shop around Sixth Avenue to help my sis's friend (Jonathan) to clean up the pet shop that he's working at. That place is like a mini SPCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGS FOR SALE&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Schnauzer puppies, female (sisters)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Long-haired chihuahua puppy&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Chihuahua puppies that're so tiny, they kept trembling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGS THAT WERE ABANDONED/ABUSED:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Labrador, male, super huge (His owner fed him stuff like chicken rice which made his fur drop)&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Golden Retrievers, females (One has birth defect with bladder, one was abused, another was abandoned)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Pure white husky with black eyes puppy, male (Was up for adoption, but taken already)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Jack Russell, male (Abandoned)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Old Pitbull Terrier, female&lt;br /&gt;- ONE FIVE YEARS OLD MALE PEKEGINESE!!!! UP FOR ADOPTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of us going there was to check out the Pekeginese, and we wanted to adopt it, but my parents object and so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dogs are hilarious, but they poop and pee all around the place. And they'll poop again after we clean it up (with much effort). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked the Labrador (Bo) around the neighbourhood and I saw a Dalmation! ALL THESE ANGMOHS AH! KEEP POOR XINGXING (Gorilla) THE PEKEGINESE LEH!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work at the pet shop, even if I'd stink of shit. Those animals there are so innocent, so pure, and they aren't judgemental like humans. They don't give you serious attitude problems just because you did something wrong. They won't change their loyalty towards you just because you aren't able to spend enough time with them. And if you accidentally hurt them (eg cut their flesh instead of nails)they'll just bark in pain (hmmm depends on the breed), and they forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are indeed mankind's best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-6993159416760437515?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/6993159416760437515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/6993159416760437515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6993159416760437515' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/SXNTs7LOVvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mzt06BdqhhI/s72-c/Picture+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-2309660344300884155</id><published>2009-01-12T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:59:22.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The start of my J2 year was like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) Friends who inject fun into my school life retained, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Endless MSA dates that're confirmed. And as usual, I didn't study. C'MON LAH IT WAS HOLIDAYS, CAN MOE GIVE US A BREAK, HOLIDAYS ARE CALLED HOLIDAYS FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My PE is in the afternoon. AHHHH THE WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally do not look forward to A levels. I can imagine myself crying when I do all the math questions. Pulling my hair out when I memorise econs and chem. And feeling exhausted from all the essay writing for music (ah this is not as bad as math at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, my friends who retained won't be there with us. School life is seriously gonna be like shit this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one year will pass by real soon, but am I really prepared to face it? And what if I am not? Argh, seriously, let me be an amoeba. Just do binary fission all day HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, not even 1/12 through 2009 and I can already predict that I will hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-2309660344300884155?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2309660344300884155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2309660344300884155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2309660344300884155' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-1285671085868661918</id><published>2008-11-17T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:51:37.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being a girl because we get menses, and thus we PMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we PMS, it can ruin a lot of relationships. And sometimes, we cannot use PMS as an excuse to store it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, let me be an amoeba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-1285671085868661918?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1285671085868661918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1285671085868661918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1285671085868661918' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-8635307950685474328</id><published>2008-10-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:34:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the end of my sweet sixteen (disgusting term) and the start of seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so cursed to have promos results released on my birthday. In a sense, I guess my birthday luck helped me because I promote, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was a sucky birthday because the atmosphere in school was so...awkward. With people crying because they did badly etc. My celebratory mood just disappeared as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs results made me pissed off like fuck, put in so much effort still get such stupid grades. I wanna slap myself for not putting examples inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I've got real sweet friends who spent time preparing presents or sorts despite worrying for the release of promos results. Thank you all my dearest friends, you know who you are:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my whole afternoon eating at Pizzahut with Weishun (soulmate soulmate soulmate!). Talk cock like mad, no one understands me as well as you!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how many real friends I made throughout my life, and actually I think, it's less than ten for sure. Or maybe five. Sounds little, but I am contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ask for more. I have a great family who loves me, great real friends who are always there for me, putting a smile on my face on the darkest days. Situational friends who now and then make me happy, but at least we are friends before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the presents I've got, filled with sincerity and sweetness haha. Like how Joel's cheese cake cheered me up after I got back my dismal econs results. And Eve's photos/notes that made me even happier after eating the cheese cake HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sunflowers and Stevie Wonder's [Innervision] album too. Bet you took ages digging it out at HMV. That freaking album was produced in 1973! HAHAHA, LOVE IT A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for making this birthday bearable on a disgusting day!&lt;br /&gt;[By the way, yes I think I can promote. I am kinda like in dreaming mode, so I don't dare to confirm yet]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-8635307950685474328?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8635307950685474328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8635307950685474328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8635307950685474328' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-4170844544441199039</id><published>2008-10-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:47:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Put your iPod on shuff​le.​Then answe​r each quest​ion with the song name that comes​ up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How am I feeli​ng today​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Trouble - Christina Aguilera &lt;em&gt;(HAHA WTH?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw It On Your Keyboard - Hellogoodbye &lt;em&gt;(OMG GRACE THAT WAS YOUR SONG FOR 1ST QUESTION!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do my frien​ds see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive Blackhole - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ will I get Marri​ed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my best frien​d'​s theme​ song?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take You There (Acoustic) - Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story​ of my life?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Is Yet To Come - Michael Buble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is/​was highs​chool​ like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I get ahead​ in life?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I Found You - Mariah Carey &lt;em&gt;(Hmmmm, I need a benefactor?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing​ about​ me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say "I Do", When I Don't - Fallout Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is today​ going​ to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy's Gone - Jason Mraz &lt;em&gt;(WTH?! No link)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store​ for this weeke​nd?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday - Sugar Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song descr​ibes my paren​ts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Ground - Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To descr​ibe my grand​paren​ts?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go (cover) - Boys Like Girls &lt;em&gt;(OMG SOUND SO OMINOUS!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is my life going​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella (acoustic cover) - Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at my funer​al?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E. - Michael Buble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world​ see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Old Stuff - The Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy​ life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superwoman - Gary Cao Ge! &lt;em&gt;(HAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my frien​ds reall​y think​ of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do peopl​e secre​tly lust after​ me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Michael Buble &lt;em&gt;(I don't know why buble keeps appearing!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make mysel​f happy​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Our Way - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What shoul​d I do with my life?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What To Do - OKgo &lt;em&gt;(How appropriate!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have child​ren?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - Fallout Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advic​e for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended From Class - Camera Obscura &lt;em&gt;(OMG HINTING ME NOT TO PON ANYMORE HAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remem​bered​?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Concerto No. 2, Op. 18 Mvt 1 - Sergei Rachmaninoff&lt;em&gt; (Ohhhh AS A CLASSIC I SEE AHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signa​ture danci​ng song?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance - Fallout Boy &lt;em&gt;(HAHA EH SO COOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I think​ my curre​nt theme​ song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep All Day - Jason Mraz &lt;em&gt;(OMG IT'S TRUE!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does every​one else think​ my curre​nt theme​ song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voice Within - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of men/​women​ do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go Home - Camera Obscura &lt;em&gt;(HAHA I like men who obey curfew HAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is demented but funny. &lt;strong&gt;I AM GOING PARIS/LONDON/SWITZERLAND SOON WOOHOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-4170844544441199039?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/4170844544441199039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/4170844544441199039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4170844544441199039' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-3915223224234841165</id><published>2008-09-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:29:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllisloe says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any more hiphop songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllisloe says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oxthebox  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oxthebox  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM QUEEN OF HIPHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;oxthebox  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST ASK ME HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxy you're a sick child. The way you talk cracks me up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-3915223224234841165?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/3915223224234841165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/3915223224234841165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3915223224234841165' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-5132847292848796024</id><published>2008-08-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:29:12.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is the love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-5132847292848796024?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/5132847292848796024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/5132847292848796024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5132847292848796024' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-2084563854369210733</id><published>2008-07-18T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:18:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRfwOmFd-iY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRfwOmFd-iY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From that, to this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skV28D0jsjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skV28D0jsjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether she was forced to do so. Oh well, no doubt her voice is amazing, one of the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're like music, and I will always love music"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-2084563854369210733?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2084563854369210733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2084563854369210733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2084563854369210733' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-1587529254026379590</id><published>2008-07-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:40:32.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And finally, I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened (once again) during June "holiday" and AFTER that, such as the lovable Common Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about CT, Rasul was being such a genius! He makes me think that it's okay to fail because, according to that genius, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Success cannot be spelt without U", and thus we can get U for our CT for all we want, because we need it to spell SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I've got E (haha whoa amazingly), and therefore I've decided to collect all the alphabets of "SUCCESS" for my CT, and I will be very happy. I've got an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; (for H2 math duh) and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; (for H1 chem, damn watch me rise!). Now, I need &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S and C!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to use piano as 1st instrument for music performance major! It's super freaking competitive because basically all the music students in Singapore play the piano. I want to take percussion:D Gave Mr Ngoh (perc tutor) a call, and he was as cute as ever. He asked me to try multiple percussion WHOA I CAN'T WAIT, sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with Ruimin (erm during Econs lecture lol) regarding our career path and future. That talented classmate of mine is going to Hongkong to learn dance because she was offered some sort of scholarship:D Cool eh? We started talking about the relation of Music and Dance, and I started to think about the reason why I learnt piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite dumb, but I wanted to learn it because my sister was learning it and I just wanted to learn everything that she did. I can remember how it feels like when my classmates ask me to join them for some class outing (e.g. lunch or movie), but I had to decline just because I had to attend piano lesson or band practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, I like music, but it is still quite a torture to decline temptations for commitments. I guess that's what people say: Every artist has to sacrifice for their art. I know I am neither a great pianist nor musician, but fact is, I sacrificed for my "art", and I hope that the effort that I gave in for nearly my whole life is worth it. I admire people like Mervin and Ruimin, they decided to pursue their passion so steadily, and I am still stuck in some JC, doing pointless things (e.g. math) that are probably not going to be of any importance in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my primary school friends and I finally met up and had another BBQ today! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They consist of: Yunqi, Poh hong, Shuling, Weishun dearest best friend:D&lt;/span&gt; Miss them soooooooo much. It's quite surprising that we're still pretty tight as a bunch despite being separated for quite a time. I can't believe that I know Weishun since 5 years old, which means for 12 years? Sick! I think if it wasn't for him, I would have been a really soft-spoken girl with no courage to even speak out loud. Finally got to play with Looney (Weishun's dog) AND I TOOK A VIDEO OF THAT DOG! It's very cute, please ask me if you'd like to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long long long chat with my friends, until this group of drunkard came and sat near us. We felt pretty threatened so we decided to go home. It's so sweet to have friends like them, even without seeing each other for so long, everytime when we meet, it's as though we're back in the old days. Sigh, life gets more screwed as we get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weishun decided to tell us exciting stories about his family! His family is damn freaking funny, the ultimate is that his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;maternal grandma was actually sold as a slave&lt;/span&gt; when she was young! WHOA I BURSTED OUT INTO LAUGHTER, TAK BOLEH TAHAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you my friends for making my day:D You guys are irreplaceable, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-1587529254026379590?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1587529254026379590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1587529254026379590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1587529254026379590' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-2255912496822360927</id><published>2008-05-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:50:27.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fan 6: maybe i'm afraid of the way i love you says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah loe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fan 6: maybe i'm afraid of the way i love you says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update your blog leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation just keeps happening when I am about to blog:&lt;br /&gt;I think, &lt;br /&gt;I type,&lt;br /&gt;I think again,&lt;br /&gt;then I backspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are happening to me are so personal that I don't want to share it on the blog, LOL. I don't think the idea of "online diary" works anyway, because a diary is supposed to be personal, but blogs are obviously not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ask myself, WHY DID I EVEN CREATE A BLOG IN THE FIRST PLACE? Bloody hell, honestly speaking, I have no idea. I think the actual intention was to create a place for me to bitch, but this is not the ideal place to do so. Bitching shouldn't be noted down, black and white, it should be kept verbal:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I will ask myself, WHY NOT BLOG ABOUT MY LIFE? Damn, then I realise that I should spare all the readers from my mundane lifestyle, which is basically:&lt;br /&gt;1) School&lt;br /&gt;2) Band&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I think there's something that's worth blogging about for today. My dear classmate, LEONARD LIM WONG CHUN, punched me real hard on my right arm. And now, I have a bruise which is approximately 5cm big. How gentlemanly, for a guy to punch a girl. Nevermind, I admit that I abuse him too. I used to smack his head, but now I decided to stop that, and smack his breasts and curse him with breasts cancer instead. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEONARD YOU'RE HATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, music teacher said that the music and arts department is proposing to let us (music and arts students) to go to PARIS AND LONDON during November for overseas trip! Whoa, I love music! If I took China studies it'll be like going to China? Music = Europe, how cool's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, spare me from the misery, please make time pass faster, forward it till 29 May 2008, the day when I will leave Singapore and fly off to Perth, away from all these nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-2255912496822360927?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2255912496822360927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/2255912496822360927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2255912496822360927' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-8734012151154010784</id><published>2008-04-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:16:11.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it has been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I throw myself back to hell. Why did I choose JC? I find myself slacking my nights away because I refuse to work. It's a terrible feeling, to have to complete all the endless assignments, and needless to say cope with other stuff that comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for PERTH TRIP! I have this feeling that the band people will drink and start getting drunk during one of the high nights. And I don't understand why, but I am quite excited for the COOKING COMPETITION. Grace I must chase you out of the cooking team cos you cannot cook. Okay probably you can, but I don't trust your skills HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I lost the metal head that was in me. No more Dream Theater, no more Avenged Sevenfold, no more Saosin or whatsoever. I've been drowning myself with (omg) Stravinsky and musicals (e.g. Miss Saigon). Thanks Joel for sending me Sun and Moon, Lea Salonga's voice takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has that damn ideal princess voice. And her vibrato melts into the music, damn it, and I'll get goosebumps all over. If I can sing like her I WILL NOT BE STUDYING ANYMORE HAHAHA DAMN IT. DEAR GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SOME TALENT THAT CAN HELP ME EARN A LIVING, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Yanyu, I miss Oxy, I miss Jollyworm, I miss Debbie, I miss Baby V Lim, I miss Siyi, I miss Sandra, I miss Mitch, I miss Madho, I miss CS-gang, I miss Mr Anthony, I miss Mrs Low, I miss Ms Tan, I miss Jolene-monkey-lim, I miss Faith-LIMBA, I miss my perc section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I miss the times in St Margs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Should I or should I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-8734012151154010784?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8734012151154010784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8734012151154010784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8734012151154010784' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-4388100286215168791</id><published>2008-03-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:19:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn fat leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whalau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me look so round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holas. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still handsome la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Lam Foo Hoe, you're disgusting to the maximum, lol. You're always immersing yourself in your own vanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-4388100286215168791?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/4388100286215168791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/4388100286215168791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4388100286215168791' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-1577916986650358945</id><published>2008-03-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:00:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;88 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-1577916986650358945?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1577916986650358945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1577916986650358945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1577916986650358945' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-5710306283754382874</id><published>2008-02-21T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:51:51.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends have zhai english. Exellent command of that language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend No. 1: Eve Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: My friend was 'chose' out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis: Chose out?&lt;br /&gt;Eve: I mean, chasen out.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf: That's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past tense of chase is chased okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend No. 2: Grace Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: I is going home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? It's supposed to be "I am going home now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend No. 3: Huihong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huihong: Did you saw her?&lt;br /&gt;Huihong: Walau you sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's all in a moment of folly, but I can't help it, IT'S REALLY VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We created our very own OG which consists of people like yours truly, Grace, Eve, Asyraf, Naz, Joyene, and various retainees. It's called OG DSA. We have flexible timetable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC feels like a mini St Margs because at least half of 4e4'07 is in SAJC now. Amanda why you wanna be bitchy galzz and alter your skirt until it's half thigh length?! KEEP IT AS THE LENGTH OF A SARONG! KEEP IT! NO REVEALING OF PEHPEH. And I hate your D&amp;G bag HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mitch and madho. Madho is so lovely, she can vomit out a whole button mushroom from her mouth because she's too lazy to chew her food properly before swallowing it. Damn, no wonder you eat at mighty thunder speed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-5710306283754382874?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/5710306283754382874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/5710306283754382874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5710306283754382874' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-9127630860774371733</id><published>2008-01-31T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:58:26.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really miss St Margs. I remember that day Mr Antonio came to congratulate Grace and I (because two of us always look for him for extra classes during O's season). He said that he was really proud of us because we did well (both got distinction, but sad to say I only got A2 and I was seriously aimming for A1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Antonio likes it or not, both of us regard him as... GODFATHER HAHAHAHHAHAHA. I remember that time when I failed history test and he asked me to think about the consequences of failing O's etc. Anyway, after our O's result collection, he told us that he liked our class and he actually misses us! AHHHHHH SHIT AND HE MADE ME CRY BECAUSE THAT'S THE POINT OF TIME WHEN I REALISED THAT I CAN NO LONGER GO BACK TO 4E4 TO HAVE LESSONS (especially AA's lessons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in JC is pretty, hmmm interesting. New people, new surrounding, new things to be learnt. The thought of doing math tutorial and music analysis for homework later makes wonder why I chose to go JC, should have just gone to poly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 8 DSA (Damn Smart Asses), 1 of them didn't manage to make it for SAJC. WE'LL MISS YOU! YOU HAVE THE ULTIMATE SEXY LEGS (that I've yet to witness for myself) AND SUPER FUNNY DAD WHO MURDERED A DOG BECAUSE IT WAS TOO NOISY. Now only left with Eve and I to joke around (providing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; jokes), sigh. Come back to vist okay XXX &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R6HvVRJBIbI/AAAAAAAAADA/-Y9tw2i2L54/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R6HvVRJBIbI/AAAAAAAAADA/-Y9tw2i2L54/s320/DSC06777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161669796600816050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'08 SAJC Band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-9127630860774371733?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/9127630860774371733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/9127630860774371733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#9127630860774371733' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R6HvVRJBIbI/AAAAAAAAADA/-Y9tw2i2L54/s72-c/DSC06777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-1209447532090446197</id><published>2008-01-08T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:12:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R4OPa645uDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GO_bNJ8CpFk/s1600-h/OG+21+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R4OPa645uDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GO_bNJ8CpFk/s320/OG+21+pic+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153120091289270322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends, this is my OG in SAJC, OG 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bunch of people are nice but rather quite when compared to me. But by saying so, I am not implying that I am an "empty vessel", because people say "empty vessel makes the most noise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is pretty alright so far, but I still love ST MARGS! Girls school is so much more exciting than co-ed school. I miss my friends (like Oxy), but I think she a bit bochup about the both of us. So, I also bochup. And Ox if you're reading this, I am not joking. And if that makes you angry, think about what we went through before you really get angry. We are not life-buoy/spare tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been hanging out with stupid people like EVE ONG and ASYRAF THE MINAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Asyraf: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I get giddy whenever I eat too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS, you talk like you're an anorexic bimbo who's trying to recover from that eating disorder. Damn gross, you wanted TWO BAND GIRLS (Eve and me) TO JOIN ONE RUGGER AND ONE SOCCER PLAYER (and that's you minah)FOR GYM? Nuts, simply because [(2 band girls + 1 soccer boy + 1 rugger) x go gym = throw face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EVE ONG, WALAU YOU STOP PAIRING ME UP WITH RANDOM PEOPLE, IF NOT I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-1209447532090446197?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1209447532090446197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1209447532090446197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1209447532090446197' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R4OPa645uDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GO_bNJ8CpFk/s72-c/OG+21+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-123216366899292462</id><published>2007-12-31T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:43:19.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE TO POST THIS EVEN THOUGH I AM SERIOUSLY SICK OF BLOGGING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos's MSN nickname changes everyday according to the christmas song "12 days of christmas". We were talking about how stupid his nickname was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u know everyday got what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't change yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be 8 alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the bangla version lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait my indian frens think i trying to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later come and knock on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour curry at my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phyllis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you throw ba kua back lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one must throw at muslim fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aмos. seven swans a-swimming says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I conclude that Amos is a racist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-123216366899292462?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/123216366899292462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/123216366899292462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#123216366899292462' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-172490549218298768</id><published>2007-12-31T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:23:40.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh well, at least we spent the last day of 2007 exercising, we still have hope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we went cycling at East Coast Park to mark the last day of 2007, no countdown party. Really glad because XXX didn't come. We cycled for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;two hours&lt;/span&gt;, but then we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ate chicken wings and Gelare waffles ice cream&lt;/span&gt; after that. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Totally defeat the purpose of exercising.&lt;/span&gt; Went back to St Margs for a while to buy extra PE t-shirt, it felt like going back home! I used to hate the long bus journeys to school, but I found myself enjoying the ride today, it's going to be the last time (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to old hangout places with Grace (Coronation Plaza). Auntie Fergie is still FERGIELICIOUS! She is still very biased, always rushing the GIRLS, and letting the Hwachong BOYS to take their time to eat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took damn a lot of ugly pictures (eh why we didn't spasm?). Guess what Asyraf said when he saw the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phyllis says:&lt;br /&gt;can you see the dp&lt;br /&gt;phyllis says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;asyraf says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;asyraf says:&lt;br /&gt;you morphed it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note taken. We can face warp without using face warp function. EH, that's a talent okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8rq45t_I/AAAAAAAAACY/ItilAF7Yjxk/s1600-h/DSCN0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8rq45t_I/AAAAAAAAACY/ItilAF7Yjxk/s320/DSCN0469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144001075689458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8rq45uAI/AAAAAAAAACg/6VSueXNsO68/s1600-h/DSCN0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8rq45uAI/AAAAAAAAACg/6VSueXNsO68/s320/DSCN0464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144001075689474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8r645uBI/AAAAAAAAACo/9P2bwcynzKE/s1600-h/DSCN0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8r645uBI/AAAAAAAAACo/9P2bwcynzKE/s320/DSCN0465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150144005370656786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we can continue doing all these nonsense in JC, considering that we're supposed to be YOUNG ADULTS by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GRACE KOH&lt;/span&gt; I am going to miss you like hell if you go to other JC, but oh well you're in SAJC, so I don't miss you. Please join band, don't join culinary club. That's all I have to say to you. (Honestly speaking, I miss the morning bus rides with you. Those bus rides would be like hell if it wasn't for your company. I hope we will still see funny people on the bus! I miss those mugging days at Novena/Bishan/KAP/random places, those days contribute a lot to my memories in secondary school. Thanks for being such a sweet and wacky friend! Love you, even though you're very very very annoying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OXY&lt;/span&gt; I REALLY WANT TO SEE YOU IN SAJC! Meanwhile, enjoy the days in MI. Many things happened between the three of us, but I will never forget the four years that we spent together. You are sorta my first friend that I made in St Margs, and you are the one who introduced both of us to the wonders of CS, HAHA. Eh, I suddenly remembered how we used to "reward" ourselves with CS after mugging, until the whole clique started getting addicted to CS! And your sentence phrasing/tone is forever hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"No one can insult me, only Anthony can!"&lt;br /&gt;"My hair is porous"&lt;br /&gt;"Omg XXX is at KAP!"&lt;br /&gt;"I need meat!"&lt;br /&gt;"I beat myself up"&lt;br /&gt;"FBTs is my second skin"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah today my bun is charsiew, you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days are going to be so different without you. Oh yeah, we must remember to go back to get "A Million Ways" video, why our school keep cheating us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SIYI&lt;/span&gt; you are going SAJC, so no problem man! Musical was one of the best things that happened during secondary school days, and I am glad that you participated in it. Don't know who was the one who kept saying that practices were torturous (and wanted to quit HOR)! You owe me damn a lot because I keep sending you songs. NEVERMIND, being such a forgiving and pleasant friend, I shall forgive you. Please remember we're supposed to go jamming with Tammy Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOLLY WORM&lt;/span&gt; you're going SAJC too, GOOD! We love to bully you, and I think we will continue bullying you. Whenever I think of you, I think of "I HAVE CWENTY SASSY CHEWREN &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(suppose to be 'I have twenty sexy children')&lt;/span&gt;". Thanks for always helping me to solve (damn I hate this subject) Amath questions when I am in need! And you're another one with funny sentence phrasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(We had to discuss about punishments for students, some English thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phyllis:&lt;/span&gt; Eh what about students who wear coloured bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grace:&lt;/span&gt; WE SHACKLE THEM! LIKES SLAVES! (she was addicted to JT's 'Sexy Back')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phyllis:&lt;/span&gt; Our school make us buy new white bra one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jollyworm:&lt;/span&gt; Huh...but I thought you can turn the bra inside out? It's white inside out right, just flip it also can what...need to buy meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grace:&lt;/span&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phyllis:&lt;/span&gt; OMG YOU THINK BLACK BRAS ARE LIKE OREOS! BLACK ON THE OUTSIDE, WHITE ON THE INSIDE! TWIST LICK DUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHANGSTER&lt;/span&gt; you are seriously damn irritating. You are always annoying me with nonsense like your stupid weird accents. BUT DON'T BE SAD, BECAUSE I THINK IT'S FUNNY, HAHA. Please continue using MANLADY as friendster name. You brought hell to me, but joy as well. Please continue to throw rubbish into Grace's bag, that is very funny too. COME SAJC AND WE SHALL ALL THROW RUBBISH INTO GRACE'S BAG, OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEBBIE&lt;/span&gt; you are seriously damn cute. I will laugh when I hear you giggling, damn contagious! I still don't understand why you always laugh when Grace and I fight! It was supposed to be like heated argument, but you always spoil the atmosphere of it by giggling. AND I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU TRANSFORMED INTO A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VANESSA LIM&lt;/span&gt; you are one funny girl. My sleeping buddy in class, I don't understand why the teachers ALWAYS catch us sleeping. Don't worry, I won't have affair, you will remain as my sleeping partner. Please become a nerd in AJC, as you said you would. And let's go hangout at heartlands after school, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCH AND MADHO&lt;/span&gt; you two are the funniest people in St Margs man! Madho, you just stand beside me and I will laugh, your facial expressions and body movements are damn funny, NO ONE CAN STOP THEMSELVES FROM LAUGHING WHEN THEY SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Madho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(sees poster)&lt;/span&gt; EH EH EH (damn excitedly)!!!! I KNOW WHO THIS IS! MARILYN MONROE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitch:&lt;/span&gt; OMG IT'S MARILYN MANSON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Madho:&lt;/span&gt; ALLOY! I WANT TO FIGHT YOU! (My nickname in CS is usually Ahloe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch please teach me how to blade. AND WE MUST ALL CS TOGETHER NEXT TIME, I DON'T CARE IF WE GO DIFFERENT SCHOOLS. And we shall all compete to see who eats the fastest in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this post is damn bloody long, I buey tahan. Let's give our eyes a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. There are a lot of great people that I've met in St Margs who made life so much better during my secondary school days. But sorry ah, I can't possibly type out everyone. JOLENE LIM, AMELIA CHIA, FOO HUI LING, thanks for making music class so fun! We must go back to bully Miss Tan, and bring her back a cockroach to keep as pet. Okay lah, Marcus, you also sorta made lessons quite fun too (LOL). I WANT TO COMPETE WITH YOU AGAIN, I CAN EAT FASTER THAN YOU! Fondest memory during music class will be all of us demanding Miss Tan to show us "Sunday in the park with George".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia! Get distinction for music and the secret of Ronnie will then be revealed. Huiling, see you in SAJC. JOLENE LIM, YOU MONKEY, I will go to the zoo to visit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernita and Yamuna, you guys are the ones who went through all the nightmares of band days with me. I apologise for being such a slacker, always not packing up the section, and in fact, making it messier. Bernita, you're such a darling, and Yamuna you're like chilli padi. Seriously, no one can insult Yamuna, not even Anthony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that all three of us are macho girls, carrying percussion instruments was a damn fun job to do with you two around! Yamuna, you always scare us with your booming bass drum, and Bernita you always have endless supply of snacks. You girls made me force myself not to slack in the section, and I really appreciate that, because errrr we all know what will happen to slackers in our band (who instill strict discipline in us):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired now, goodbye 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3kP_645uCI/AAAAAAAAACw/YU_Q2J5nnwk/s1600-h/DSCN0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3kP_645uCI/AAAAAAAAACw/YU_Q2J5nnwk/s320/DSCN0484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150165239688968226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-172490549218298768?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/172490549218298768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/172490549218298768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#172490549218298768' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3j8rq45t_I/AAAAAAAAACY/ItilAF7Yjxk/s72-c/DSCN0469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-3107402783959212595</id><published>2007-12-28T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:52:40.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the time of the year when you'll start missing school. For the first time in 4 years, I do not have to do any sickening holiday assignments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing and slacking these few days:&lt;br /&gt;- 4e4 class steamboat/BBQ &lt;br /&gt;- AC family band concert at Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;- Cruise trip to Penang and Phuket&lt;br /&gt;- Party at tau's house (Err by the time Eve and I reached there, the party was over)&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepover at Huihong's house + 40 chicken nuggets and 2 large fries for supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even officially in SAJC and I've already been going in and out of the school like a saint, HAHAHA. It's quite fun though, since I have nothing to do at home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3XziK45t-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCE14K79OQQ/s1600-h/SAJC+clique.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3XziK45t-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCE14K79OQQ/s320/SAJC+clique.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149289517332150242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band has been fun thanks to these people. Eve Ong, we're going to get stuck together for the next two years, THANK GOD YOU'RE DAMN MANLY TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the whole of 4e4 gets into SAJC, then we can all run to the canteen (it's called cafe in SAJC) when recess bell rings. Those were the good old days, sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-3107402783959212595?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/3107402783959212595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/3107402783959212595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3107402783959212595' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R3XziK45t-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCE14K79OQQ/s72-c/SAJC+clique.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-47781961843217508</id><published>2007-12-29T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:51:58.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH OMG I AM VERY HAPPY OKAY! MORE THAN 50%! GRACE KOH, YOU'RE REALLY A MAN, YOU'RE 32% LADY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-47781961843217508?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/47781961843217508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/47781961843217508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#47781961843217508' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-8456640034673904063</id><published>2007-12-01T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:02:29.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqdIVY6I/AAAAAAAAABw/5xs_8Fayj3E/s1600-R/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqdIVY6I/AAAAAAAAABw/6e_GPM_XVu8/s320/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139058703971214242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqdIVY7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xUNnr-bttC4/s1600-R/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqdIVY7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZdW3kniPvpA/s320/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139058703971214258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqtIVY8I/AAAAAAAAACA/oPS8YY40M5E/s1600-R/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqtIVY8I/AAAAAAAAACA/_bkskXxJbYg/s320/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139058708266181570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another last minute outing with friends, plus Yanyu. She kept trying to compete with me, and see who was the most budget child. WHY SO COMPETITIVE, MY FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Road is a very exciting place during weekends. Apparently, they were advertising for upcoming movie "Warlords", and there was this whole group of boys/men who marched around Orchard in their warrior outfit! I bet those guys were people who finished O's or A's, and that was their part-time job. Aiya, too bad, I am a girl! I'd love to join them and take that as my part-time job! AHAHAHAHAH. Mr Anthony will be so proud of me, EMBRACE HISTORY INTO MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many friends I will actually still stay in contact with after graduating from St Margs. And I wonder, will my friends displace me because I am not as reactive as another being called "boyfriend". Damn, I am asexual, and I want to be asexual (for now). Please join the Asexual Beings Club (ABC)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Weishun I am going to write about you. I want to thank you for being such a great friend for the past (haha wait, I need to count) 9 to 10 years? Okay, we're not exactly friends with each other for around 3 to 5 years, thanks to your bullying. Aiya don't worry, at worst, WE'LL HAVE MINI BBQ WITH OURSELVES AND LOONEY LAH (Probably plus Shuling)! Your dog is seriously hilarious, it's the STUPIDEST DOG EVER, but you can give him to me if you don't want it. I think you're also a member of ABC, that's why throughout the years we don't fight at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GhDNIVY9I/AAAAAAAAACI/VKz3BxNkIyQ/s1600-R/1-12-2006+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GhDNIVY9I/AAAAAAAAACI/vHTZbyGXUY8/s320/1-12-2006+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139065726242743250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-8456640034673904063?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8456640034673904063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/8456640034673904063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8456640034673904063' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R1GaqdIVY6I/AAAAAAAAABw/6e_GPM_XVu8/s72-c/DSC01805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-7062815388413883173</id><published>2007-11-29T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:40:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R07oKwqZeAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NOkqpzyyOng/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R07oKwqZeAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NOkqpzyyOng/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138299496435382274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R07oMAqZeBI/AAAAAAAAABo/QflIQu_CXuA/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R07oMAqZeBI/AAAAAAAAABo/QflIQu_CXuA/s320/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138299517910218770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shopping trip around Orchard, Haji Lane and Bugis Street. Damn sickening, I keep shopping but I buy damn little. FINALLY, WE GET TO GO OUT WITH OXY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the three of us are damn attracted to peasant looking clothes, like how kangeroos are attracted to shiny objects. EVERYONE OF US WANTS PEASANT CLOTHINGS! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band graduation night after that, it was...as usual? Oh well, we had this mini POP sometime ago I guess? So everyone is quite numb about the actual graduation night, LOL. Anyway, my section is disgusting, they gave Bernita and me, OF ALL THINGS, G-string!?!?!? EH HELLO I DON'T WEAR THAT, BECAUSE I AM A MANLADY, YOU GUYS ARE TERRIBLE. Okay, still proud of you guys for winning section competition! But I think it's scary for the Sec 3s, they have the pressure to win section competition for next year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the teachers' speeches during graduation night made me think whether our generation is too spoilt, or is it because of our current ironic education system. In the past, teachers need not queue up in the canteen to buy food, and the students had to let the teachers go first. BUT then again, our education system (or perhaps I should say, the way the country runs lah), tells us that there should be equality for all(FAIRNESS! REFER TO SS TEXTBOOK PLEASE)? I respect the teachers, but A HUNGRY MAN IS AN ANGRY MAN, HAHA, when someone queue up for food, that person is obviously hungry! Not that I mind letting ONE/A FEW teacher(s) to cut my queue, but what if A WHOLE GROUP OF TEACHERS COME? Okay, I know that's unlikely to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we should respect the teachers, because they educated us and blahblahblah. But personally, I feel that respect needs to be gained, and it doesn't just come with the position given (FYI, I respect my band teachers because they deserve it, especially Mr Tan). Let's not talk about teachers because it's a very sensitive topic, just talk about SL in a section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a lousy leader, and your actions show that you're not a good role model, who will respect you? So what if you're appointed as a leader, and you're supposed to be respected because you're of higher authority? Personally, I don't think that leaders selection is always fair, there's definitely some politics going around, it's just the way things are and I am not whining about it. If you want a positiion, go ahead and get involved in the politics, but I hate being involved in it, so yeah. And no, I am not talking about any section or person in particular, it's just some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I don't get is: love at first sight. How is it possible to fall in love with someone within a few weeks/months? Okay I can at least force myself to understand about having crushes within that short period of time, but someone please explain to me how people actually just suddenly get ATTACHED AFTER THAT SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. Grace Koh, I know you're laughing at what I typed (and secretly agreeing to what I wrote). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me "We're all young, we need to make mistakes and learn from them". When you get into BGR, and you know that it's a fling for sure, it means that the relationship will end sooner or later right? That means, it's a mistake right! (Okay to me, &lt;strong&gt;wasting time is a mistake&lt;/strong&gt;, because &lt;strong&gt;time is money&lt;/strong&gt;, thus wasting money = mistake, HAHA). Don't judge me by the way I link and refer things together, IT'S JUST MY PERSONAL PREFERENCE. THEN WHY GET INVOLVED IN THE RELATIONSHIP IN THE FIRST PLACE AND MAKE A MISTAKE THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW?! Seriously, my generation is demented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-7062815388413883173?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/7062815388413883173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/7062815388413883173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7062815388413883173' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R07oKwqZeAI/AAAAAAAAABg/NOkqpzyyOng/s72-c/Picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-1603475171634312558</id><published>2007-11-27T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:19:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R02iuwqZd_I/AAAAAAAAABY/1VUkBQFmKPI/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R02iuwqZd_I/AAAAAAAAABY/1VUkBQFmKPI/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137941674120017906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL a couple of days ago, and I WITNESSED THE INDIAN STRIKE! Decided to upload the picture of POLIS AT WORK. Yeah, we actually took pictures, but it was not violent at that point of time, please keep that in mind. More pictures with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were road blocks everywhere, but that didn't stopped the girls from my family from shopping. My aunt drove my cousins, my sis and me to Sungeiwang to shop, AH IT WAS EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk very very fast, because we had very little time left. BUT, in the end, we couldn't get back to our hotel because of all the stupid road blocks. We went to KLCC to shop more in the end, while waiting for the road blocks to be removed, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy a lot of stuff from KL due to lack of time, so don't come and ask for presents HAHAH, BECAUSE I DIDN'T EVEN BUY ENOUGH STUFF FOR MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Malaysia became India. I've never seen so many Indians appearing along the streets of Malaysia in my whole life, I swear. Large groups of indians started strolling around, but it was actually quite a friendly strike when I was there. It became violent after I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this group of cops (POLIS!) chasing after this Indian man, AND THE INDIAN MAN WAS VERY AGILE, HE JUMPED OVER THE FENCE!But the cops couldn't jump over the fence (haha), and one of the cops LAUGHED. Demented, but it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic, you're damn cheechee, you keep trying to promote SLATHE THE SLAVE BAND TO ME, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidas. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I witnessed the KL indians strike HAHAHA says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidas. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burying Bagpacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKING ROCKs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear like a total KILLER SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's done right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's got a great potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidas. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY DOING OUR EP SAID THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidas. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holidas. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im' gonnam make it sounds like the bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur stuff i hope it turns out well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can send it to my friend's label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roland Lim : R.I.P Uncle says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LAH OKAY LAH, YOU ZHAI HAHAHAHA. But can you guys please stop farming, seriously cracks me up. Somehow I have this feeling you'll bug me to buy your EP (cos you need the money desperately). I will buy, but that will be considered as your birthday present (for 2006). YES, I AM SUCH A SUPPORTIVE FRIEND RIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-1603475171634312558?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1603475171634312558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/1603475171634312558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1603475171634312558' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCjmjjhObM8/R02iuwqZd_I/AAAAAAAAABY/1VUkBQFmKPI/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632770.post-6687353587374222011</id><published>2007-11-28T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:31:46.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am damn addicted to &lt;strong&gt;Gatsby's American Dream&lt;/strong&gt;, SINCE AROUND MID-YEAR/PRELIMS THAT PERIOD, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT, IT'VE BEEN SO LONG AND I AM STILL LISTENING TO THEM. I remember that I kept listening to "Just like heaven" over and over again when I was mugging, listening to that song really brings back memories. Someone please tell me how much it will cost to ship in their albums. If you're a fan of a band, you must get their CD! MUST SUPPORT THEM FOR THEIR HARD WORK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to youtube and search for Head Automatica's "Beating Heart Baby", that music video simply cracks me up. That song is nice, but it has got like &lt;strong&gt;mini-screams&lt;/strong&gt; all over (LOL GRACE HAHA). The funniest video still goes to Will.i.am's "I got it from my mama", that VIDEO IS SERIOUSLY THE MOST HILARIOUS MUSIC VIDEO EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of st margs is still complaining about the fact that there's no prom, BUT THE OTHER HALF IS REJOICING ABOUT IT (for example, yours truly and Grace). Don't you think it's a waste of money to go for prom when your school will definitely hold it at some budget venue, and yet you pay so damn much for it? I'd rather spend that money and throw a party at somewhere with my friends. Not forgetting that if you have to go for prom, you have to shop for prom dress, and the chances of you wearing that prom dress again will be at most 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Yanyu's birthday party. The dress code is "Super heroes". And she said we'll be playing paintball (water guns version), and if we don't wear Super Heroes outfit, we will be disqualified to play it or something. Damn gross, and me being SUCH A SUPPORTIVE FRIEND, I actually bought a SPIDERMAN MASK (budget one)! The worst part of her party is that, WE HAVE TO BUY OUR OWN WATER GUNS. Wth Yanyu, please learn how to be a better host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Enchanted today, that movie is hilarious, so please watch. Can you imagine if all the girls in this world have the power to command animals when they sing? If I have that kind of power, I will definitely command those animals to clean up my room for me, my room looks like some garang guni store. I think I can earn quite a lot of money by selling all those books and magazines in my room now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6632770-6687353587374222011?l=mysmellypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/6687353587374222011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6632770/posts/default/6687353587374222011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysmellypoo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6687353587374222011' title=''/><author><name>pHyLLiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08932469242192845056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09526773303451220798'/></author></entry></feed>