<?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-7903101</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:55:24.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whacked up.</title><subtitle type='html'>when it goes up, down, left, right and all around. :]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113456522698431450</id><published>2005-12-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:00:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warheads are sour on the outside but amazingly sweet on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE if you have a sweet that's honeyed on the outside and sour on the inside. What a nightmare. I'd throw it away the moment I taste the sourness. Or maybe, I wouldn't even have popped it into my mouth in the very first place, cos you never know when the sourness is going to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113456522698431450?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113456522698431450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113456522698431450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113456522698431450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113456522698431450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/warheads-are-sour-on-outside-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113405267065223060</id><published>2005-12-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:48:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sorry Grace, I couldn't get to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my tagboard is suddenly so very much alive! THIS IS TOO SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beehiang&lt;/b&gt; : yes yes I'm updating now! hahahahah! woah you keep demanding updates can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alina&lt;/b&gt; : YEs indeedy it was so fun! :D Maybe we should do it again! ...or maybe not! HAHAHAHAHA:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiong&lt;/b&gt; : HELLO! Thanks for tagging! Still bored ;) ??? AND U FOUND MY BLOG....!:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as to make beehiang happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Tampines Sports hall pretty early, becky and I being the earliest. So then alina and eeyang played against some RJ pair and lost. But it's fine cos you both tried your best! :D OH and becky and I got thrashed too by some Sports School pair. No prizes for getting that right. :] Between the two games we got a total of one point. HURHUR. I really need to work on my nerves and my loss of ability to see when I'm nervous???! Damn now THAT's noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went for lunch. A VERY expensive lunch at that. Okay actually it was fine, it's just the...hidden cost that's bugging me you know???! But it was pretty enjoyable having our number ones, twos, fives and sevens;) BOY am I so glad I didn't have the green tea ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home delphine expressed her surprise at our win. &lt;st&gt;someone obviously fed her the wrong info teehee&lt;/st&gt; So then we told her about how we had a "glamorous win" and how becky "sprained her ankle" and was "writhing in pain at tampines family clinic" ! Goodness the whole thing was so hilarious we were laughing like nothing on the train. Beehiang was even asking us if we had sent becky to the hospital yet! HEEHEEEHEEE kay it doesnt sound very funny here. You people get what I mean ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO then. Watched the first episode of full house at becky's and then I came home to pig. As in seriously pig. BLEARGH. Fine tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113405267065223060?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113405267065223060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113405267065223060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113405267065223060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113405267065223060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-grace-i-couldnt-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113367112914936133</id><published>2005-12-04T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:40:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Results show that individuals who sleep less than eight hours a night on average are heavier than those who get a full night's rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I still havent lost weight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I have been so busy working our asses off we havent even STARTED on enjoying life yet. SIAN. And before we know it, the holidays are almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, grace is backkkk! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113367112914936133?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113367112914936133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113367112914936133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113367112914936133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113367112914936133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/results-show-that-individuals-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113318847164996610</id><published>2005-11-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:34:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so much better after a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;TOWARDS A TONED BODY! CUT THE FLAB! BYE BYE BULGE! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113318847164996610?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113318847164996610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113318847164996610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113318847164996610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113318847164996610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-so-much-better-after-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113318641723881910</id><published>2005-11-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:00:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I'm blogging so often is because I have nothing to do and I need to do something to justify being online listening to music. Let's seeeeee. Nothing much happened today. Except. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over. Or rather, it's more like it never started and I screw up every time it comes close. You're such a sucker for punishment. Give it up already will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to chill out and go get drunk on milk too. It's the holidays. Whack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113318641723881910?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113318641723881910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113318641723881910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113318641723881910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113318641723881910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-reasons-im-blogging-so-often-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113310571716922724</id><published>2005-11-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:35:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have so many thoughts swimming about in my head now that year end's approaching and I have time to kill but dang; they do not string themselves into coherent sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113310571716922724?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113310571716922724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113310571716922724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113310571716922724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113310571716922724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-so-many-thoughts-swimming-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113310450540904615</id><published>2005-11-27T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:15:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just funny how things turn turn out. They're NEVER what you expect. My life this year has been pure madness. I was trying to line up all my ducks, love myself and appreciate everyone about me all at the same time. It was tedious and I really wanted to give up at so many points, but I held on and voila. This was how I turned out. I wouldn't have expected myself to grow into someone like this, but that's normal I guess. For better or for worse I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm enjoying life much more now, getting depressed less often and too happy treasuring what I have to bother about what I don't. It's always better to let things take its natural course while you work hard to become what you want to be. Whatever happens, you know you've tried and you'll be there someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I've stopped trying to make some things happen. I've taken to taking it a thing at a time and let's just say, I'm enjoying being pleasantly surprised whenever anythign happens. Shit happens too, but when it does, at least I know I have a trustworthy bunch of friends who stick by me even if I have to do certain things alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What never pays off is turning on your friends and forsaking them when they need you the most. I learnt that the hard way and it's instilled a healthy bit of cynicism in me. Whatever it is, stick to what you truly believe and eventually it'll pay off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we just love how things are always unpredictable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113310450540904615?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113310450540904615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113310450540904615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113310450540904615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113310450540904615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-just-funny-how-things-turn-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113301471169890966</id><published>2005-11-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:18:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a dreamer. I can't help wishing for things I know will never happen. I can't help it. It keeps me going and I'm thankful that it hasn't been squashed out of me even after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like is to live my life to the fullest. To eat without worrying. To love without restraints. To give unconditionally. Sadly, what is it that stops me from doing all that right now? The fact that there IS a tomorrow. If I eat all I want today, I will grow fat tomorrow. If I give unconditionally today, someone might chuck it right back at me tomorrow. I wish it wasn't so wishy washy. Life contradicts. Well that's something to think about. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113301471169890966?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113301471169890966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113301471169890966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113301471169890966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113301471169890966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113301385274787030</id><published>2005-11-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:05:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dorlisa&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to miss you! and i KNOW you're going to miss me so much you'll put on 1kg everyday you're in taiwan/hong kong! When you come back the two of us can roll around together! YEEHEEEE SO FUN! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is THIS ONE word to describe training today: BAD. Long story. How on earth are we going to play berita harian there! Get over it tingyu. YOU ARE THE PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just went to NUSS for a food fest thing! There was alot of food, but all of it was pretty average. I have to admit though, my sis and I were extremely excited when we saw the dessert! I have a tummy now. EEEEE. I will so bloat and burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE COME HOME SOON SO WE CAN GO POOLING SECRETLY! A couple of kids like totally humiliated my sis and I just now ): There was no white ball so we replaced it with the bloody black ball and then people started gathering around to watch us play pool, until they realised that we were actually hitting black instead of white. So this guy was trying to be helpful and tried to get the white ball for us but in the end we didn't get it because of some screw up???! IN the course of all that these roudy kids (FIVE YEAR OLD TODDLERS, MIND YOU) started whacking all our balls into the holes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE PUNKS&lt;br /&gt;! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113301385274787030?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113301385274787030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113301385274787030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113301385274787030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113301385274787030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/dorlisa-im-going-to-miss-you-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113293044668699071</id><published>2005-11-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:54:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=PURPLE SIZE=3&gt;GRACE YOU PIG I MISS YOU ALREADY!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113293044668699071?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113293044668699071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113293044668699071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113293044668699071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113293044668699071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/grace-you-pig-i-miss-you-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113292989511360514</id><published>2005-11-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:44:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a good day for blogging. Right now I'm sitting here on this big comfy grandpapa chair in my new comfy sweater with music blasting out of my speakers as I sit in front of my computer chilling. My goodness it sounds like a good day already! Anyway today feels like the first day of my holidays. It's probably the only day I woke up and didn't have anything much to do and instead stoned in front of the computer all by myself after the open house. Sounds loner, but it was what I needed. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are a good time to empty out your brain in preparation for the hectic year ahead and right now I'm still in the process of emptying out all that clutter up there. It may be some time before I start on &lt;blockquote&gt;homework&lt;/blockquote&gt;. BLEEP BLEEEP BLEEEP SENSORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a rest and some time to myself. I haven't had that for a whole year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's...ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113292989511360514?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113292989511360514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113292989511360514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113292989511360514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113292989511360514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-good-day-for-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113292009661876868</id><published>2005-11-25T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:01:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been positively exhilarating! I've been staying up late messing around with my new and improved computer till 1am every morning! Just yesterday I was trying out photoshop and all its oh-so-cool functions. HEHEHE AND JUST NOW I did something exciting with photoshop. It's a secret! Not to mention I uploaded all of my songs into the computer just 2 nights ago. It's been bliss having my own room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and open house today. It was action packed but er. Come on la, WHERE WERE THE KIDS? But anyway we had alot of fun didn't we, BORING BEEHIANG? HEEHEEE! It was madness cos we played so many games and xin yi and I were talking about our hongkie dramas and EVERYONE AGREES THAT CEDRIC'S CUTE! WAHAHAHAHA. Only thing is I like Krum very much too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I'm so happy lately is because I watched harry potter just 2 days ago and it was fantastic. Yea I REALLY think it's great, even if people who didn't read the book wont understand it except for liwen maybe. It doesn't matter cos I read the book wad and so did many other people! AND I BOUGHT A SWEATER THAT DAY. GAHAHAGAGAGAHAHGAGAhaHAHAHAHA goodness somebody stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113292009661876868?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113292009661876868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113292009661876868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113292009661876868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113292009661876868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-week-has-been-positively.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113258879638832123</id><published>2005-11-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:59:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's just ignore the last post for a bit, cos right now I'm so happy that my comp comes with a sound card!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! AT LONG LAST. Now I can listen to all these fantastic music on the net and if I don't like it I can fast forward or replay! OH MY IT'S JUST LIKE AN MP3! Albeit a not-so-portable-and-alot-bigger one! HAAHAAAHAAAA WHATEVER AS LONG AS IT KEEPS ME HAPPY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113258879638832123?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113258879638832123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113258879638832123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113258879638832123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113258879638832123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-just-ignore-last-post-for-bit-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113249024044506375</id><published>2005-11-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:37:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't blog often and I plan to do even less blogging now. So ADIOS, sweethearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113249024044506375?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113249024044506375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113249024044506375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113249024044506375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113249024044506375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-blog-often-and-i-plan-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113224263958220429</id><published>2005-11-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:50:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAKANSUTRA ROCKS!I JUST GOT BACK FROM GORGING AND I AM BURSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAHAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA WE ARE ALL DAMN HAPPY AND WELL-FED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE MAKAN SUTRA! AND GLUTTON'S BAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113224263958220429?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113224263958220429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113224263958220429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113224263958220429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113224263958220429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/makansutra-rocksi-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113111559106887779</id><published>2005-11-04T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:46:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN. Something's got me damn pissed. DAMN DAMN DAMN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LA WALAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113111559106887779?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113111559106887779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113111559106887779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113111559106887779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113111559106887779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113090319519172220</id><published>2005-11-02T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:46:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My holidays are going fine, thank you very much:) it's just that everyone's in china now!??!??!?!?!?!?!! Well anyway, to everyone who flew off today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A SAFE TRIP THERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late huh, but at least I was in time to send them all goodbye messages yesterday. Even though Jinny caught me mass smsing and I do admit I'm a lazy girl BUT it's the thought that counts! TEEHEEE. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss them ALL already. ): Considering about 200+ of them are all in China. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113090319519172220?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113090319519172220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113090319519172220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113090319519172220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113090319519172220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-holidays-are-going-fine-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113081824998015167</id><published>2005-11-01T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:10:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choral night yesterday was typical. You get what I mean;) But anyway we had alot of fun and anyi and i were supposedly talking alot and quite loudly! WE WERE NOT. We were totally having an intellectual conversation! Anyway it was quite an experience eating dory and ruiqi's fries (SOGGY) and doing all that whateverisms there. :D KEKE. It was fun, until something got me disgusted EEEEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this couple on the bridge and let's just say they weren't exactly head over heels in love with each other anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113081824998015167?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113081824998015167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113081824998015167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113081824998015167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113081824998015167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/choral-night-yesterday-was-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113042438557006699</id><published>2005-10-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:46:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the course of achieving something else, something so superficial, I have willingly abandoned the parameters that I used to live by. That was pretty fun for a period of time, until I realised that at some point of time I was trying too hard to be someone else. I stopped having time for all the little things I used to care so much about. I became someone else, so shallow just to fit in. To &lt;strong&gt;conform&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated conformity. I still do, but because I wanted to be accepted, I threw aside all that I worked by to become someone like this. You might not know, but right now I disgust even myself with the shallowness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the person I had strived so hard to become. Shallowness and insensitivity has taken away the very essence of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113042438557006699?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113042438557006699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113042438557006699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113042438557006699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113042438557006699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-course-of-achieving-something-else.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113042382665175978</id><published>2005-10-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:37:06.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like something's eating my soul from inside out and it really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113042382665175978?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113042382665175978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113042382665175978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113042382665175978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113042382665175978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-like-somethings-eating-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-113016784698776260</id><published>2005-10-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:30:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School makes me want to skip. Skip it, I mean. As in I think the day went past fine, with all the catching up meijiao and I did, and all the (ha ha) exchanging of information that took place with linghuan and watching some parts of the captain's ball games plus the talk. Until we got a lecture. weeepeeeedooo. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, Cheryl and I went to west mall because she wanted to get her erp project done before she left singapore for the handsome chinamen. hehe. We had lunch there and it was pretty good. Don't you just love yong tou fu with sweet sauce stirred into the noodles, and to top it off, eat those already tasty noodles with healthy, steamed fishballs, tofu and veggies dipped in even MORE sweet sauce! I LOVE IT! :D Though I don't exactly eat them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we stoned in Westmall for quite some time and then left for home hahahahahahahahahahhahaahahhahaahahhhhhhhhhhhhhahhahaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=red&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-113016784698776260?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113016784698776260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=113016784698776260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113016784698776260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/113016784698776260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-makes-me-want-to-skip.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112989925345802352</id><published>2005-10-21T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:57:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam activities</title><content type='html'>POst exam activities are boringgggggg! ): LEt's take the environmental science conference today for example. I felt so tired during the entire thing.  heh but AT LEAST the food was good! Shu Hui and I must have eaten so many so many of those apple things, in a rather...illegal way. BUt it's okay cos we were so so so hooked can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was the best part of the conference. :D Oh and THANKS shuhui and yifang for giving waxing my arms in class :\ I think i'm missing a small square of hair on my left arm now. and this uncle kept looking at the drawings on my arms on the bus! EEEW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe meijiao is my loveeee tooo! I had no idea you were so wanted! make me jealous. HEHEHEHE kidding la! Liwen can continue chasing you too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so so so mush better when you dont think. Ooops that came out wrong. What I meant was to take things as it is, treat people with sincerity, appreciate what you have and the rest will take care of itself. It's as simple as that. I havent felt so relaxed for a loooonggg time. and I like it! Don't we all? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112989925345802352?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112989925345802352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112989925345802352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112989925345802352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112989925345802352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/post-exam-activities.html' title='post exam activities'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112937590619193364</id><published>2005-10-15T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:31:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things have happened since the last time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Exams are over! Sorry, old news.&lt;br /&gt;2) My blogger frontpage is in chinese :3) I've stopped shoving food down my throat in an attempt to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;4) My toes nails are no longer a nice, smooth black.&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't feel much like blogging ever since the exams ended. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just finished LAvender. I quite like it! :):):) Downside is that it gets a little sian around the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just called Jia Yun because I thought I wasn't in time for her birthday after reading mummy's blog. LUCKY FOR ME, it's TOMORROW! (Hint hint) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fOnT size=5&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAYUN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how my year would have passed without you to help me cover my duties, accompany me and be there for me whenever I run into your class in a mess. I love you to itty bitty bits! I haven't forgotten how even as my monitress last year you were such a darling and I totally understand what a tremendous sacrifice that was on your part. I LOVE YOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112937590619193364?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112937590619193364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112937590619193364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112937590619193364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112937590619193364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-many-things-have-happened-since_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112774573003094992</id><published>2005-09-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:46:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This feels like the first time I REALLY REALLY want to do well enough to get promoted. SO there I was, cruising along just fine with bio and chem, but when I got to maths, which is like RIGHT NOW, I couldn't do it anymore. I feel too repulsed by the subject to even want to understand it. I CAN'T EVEN STAND BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AS MY MATH FILE! Which explains alot on why I've been so unproductive lately when I'm supposed to be revising math (HA HA). I hate it. SHIIIIIIT I DO HATE IT. But maybe I should stop telling myself that cos reverse psychology does not work for math. Okay, enough of all that mindless blabbering yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've got a lot of other things on my mind. This will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE, SOMETHING TO SATISFY MY CHOCOLATE ADDICTION WOULD HELP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the right thing at the right time maN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way BLACK toenails are a sort of a symbol for great women who are overachievers and are strong willed. PLus, they're really cute. ; ) Well, at least the cute part's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112774573003094992?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112774573003094992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112774573003094992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112774573003094992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112774573003094992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-feels-like-first-time-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112772172507418832</id><published>2005-09-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:02:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE TO STOP OBSESSING OVER WHAT I'VE NOT STUDIED FOR. I'm turning into a dull ass who cant talk about anything OTHER than studying. My GOD I can't STAND myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh. Anyway I don't think anything much is happening right now. I need to get a life. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to hitting the books I guess . :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112772172507418832?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112772172507418832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112772172507418832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112772172507418832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112772172507418832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-to-stop-obsessing-over-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112763575023938957</id><published>2005-09-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:09:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO LOSE ONE POUND, YOU NEED TO USE UP 3500 CALORIES MORE THAN YOUR BASAL METABOLIC RATE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3500/7=500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can lose 1 pound a week using up 500 calories everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 x 2= 1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can lose 1 kg a week! Goodness knows how I can manage THAT (using up 1000 calories a day :\).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112763575023938957?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112763575023938957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112763575023938957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112763575023938957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112763575023938957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-lose-one-pound-you-need-to-use-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112756477855502268</id><published>2005-09-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:27:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1541732.html"&gt;Artists erect giant pink bunny on mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so overwhelmed by the sheer massiveness of that bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112756477855502268?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112756477855502268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112756477855502268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112756477855502268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112756477855502268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/artists-erect-giant-pink-bunny-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112722404805740333</id><published>2005-09-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:47:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I really hate the fact that I always remember things that I wanted to blog about ONLY after I publish my entries? My memory's atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my sister made me this Fetata(???!) thing and it tasted pretty. Different. But that aside, I think I'm very lucky to have a sister like this, annoying as she is at times (CHECK OUT MY PHONE). Yea, I think I'm pretty lucky. It's not just this, it's the many other things she's done for me over the years. That got me thinking, what have I done for her? Not much, except for cheating her out of her chocolates and convincing her to stick her head out of the window grill when we were very very much younger (where it got STUCK and we nearly had to call the firefighter guys, but that's another story:) ). WOaH, REFLECT TINGYU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, maybe it's better to simply focus on what I have, instead of what I'm missing. As they say, out of sight, out of mind! IN this case, out of mind, out of ... . HAh. A girl can't have it all, can she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112722404805740333?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112722404805740333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112722404805740333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722404805740333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722404805740333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-i-really-hate-fact-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112722352653509480</id><published>2005-09-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:38:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like I'm blogging on a daily basis now! OOOoooooops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112722352653509480?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112722352653509480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112722352653509480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722352653509480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722352653509480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/seems-like-im-blogging-on-daily-basis.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112722321611812098</id><published>2005-09-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:37:19.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a great day! ... well it's as good as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I &lt;strong&gt;studied!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt;Shu Hui and I&lt;/strong&gt; had a great time &lt;strong&gt;talking&lt;/strong&gt; in class. I am NOT -----! HMPF.&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;CHEESESTICKS : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I actually did some &lt;strong&gt;running&lt;/strong&gt; for PT &lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt;Captain's ball.&lt;/strong&gt; OOOH TIRING! :] All the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, things are alot better if you just look at it another way. Not everything has to be seen in this particular light. I'm still trying to figure that one out. :\ Well, something's got to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112722321611812098?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112722321611812098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112722321611812098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722321611812098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112722321611812098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112714151884808208</id><published>2005-09-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:54:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5 COLOR=RED&gt;I LOVE MUGGING VERY MUCH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TINGYU WHY CAN'T YOU &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; DO THE RIGHT THING AT THE RIGHT TIME? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE TIME TO &lt;strong&gt;MUG&lt;/strong&gt; AND NOT BLOG.! ! ! ! ! SHIT TO THINK I'M STARTING TO ENJOY BLOGGING NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5 COLOR=RED&gt;I LOVE MUGGING VERY MUCH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ALWAYS WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, a resolution! MYOB! IN my case, my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112714151884808208?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714151884808208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112714151884808208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112714151884808208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112714151884808208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-mugging-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112705123942850630</id><published>2005-09-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:47:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOO. I CAN'T MAKE MYSELF SIT STILL. I KEEP WANTING TO DO SOMETHING! OHHH POOOOO! I hate hate hate studying. Hands up, everyone who agrees! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BARES TEETH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112705123942850630?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112705123942850630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112705123942850630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112705123942850630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112705123942850630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/booo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112679397575525773</id><published>2005-09-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:19:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about how much you think about things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something set me thinking: I think that's what makes us all such brooding people. Sometimes, I think: Is it really necessary to think so much about what others will think? (Ha ha) So I thought, maybe it isn't actually necessary for us to be concerned about how others will view you if you do a particular thing. I mean, a certain amount of thinking is good, after all, despite wanting to do what we really really want to, we still have to be considerate and consider all sorts of risk factors first. :) But say, I want to do something that I really really want, and it's not going to hurt anybody, I don't see why not. Maybe others will view me as an idiot for doing this particular thing, but if it makes me happy, I don't see why the others should be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad if they don't like it. I don't mind them gossiping, because apparently, gossiping is good anyway. Before you know it, gossip's died down, and everyone's back to their own lives. Think Paris Hilton's sex video. It caused an uproar simply because people didn't like what they saw. In my opinion, that doesn't hurt, because frankly you live once, whether you like it or not. It's not like you'll get to live longer (by about a 100 years or so) just because you lead a safe boring life, THINKING about what others feel about you all the time and not daring to venture out because others will talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought it through and I've come to a conclusion: SO BE IT. Those who judge you have nothing better to do. It also makes them happy talking about me, but it's nothing compared to the satisfaction I get from actually DOING whatever it is. I'm sick and tired about thinking. Thinking about irrelevant things like this don't get me far. It doesn't make me feel any better than I do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is basically NOT to think excessively, and do whatever you want instead of living by the boundaries OTHERS set for you. I live by my own boundaries and it makes me happy to do the things I want. It makes me happy to care for all my friends, family and loved ones. It doesn't matter if they do anything wrong or they're not ideal because I love them the way they are. In the same way, they have the right to live their own lives. I may talk and persuade, but ultimately, who am I to set their boundaries for them, or for anyone for that matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112679397575525773?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112679397575525773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112679397575525773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112679397575525773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112679397575525773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-ever-thought-about-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112652029484804290</id><published>2005-09-12T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:18:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;I LOVE GRACE!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meijiao, my team mates, classmates and all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE. YOU PEOPLE MADE MY DAY WITH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the birthday messages,&lt;br /&gt;the well-wishes,&lt;br /&gt;the pretty top and skirt,&lt;br /&gt;the pretty necklace,&lt;br /&gt;the pretty belt,&lt;br /&gt;MANGO JUICE:) [GET THIS-NO FUNGUS! :) ]&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS GRACE, FOR DROPPING BY WITH PAUS!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I love you people so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, being the good girl that I am, I came home bright and early. I was moping around in front of the computer when grace called me up and told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;TINGYU, I'M LOST!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way from the pau shop to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I asked, all joyously: What are you doing here????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, all frantic: "I wanted to buy a cake for you, but the cake shop's closed, so i'm buying pau and I'M LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME RESCUE ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I added the last part in myself, but she did say something like that. NYaa nyaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I rushed all the way to where she was and brought her up to the oasis and I cut the tausar pau, veggie pau, and dapau into half before we ate it up. To drown the paus down, we drank &lt;strong&gt;mango juice&lt;/strong&gt;! :D I LOVE GRACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone for making this my best birthday ever. MUARK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112652029484804290?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112652029484804290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112652029484804290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112652029484804290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112652029484804290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-grace-meijiao-my-team-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112643871798000717</id><published>2005-09-11T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:38:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is a tribute to the September 11 victims. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all bow our heads and pray for those who lost their loved ones in the disaster that struck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just tells us how lucky we all are to be with all our loved ones. Appreciate what you have in the present. Let the future take care of itself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112643871798000717?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112643871798000717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112643871798000717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643871798000717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643871798000717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-tribute-to-september-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112643841678341359</id><published>2005-09-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:36:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Btw, I attended this fantastic, cosy church musical yesterday. I absolutely enjoyed it. Not to mention how everyone there looked pretty good;) Thanks for having us there peilin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church band was superb. Like, my goodness! They sang and played so well, I couldn't actually believe the singers and players were just sitting there in front of me. NO WAY, they should have had a concert! No joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had the musical and it was pretty funny. Peilin peilin the lead! It was a great effort by all of them and everyone in the audience was tickled to the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me most was how cosy everything was. Sometimes, I think it's a good thing to have so many people sharing your faith, and being together for it all. You think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112643841678341359?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112643841678341359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112643841678341359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643841678341359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643841678341359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/btw-i-attended-this-fantastic-cosy.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112643796672730946</id><published>2005-09-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:26:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my new layout! Now, if only I could do something about the silly tagboard. It looks PLAIN out of place. Too bad, I'll just have to bear with it for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's one day till my birthday! Ooops that is so blatant.THANK YOU, regina for being one day early. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had pizza to celebrate my birthday, oh JOY! Not joy to the calories of course, JOY TO THE PIZZA!:\ Somehow, this year, it feels a wee bit different from the last two. I wasn't looking forward to the last two so much. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. But whatever, I'm gonna be OLD OLD OLD! And I don't mind. Maybe it's because I'm going to get my very own IC. WOAHH. Bow to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news: EOYs are coming. Shucks. I just hate it. Make me study! I can't sit still for an hour. Oh and once again, it's the last day of the holidays. Bad things never happen singly. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112643796672730946?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112643796672730946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112643796672730946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643796672730946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112643796672730946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-my-new-layout-now-if-only-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112601940992185109</id><published>2005-09-06T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:17:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;which rule&lt;br /&gt;my mind &lt;br /&gt;lately&lt;br /&gt;have been&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;immoderate;&lt;br /&gt;they would &lt;br /&gt;make devils&lt;br /&gt;blush&lt;br /&gt;and angles&lt;br /&gt;weep&lt;br /&gt;with joy &lt;br /&gt;and longing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulrike gerbig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112601940992185109?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112601940992185109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112601940992185109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112601940992185109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112601940992185109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112513207503317107</id><published>2005-08-27T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:41:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like</title><content type='html'>closing down this blog so that I can put it out of its misery. But how could I bear to, considering it chronicles most of my life from approximately a year ago till now. Infrequently, yes, but nevertheless, it still does. All I can say is, things have been CRAZY up till now. I have a feeling it's only going to get more and more crazy. But hey, who's complaining? ; ) It's been fun rishing through this madness, trying to line up all my ducks, so as to quote Mr Ashton Kutcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone around me. OH lovely! :) I CAN'T WAIT TILL THE SCHOOL TERM ENDS. YAYYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112513207503317107?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112513207503317107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112513207503317107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112513207503317107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112513207503317107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-like.html' title='i feel like'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112357893472489297</id><published>2005-08-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:15:34.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HORMONES ARE SUCH AMUSING THINGS. MY OH MYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112357893472489297?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112357893472489297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112357893472489297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112357893472489297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112357893472489297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/08/hormones-are-such-amusing-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112332315426935156</id><published>2005-08-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:12:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinner.</title><content type='html'>I THINK MY BLOG'S DEADDDD. EH ANYTHING LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was alright cos it was tiring! The more tiring the better COS I GET A BETTER WORKOUT! YES YES YES(: So you ask, what does THAT mean? It means that i use up more calories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was all in vain because I had lunch at VILE, ARTERY-CLOGGING MACDONALD'S. OH THE EVIL THAT MANKIND HAS BESTOWED AMONG THEMSELVES. When I walked into the house of horrors, I said self righteously: "&lt;strong&gt;I WILL NOT EAT ANYTHING HERE. I WILL DRINK WATER ONLY."&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, applaud this brave soul for boycotting vileness. BUT when I walked in, my stomach turned traitor and I abandoned all principles for AN UPSIZED, FILET O FISH MEAL AND 7 PACKS OF GARLIC CHILLI. And the worst part was, I enjoyed my meal thoroughly. WALAO NO WONDER MY DIET NEVER WORKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bunch of us had fun at kap studying??????? HAHA KIND OF. LET'S DO IT AGAIN! Oh and another thing, I am absolutely sick of watching rui en sing on tv in chinese and then in english with taufik, then in chinese AND in english AGAIN AND AGAIN. ROAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112332315426935156?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112332315426935156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112332315426935156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112332315426935156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112332315426935156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/08/sinner.html' title='Sinner.'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112157082506446745</id><published>2005-07-17T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:27:05.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOA grand concert yesterday! It was madness! After training, tiffany and I went to her house to get ready for the interview that never happened. Instead, we went to Chinatown for shoes and bags and all! The stuff there weren't bad, but it wasn't what we were looking for and I learnt how to fold hearts:) HEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO then we walked, or rather, rushed, to city link after that. WE GOT EVERYTHING we wanted there! I got my slippers and tiffany got her pretty tote. TIFFANY'S SUCH A PRETTY DAUGHTER HUH;) I agree though. tiffany can look pretty good if she wants to! Lt's go shopping again! but can we do it in a leisurely way this time? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to school we folded hearts like nobody's business and we produced a LOT of hearts can. Plus biqi was a big help:D The concert was great, but too bad I was sitting alone in the first interval because I couldn't get into the first storey. wl loser can. but anyway the second half was better, especially with jinny singing opera and There can be miracles beside me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112157082506446745?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112157082506446745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112157082506446745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112157082506446745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112157082506446745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/foa-grand-concert-yesterday-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112135238846254543</id><published>2005-07-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:46:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you have something to feel proud about, to have control over, things are different. I'm starting to feel like I have some kind of control over my life now, instead of it shaping me, I'M starting to shape it now. It's those little things about yourself that you feel good about. Just listening to Grace talk about the deformed still borns and all makes me feel grateful just to be alive. I'm feeling entirely grateful now. I'm grateful for what I have, my life, my family and all my friends. No one can take the love I have for them away from me cos it's entirely mine to find and mine to hold on to. No one can bug me if I don't want them to. Similarly, no one can stop me from sleeping right now if I want to. I've spent this entire week thinking, savouring and understanding things. Though I'm nowhere near answers, it's okay, because I feel like I'm slowly gathering all the pieces of myself that I lost over the course of this year. The hectic work and responsibilities that have been eating away these precious months of my life. But all that will change. Or maybe it won't. Whatever it is, I'm not really bothered, because I'll take it as it comes. I've lived through the crappiest part of the year, trying to fit in into a new class, project work, yada yada. Life is too short to be about crap. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112135238846254543?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112135238846254543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112135238846254543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112135238846254543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112135238846254543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-you-have-something-to-feel-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112135162969654666</id><published>2005-07-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:33:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday!</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling that you love everybody you know? I DO. SOmetimes, I get so happy I scare myself, and today's one of those days! These few days in fact. DONT ask me why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because tomorrow's a sort of holiday! No school. Just play. It's rather pointless to go to school, if you ask me, but if the school insists that it's necessary then well. and sias! ARE. NEARLY. DONE. AND. OVER. HOLIDAYS ARE COMING. MY B_R_HDAY IS COMING! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR it could be because of Andris! We chatted the entire way to woodlands and laughed our asses off at Kranji MRT about her chasing the sharks round the tank and my grossness as a kid ! HAHAAHAHAHAHA ANDRIS YOU FUNNY KID! I'm sure you'll make a great hairdresser. HEH HEH. I love nicole and you so so so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at han's for dinner and the food wasn't well, great. It was rather bland:\. But well, since my dad was in the mood to treat us, I have no major complaints. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could have been charmaine who made me late for tuition too! hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's great when you can look past pointless little things that can easily ruin your day. :D SO. WELL. Actually, it's kind of amusing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contacts are getting blurry, byebye. HAVE A GREAT DAY EVERYBODY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112135162969654666?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112135162969654666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112135162969654666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112135162969654666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112135162969654666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday.html' title='thursday!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112117517871632024</id><published>2005-07-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:32:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog and me</title><content type='html'>I REALLY LOVE MY BLOG NOW THAT IT HAS A TINGE OF ORANGE AND BEEEEG FONTS YOU KNOW. IT FEELS JUSSST LIKE HOME. awwww. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We presented chi sia today. yayye. one down, 6 to go! plus my money saving plan is working. dadada. If only I could just get back to work. What wouldn't I give just to have the time and motivation to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wish. Then again, I can fully understand how people feel at times. IT's not entirely possible for the whole world to be a cupcake all the time. Sometimes, people just want to be all burnt and bitter. But it's okay, it's nothing a little icing can't save. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love me more and more! It's taken me some time to do it, but I think it's a good thing entirely. So keep up the good work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we'll ALL have black fingernails. Hopefully by tmr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112117517871632024?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112117517871632024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112117517871632024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112117517871632024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112117517871632024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-blog-and-me.html' title='my blog and me'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112099385931709474</id><published>2005-07-10T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:12:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN DEARDELPHINE! HUGHUG, MUARRKMUAAARK! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY GRACE CAN CAN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can we bake our own instead? I'm a little broke. oops. heehehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112099385931709474?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112099385931709474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112099385931709474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112099385931709474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112099385931709474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/tag.html' title='tag!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112099359643052839</id><published>2005-07-10T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:06:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did spring cleaning today. Then I had icecream again! TEEHEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I were out yesterday before Mulan! First we met up at Holland V for her crusty cheescake. EEEYER. Someone should do something about that disgusting crust. Then we walked to Ghim Moh for dinner! I had ice cream for dessert. Despite being cheated, I think the ice cream's worth it. Then we walked to sixth avenue until we were tired and we decided to take the bus. Fortunately for us, we met Le Yi who gave us a ride to school. Grace and I arrived in school 1 hour early, so I brought her to my class which was unlocked(surprise surprise!). And after stoning awhile in hot and stuffy nanyang, we went back to the audi where there were CROWDS. BEEEEEEG CROWDS. Sniff grace I think I've lost it ! It used to be so easy to stick out my elbows and elbow my way tp the front no matter how far behind I was. But yesterday proved to be the end of my career.  BWAAAAHAHAHAA. Anyway, Mulan was great! PLus we met shuhui and rachel ! I DID NOT WHACK ANYONE ON THE BUTT OKAY. muaahahahahah! I love seeing you people! Except for the commentators behind us. HAH HAH. Thanks man, we totally needed to listen to the bunch of you speaking in half chinese and half english and groaning when you saw the poem in chinese during the silent parts of the show. But forget them and the show is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't accomplished what I've set out to do so far. Rah. When will i ever keep to my plans? I know when: When I stop getting distracted and held up by crap. And get over myself. Okay enough of this self depreciating nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been having. Dreams. Weird ones. They're not that great, but I wouldn't classify them as nightmares. In fact, I think I like them. It far beats having those nightmares I used to have. Those nightmares which usually involve me stepping into a pile of skulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing and I would say I 'll take them as they come. Sometimes, it's better not to think too much, but I can't help it. I enjoy thinking. But maybe it's time I stopped thinking about the future and concentrating on the present because that's where the foundation for the future is laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conformity should be considered a sin. It'll kill us. So you say: " BUT IF IT'S NOT RIGHT, PEOPLE WON'T FOLLOW WHAT." Well, okay. LEt's take the whole "THE EARTH IS SQUARE" thinking for example. NOT true. Sadly, it's everywhere. Conformity is a failure in this society, which is why we get paid to be creative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112099359643052839?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112099359643052839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112099359643052839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112099359643052839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112099359643052839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-did-spring-cleaning-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112088941939522019</id><published>2005-07-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:10:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jaded</title><content type='html'>I KNOW what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADED, that's what I am. I'm sick, tired and weary. THe monotony of it all. I speak of escapism. THe impossible escapism, yet I engage in it all day. Physically, i am always there, but mentally, I am there about a quarter of the time. Joy is fleeting. Nothing lasts forever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;JADED.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112088941939522019?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112088941939522019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112088941939522019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112088941939522019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112088941939522019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/jaded.html' title='jaded'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112065231638526976</id><published>2005-07-06T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:19:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday!</title><content type='html'>Went out after school today. yes i know. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, it was for a good cause! Which left me broke and not studying dadada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school jiayuan yy and i went to town! On the bus there was this bunch of guys who kept scolding the f word. like wl. that was so totally uncalled for. SO then we got down at town at last and started hunting! As we were hungry, the bunch of us walked around and yueyang got her hot dog in prata thing while jiayuan and i ate mee goreng-jap style. :\ and yueyang treated us to pretzels! yummmm. jiayuan and i are 2 lucky pigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw yueyang had sore eyes today, while my button snapped. yes snaPPED! But that was in school so i had to like try a thousand different ways to pin up that obscene sight. Yueyang then very cleverly remarked:"I feel the same way about my sore eye the way you feel about your button." hahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yueyang and I have a common &lt;bold&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;SECRET WISH&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;. Sadly, that's just a total out of our budget thought. Too bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. I wanna go out more! yayyye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112065231638526976?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112065231638526976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112065231638526976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112065231638526976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112065231638526976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/wednesday.html' title='wednesday!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112040799335223172</id><published>2005-07-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:59:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aviva open AND JINNY'S BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>aviva open this whole week! My goodness, it was extremely different from the previous years. I didnt ask for any autographs this time round and I was kinda asleep. I dont know. This year, the event felt more like an adult thing. blah. Boring. But anyway we had a great time didnt we? I think we did! THough it was really tiring and all going after training. Embarrassing things pretty much just whack me in the face all the time. rahh. But it's okay cos that makes my otherwise boring and sad life interesting! yayye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing I could do, I'd quit school and go travelling around the world, just like in "Around the world in 80 days", only mine will last FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER! Yayy! SOme things just drive me up the wall sometimes. I've figured out what I havent done this week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Calling nanyang primary about ss trail&lt;br /&gt;2)Chinese sia&lt;br /&gt;3)Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH. I hate it man. Plus i think i've been really mean lately. I dont know why. I guess it's due to the lack of sleep or something, but anyway I'm trying to improve! There is more than one way to express your intentions, i realise. roar. ROAR. Spare me and may salvation arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I find most baffling is the fact that I spent the entire June holidays on sia, hoping that when school reopens, my sias will be over and done with. But even now, I'm still busy with these stupid heck of sias. It just keeps piling up as I do it. Now, THAT, I have no idea why. One month is usually enough for alot of things, but for sias- APPARENTLY NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwahdkdfhksfh. why why why? I dont have the stamina to carry on anymore. I just wanna go out and catch up with all the fun I missed during the holidays but i cant, cos it's crucial to mug right now. now now now. now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me, somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;oh and one thing- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt; IT'S JINNY'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR=ORANGE&gt; WE LOVE YOU JINNY!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112040799335223172?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112040799335223172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112040799335223172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112040799335223172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112040799335223172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/07/aviva-open-and-jinnys-birthday.html' title='aviva open AND &lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;JINNY&apos;S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-112004319388938627</id><published>2005-06-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:06:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third day</title><content type='html'>it's the 3rd day of school. Time's passing fast, but kinda slowly at the same time. I'm so exhausted, i hardly feel rested EVEN after our holidays-haha. rah. Things have been so hectice. I feel like I dont even have time for my friends or myself. All I do is rush around doing things all day long. I swear, this is totally not worth it. I wake up every morning and I wanna crawl right back into bed. When I get to school, my eyes are open, but they dont see. My brain's awake, but it doesnt do much. It's that fatigue. I can feel it in my bones, and it sucks. I dont want to do anything besides sleeping and resting for a week, watching tv, snacking, sleeping- besically have some time to myself. RAH. NO wonder they say that SIngaporeans are a bunch of people with no real hobbies. ): Cos I know I dont have one and I hardly have time for one. Sleeping would be a good choice at this point of time, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the long school day dragged by today, Jia Yun and I were at the sac. I was manning it with jolyn, and Jiayun was simply THERE to accompany me :). So then, we were just talking over lunch and we realised how each others lives were going and stuff. We had such a good time talking for a few hours??! :D Despite everything, I'm glad we weather storms together! heh. so maybe being at sac's not so bad after all, despite not being able to go for the Aviva Open.............. Well. Depends on how I look it I guess. :\ After all, I'm glad Jiayun could accompany me! :D HEEEHEEE! By the way I'm so sorry for returning the class key tho we made a pact not to, jiayun! cos i was returning the sac key too! UH OH DONT BE ANGRY OKAY! :D HEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day and I'll wake up, bursting with energy for school! I guess I'll need it. I've been so tired lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-112004319388938627?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112004319388938627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=112004319388938627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112004319388938627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/112004319388938627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/third-day.html' title='third day'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111997203774303609</id><published>2005-06-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:20:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD SCHOOL IS KILLING ME. SIAS ARE KILLING ME. LACK OF SLEEP IS KILLING ME. I AM SO DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, guess what becky said to me the first thing she saw me after 1 whole week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; WOAH YOUR PANDA EYES SO BIG ARH. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you becky for coming up with such a quotable quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH I'M DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today there was bom phototaking of some sort ! but the other monitresses fled when they heard we were taking shots, so jia yun and i were left together. TO TAKE SHOTS OF OURSELVES MUAAHAAAHAAA! so we decided to look for meijiao to take shots too! However, in our quest to take a photo with meijiao, we met meiling twice. I hereby declare TINGYu the president of the Meiling fan club, jia yun vice president AND MEIJIAO HAS BEEN DEMOTED TO SECRETARY! mUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! see la.! Dont join us la! Also, we had fun taking photos of mummy and shiaohong! :D heeeheee! JIA YUN I LOVE YOUR DIGICAM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. SCHOOL'S ENDING SOON. YAYYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111997203774303609?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111997203774303609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111997203774303609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111997203774303609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111997203774303609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-god-school-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111979366274734666</id><published>2005-06-26T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:47:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENDD OF HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>I make it a point to blog at every major milestone of my life, so here i am! The holidays have ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's happened to me so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote meijiao: "term 3---&gt;tests---&gt; EOY exams---&gt;EOY ATTACHMENTS.---&gt;NOV/DEC HOLIDAYS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW do u get what i'm trying to say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am resolved. I am cranky. I AM A GIRL ON A MISSION. NOBODY GETS IN MY WAY. BOOO.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111979366274734666?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111979366274734666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111979366274734666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111979366274734666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111979366274734666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/endd-of-holidays.html' title='ENDD OF HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111978548836175128</id><published>2005-06-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:31:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of holidays</title><content type='html'>Since this is the last day of the holidays, I shall change my template.  Who knows when i'll be able to do it when school reopens? WHO KNOWS IF I'LL BLOG?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111978548836175128?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111978548836175128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111978548836175128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111978548836175128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111978548836175128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/end-of-holidays.html' title='end of holidays'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111944356711032360</id><published>2005-06-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:32:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new page begins</title><content type='html'>YAYYE. I CHANGED MY SKIN! Not that anyone cares, of course. boohoo tragic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111944356711032360?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111944356711032360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111944356711032360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111944356711032360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111944356711032360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-page-begins.html' title='a new page begins'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111927298722232473</id><published>2005-06-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:09:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nobody believes i'm sick. waaahh. maybe i really do have cancer cos apparently nobody gets sick after a good workout in the morning. hor delphine? sniff sniff. go sleep alrdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111927298722232473?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111927298722232473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111927298722232473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111927298722232473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111927298722232473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/nobody-believes-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111866575923034391</id><published>2005-06-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:29:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sorry, delphine dear, for not blogging about yesterday. Anyway we went to DELPHINE'S house for egg tarts. kay not really. we went there to celebrate shiying's birthday! played mahjong and bridge, but sadly papaya didn't know how to play those games. INdeed, it was a fruitful day for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the morning, becky jinny and i pretended to hike up to delphine's house, when in fact we had hitched a ride with jinny. Before we got off the car, jinny's mum was so cute. She was like: "HAve a fruitful day!" Sounds puzzling? That's because JInny said we were all going to do homework. Then we went into the house and started feasting on delphine's made-in-hongkong egg tarts and played pangjong. HEH. Those egg tarts were marvellous stuff, in fact, becky came just for those marvellous tarts. okay so unfortunately we didnt push anyone in the pool. OH AND XIN YI - WELCOME TO THE CLUB! Now becky and i have one more pigging partner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, shiying left with neither the papaya i got for her nor the grapefruit shampoo and conditioner delphine got. the sad rotting papaya. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with grace and nicole today! we met up early and tried on a hell lot of clothes. okay maybe not, but we DID try on alot of clothes cos town was hardly populated. MAn, it's the gypsy craze! Then we had lunch at nydc. The spagetthi was ho hum, but priscilla's favourite was madness! Looks like my dieting plan has to be delayed by another day ???! MAN HECK LA. I would strongly recommend that to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried on walking in town after lunch and it sucked . It was so crowded. Grace got her havaianas and by then our feet were killing all of us. SO we walked to wisma and sat at coffee club express. My scone was. deflated. but it was great. and guess who was sitting at the next table. XIN YI ????! MAN the world IS small. So after resting our tired feet, i continued hunting for my slippers and by then nicole had gone home. We walked to far east and i got a pair of orange slippers at a bargain. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH OF A BARGAIN. SO i gladly replaced my uncomfortable heels with my orange slippers so grace and i could do more heavy duty walking. yada yada yada. I didnt get my bag in the end. sad. but it's okay. We can always go out again! I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111866575923034391?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111866575923034391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111866575923034391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111866575923034391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111866575923034391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-sorry-delphine-dear-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111858135059904195</id><published>2005-06-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:02:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAD LIFE: DEREK WONG LOST. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111858135059904195?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111858135059904195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111858135059904195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111858135059904195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111858135059904195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-life-derek-wong-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111847294761199442</id><published>2005-06-11T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:55:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth forum</title><content type='html'>Youth forum was a three-day long event. and it was great! (: Okay fine, granted we didnt exactly know each other very well and stuff, so it was kind of strange . EHH BUT nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can only rmb what happened yesterday, last day, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school dead tired because I stayed up to do the proposal thingy the night before. HEH. I guess that sounds rather dull, so fastforward to the concert! The items were pretty funny. On other occasions, I guess we would all consider the items pretty lame, but just for yesterday, everything was good. I guess it's cos we were all involved. And l1,2 and 3 presented our boob case. Alfred the one boobed was good. EHEHEHEHE. so were evryone else. annabel esp. man picture this, ALFRED IN A MINSKIRT! hHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our concert, log comm dance after that. I really appreciate what the log comm's done, especially biqi, for coordinating everything and calling up all the participants. In fact, i can see that her hair's really frizzy now. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, we went to town for dinner! Specifically, picnic. I never knew town had a food court:\ wow. HAH nicole was totally concerned about alfred. HEr face totally lights up whenever someone mentions alfred! MAn. After picnic we walked a little and well. It was hard to find a place for 20+ people to sit around. ): Sad but true. At around 8.30 everyone except the bunch of us stayed. Winky, nicole, corinna, alfred, ervin and guanghe. Oh and me too. just walked around and nicole and i got ice cream. hehehehe yayyye i wanna go out! ask me ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111847294761199442?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111847294761199442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111847294761199442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111847294761199442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111847294761199442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/06/youth-forum.html' title='youth forum'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111720318182573080</id><published>2005-05-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:13:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miss lee: Why is your paper all shredded up?&lt;br /&gt;jolene: i met a crazed murderer on my way home and i used it to shield myself from him.&lt;br /&gt;miss lee: what about THIS part? (points to marks that have been cut out)&lt;br /&gt;jolene: the murderer decided to poke me there with his knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: the murderer ran away screaming in horror when he heard that my bio teacher was miss lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW YUE YANG I WAS DATING XIN YING TODAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111720318182573080?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111720318182573080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111720318182573080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111720318182573080'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;it sang this song -&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm looking for my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;hi-dee-ho, here i go,&lt;br /&gt;looking for my missing piece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it baked in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the cool rain would come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it was frozen by the snow&lt;br /&gt;the snow would come and warm it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it was a missing piece&lt;br /&gt;it could not roll very fast&lt;br /&gt;so it would stop&lt;br /&gt;to talk to a worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or smell a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the beetle&lt;br /&gt;would pass it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the best time of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on it went&lt;br /&gt;over oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh i'm looking for my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;over land and over seas&lt;br /&gt;so grease my knees and fleece my bees&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for my missing piece"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through swamps and jungles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and down mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day, lo and behold!&lt;br /&gt;"i've found my missing piece," it sang&lt;br /&gt;"i've found my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;so grease my knees and fleece my bees&lt;br /&gt;i've found my..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait a minute," said the piece&lt;br /&gt;"before you go greasing your knees&lt;br /&gt;and fleecing your bees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am not your missing piece&lt;br /&gt;i am nobody's piece i am my own piece&lt;br /&gt;and even if i was&lt;br /&gt;somebody's missing piece&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'd be yours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh," it said sadly,&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry to have bothered you."&lt;br /&gt;and on it rolled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it found another piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one was too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one was too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was a little too sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one was too square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time it seemed&lt;br /&gt;to have found&lt;br /&gt;the perfect piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't hold it tightly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time&lt;br /&gt;it held too tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on and on it rolled, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling into holes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bumping into stone walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then one day it came upon&lt;br /&gt;another piece tht seemed&lt;br /&gt;to be just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi," it said&lt;br /&gt;"hi," said the piece&lt;br /&gt;"are you anybody else's missing piece?"&lt;br /&gt;"not tht i know of."&lt;br /&gt;"well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"&lt;br /&gt;"i can be someone's and still be my own."&lt;br /&gt;"well, maybe you don't want to be mine."&lt;br /&gt;"maybe i do."&lt;br /&gt;"maybe we won't fit..."&lt;br /&gt;"well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hummm?"&lt;br /&gt;"ummmm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fit!&lt;br /&gt;it fit perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;at last! at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and away it rolled&lt;br /&gt;and because it was&lt;br /&gt;now complete,&lt;br /&gt;it rolled faster&lt;br /&gt;and faster&lt;br /&gt;faster than it had&lt;br /&gt;ever rolled before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast tht i could not stop&lt;br /&gt;to talk to a worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or smell a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too fast for a butterfly to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it could sing its happy song, &lt;br /&gt;at last it could sing&lt;br /&gt;"i've found my missing piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it began to sing -&lt;br /&gt;"i've found my mizzin' geeez&lt;br /&gt;ur vroun my mitzin brees&lt;br /&gt;so krease ny meas&lt;br /&gt;an bleez ny drees&lt;br /&gt;uf frown..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, now tht&lt;br /&gt;it was complete&lt;br /&gt;it could not sing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aha," it thought&lt;br /&gt;"so tht's how it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it set the piece down gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slowly rolled away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as it rolled it softly sang -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm looking for my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for my missing piece&lt;br /&gt;hi-dee-ho, here i go,&lt;br /&gt;looking for my missing piece"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111685839895258686?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111685839895258686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111685839895258686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111685839895258686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111685839895258686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-piece.html' title='the missing piece'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111659878350287753</id><published>2005-05-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:19:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of sabbaticals. yayye. it's not like it's really bad actually, but it's really a torture to have to sit through it day after day. maybe i'll be a biologist in future! i dunno, it seems quite early to be planning isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiccup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111659878350287753?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111659878350287753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111659878350287753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111659878350287753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111659878350287753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-day-of-sabbaticals.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111641362304970538</id><published>2005-05-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:56:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabbaticals day 3</title><content type='html'>sabbaticals day 3. It was the most interesting lesson so far. rahhh. i'm really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't school end already ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delphine's soo cute :) eh i don't know why. ASK HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to coro with yifang and shu hui after school. they ordered food and i helped them finish it! HEEHEEHEE. i'm a mighty rubbish bin. and shuhui said my stomach knows no boundaries. boohooo i'm huuurt. wanqin and wan teng joined us after they got cornflour. heeehee wan teng's a bimbo . ( POUT! ) don't be grouchy leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE ! i hate school:( failed physics by one mark. passed ss by 4. what else. probably end up with 65 + % at best. It's really disappointing, but it's not like i did anything to deserve better. i really have to work harder. Not only in studies. I'm really not motivated to finish anything i started. crap. i wish i could do better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zennn. yoghurt bars, exercise and sleep. or rather, oreos . :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111641362304970538?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111641362304970538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111641362304970538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111641362304970538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111641362304970538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/05/sabbaticals-day-3.html' title='sabbaticals day 3'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111633533452224388</id><published>2005-05-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:08:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KARMA.</title><content type='html'>TESTING. CAN ANYONE SEE THIS POST???? :&lt;br /&gt;I really thought i deleted it already. anyway sabbatical week! i hate project work, though. I thought it was supposed to be a nice slacky week :( but anyway holidays are coming! woopeeedooopeedooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma/ cos i do. I can see it at work now. It doesn't make me feel very good though, but i dont see what anyone can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111633533452224388?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111633533452224388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111633533452224388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111633533452224388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111633533452224388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/05/karma.html' title='KARMA.'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111278472186152788</id><published>2005-04-06T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:52:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought i would be sick today but I wasn't.:( Boohoo. I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my my it's coming. Godzilla. MUAAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAA. Only a couple of months. There'll be big red balloons on the ceiling that will be crushed under the mighty big feet of the big green monster. It'll result in such a magnificent BHAM. Everyone will rejoice! Party popers will go wham and blam ! We'll all live in oreo land where we'll dunk ourselves in milk. It'll be a special holiday for us children all over the world! Then it'll start raining confetti and we can all go dance the confettidance! Godzilla will then trample on the oreo cheese cake factory and it'll explode. OREO CHEESE CAKE WILL START TO RAIN ON US AND THE WORKERS WILL BE FREE FOR A HOLIDAY TOO!&lt;br /&gt;all in honour of a special day! Godzilla's a great friend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School drives me insane. I'm a mugger wee weee weeee!:D i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the walls around me crumble&lt;br /&gt;but its not like that will build em up again&lt;br /&gt;so here your last change for redemption&lt;br /&gt;So take it while it lasts because it will end&lt;br /&gt;And my tears are turning into time I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;I cant live without you&lt;br /&gt;can't breathe without you I dream about you honestly&lt;br /&gt;tell me that its over&lt;br /&gt;because the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And ill be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be the one to chase you&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time your the hart that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;and the more I try to feel the less I'm whole&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111278472186152788?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111278472186152788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111278472186152788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111278472186152788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111278472186152788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-thought-i-would-be-sick-today-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111244471918048372</id><published>2005-04-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:25:19.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW COME NO ONES BLOGGING ANYMORE:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT AS WELL DESERT THIS BARREN LAND. SUGGESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGHH. BLEARGH. BLEARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111244471918048372?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111244471918048372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111244471918048372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111244471918048372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111244471918048372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-come-no-ones-blogging-anymore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111183658303449898</id><published>2005-03-26T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:32:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's raining men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geri Halliwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humidity's risin'&lt;br /&gt;Barometer's getting low&lt;br /&gt;According to all sources&lt;br /&gt;The street's the place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cos tonight for the first time (first time)&lt;br /&gt;Just about half past ten (half past ten)&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna start raining men (start raining men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen (Ow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humidity's risin'&lt;br /&gt;Barometer's getting low&lt;br /&gt;According to all sources&lt;br /&gt;The street's the place to go&lt;br /&gt;Cos tonight for the first time (first time)&lt;br /&gt;Just about half past ten (half past ten)&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna start raining men (start raining men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let myself get&lt;br /&gt;Absolutley soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainin men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's rainin men -&lt;br /&gt;Every specimen&lt;br /&gt;Tall blonde, dark and mean&lt;br /&gt;Rough and tough and strong and lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;She's a single woman too&lt;br /&gt;She took over heaven&lt;br /&gt;And she did what she had to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught every Angel&lt;br /&gt;To rearrange the sky&lt;br /&gt;So that each and every woman&lt;br /&gt;Could find the perfect guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men (Go get yourself wet girl, I know you want to!)&lt;br /&gt;I feel stormy weather moving in&lt;br /&gt;About to begin (about to to begin)&lt;br /&gt;Hear the thunder, don't you lose your head&lt;br /&gt;Rip off the roof and stay in bed (rip off the roof and stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah&lt;br /&gt;It's raining men - Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's raining men - Hallejulah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's raining men - Amen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's raining men (Repeat to fade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahhahahaha. Go watch the MTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://stat.discogs.com/R/198296-001.jpg"&gt;Geri halliwell has such a hot, muscular body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111183658303449898?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111183658303449898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111183658303449898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111183658303449898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111183658303449898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-raining-men-geri-halliwell.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111183509385001914</id><published>2005-03-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:04:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training today was fun! somehow. hhahahahahahahhahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and boooos grace closed down her blog! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to choose for end of year programme, cos apparently there are grizzlies in sabah. maybe i shall go shanghai! who knows! or better yet earn money for work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111183509385001914?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111183509385001914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111183509385001914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111183509385001914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111183509385001914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/training-today-was-fun-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111158813537879793</id><published>2005-03-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:28:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's as though i'm not here. nobody gives a shit about what i'm doing. i cant help it if i'm just not there. nothing'sd helping. it's not like i dun want to do it. it's jus that i dont know how to. i'm stupid and it's not my fault i was born that way i cant help it if i cant do what others do at the same pace i've got a million things on my mind it's not like i can throw everything otu of the window in a split second and i just cant bring myself to do what i need to do because no one ever cares. do i even care.; i donnt know and honestly, since its not even working why should i even care. its crap and i hate it and i dont want to be here anymore. it really got me so pissed off. first thing it hought was like didn't i try hard enough? then i thought i really just didnt get it and its not like anybody was jumping to teach me even when i asked and  thirdly i thought why and could i have done better it;s like i think im jus plain crap i dont know what to do about it it sucks so bad and it;s not like it's the first time it happened i never knwo what i want to do cos i never feel like i go anywhere and the harder i try the worse it gets. i hate to disappoint anybody but i cant help it cos even when i want to do something i dont know how to go about it i. it's not like im doing it on purpose. is it my fault, really?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111158813537879793?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111158813537879793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111158813537879793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111158813537879793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111158813537879793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-as-though-im-not-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111158746595657667</id><published>2005-03-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:17:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ass.</title><content type='html'>it doesnt even matter how hard i try cos no one ever knows and no one ever cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111158746595657667?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111158746595657667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111158746595657667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111158746595657667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111158746595657667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/ass.html' title='ass.'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111098490188397638</id><published>2005-03-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:55:01.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something's wrong when you think about and regret something that you did 5 seconds ago, and you want to go back and do something different. It's much milder than what it seems, but it's something I wanna do again. I've never been able to treasure what I own. I dont like the way I am. Spit it out, girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111098490188397638?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111098490188397638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111098490188397638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111098490188397638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111098490188397638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-somethings-wrong-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111090324079622176</id><published>2005-03-15T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:14:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what's wrong. I can just sit back and stare . I think I've been enlightened. My brain can no longer do somersaults. What's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning to catch tiffy's match. It's okay tiffy. Dont be sad. Try again yea:) Then, we went to eat lunch at a prataless prata shop. Heh heh the people were rolling prata when we got there so well too bad for us, we ended up prataless. So then, we ordered the next best things-as in the main courses. Yummy. We love spicy stuff, despite the mucus dripping and tearing and all. Harmless side effects. Later, we made our way to Jinny's cosy home and we had a great time exploring her fridge. Bollocks to the rumours that her fridge is always stocked but somehow the stuff arent very tempting. Utter rubbish. The stuff in her fridge can last us a life time. If not you, then ME:D. Becky ate 2 cones while everyone else ate 1. THE TRUTH SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. For blow by blow details, go do your own exploration if Jinny doesnt mind. OH yea there were OREOS, and Jinny said I could take all cos those werent her top priority.  I guess today's my lucky day. Thank you Jinny! It got so cosy up in Jinny's house that tiffany and becky slept their hearts out with the aircon on at full blast, while Jinny and I had a date with Jay and his soulful voice. Because of Tiffany, all of us reached school 37 minutes earlier. Good girls x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Becky and I went to NTUC to get potluck stuff. I got my fries settled fast, and so did becky and her cutlery. However, she was momentarily distracted by the chilled section. She just HAD to get something chilled. After hanging around the yoghurt section for a whole half hour and actually deciding which brand to buy, she dropped the yoghurt and zoomed off for guava juice :\ LAL it's okay cos we did leave ntuc in the end. Eyepaint made our day! And we sprayed yummy perfume all over our wallets. YUMMY. Whoever knew some perfumes were so uber pungent and spicy. EEEEEWWW. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, am I boring OR AM I BORING. heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111090324079622176?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111090324079622176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111090324079622176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111090324079622176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111090324079622176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wonder-whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111072853988939661</id><published>2005-03-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:42:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obs(2)</title><content type='html'>Reading junice's blog has made me a happy person. I never want to forget OBS and Amundsen. For that, I wanna say a big hearty &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;THANK YOU, AMUNDSEN, FOR BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER THROUGH THICK AND THIN, SANDFLIES AND MOSQUITOES AND EVERYTHING:]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so deeply appreaciative of everything Amundsen did as a watch that I get a nice warm glow when I think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIFANG for being my buddy and partner throughout the entire camp. For being port with me and shouting for people to get back in line. For bringing the both of us to shore. For providing HENSAPLAST mosquito repellant which works miracles. Just for being there. YIFANG u were great:] YUEYANG for climbing to the top of the inverse tower with me. We make great partners alright! For lending me toothpaste. For getting over your fear of insects slightly ?! heh for JUST being horny, whacko, nutty, silly, funny yueyang. Oh but no thanks for SHORT AND STOUT. Just kidding;) Anyi for COOKING FOR US! I mean yea maybe you didn't cook very well on the first day la huh, but you improved as the days went by! Dont be offended, we're deeply appreciative of the fact that you were our happy apple who brought cheer to our watch. See you did alot alright! :] And seriously I'm very sorry about not helping you with the ants cos I really wasnt awake enough to realise what was going on ! Rock on you funny bunny :]]] EUNICE! For belaying me so spontaneously with junice! I LOVE YOU EUNICE COS YOU'RE SO FUNNY AND CUTE! AND PSSST FOR HAVING SMOOTH HANDS. :)))For bouncing in with one line of she will be loved and realising we knew already!:D EUNICE U'RE NICE SO KEEP SMILING AND SWINGING OKAY! i volunteer to get you a chauffeur for being so nice! HEAR YE-I OWN THE EXCLUSIVE RIGHTS TO YOUR SMOOTH, SILKY HANDS! Junice! For being my anchorperson with eunice to make sure I wasn't scared to go up. and for tying knots everywhere! For singing and singing AND SINGING! For telling funny stuff and being so easily tickled! EH LET'S MAKE A DATE WITH YOUR SLEEK SHINY CAM!EVERYONE COME TAKE PHOTOS! Mian Rong for being so motherly, and so uncomplaining as store ic. It must have been hard for you cos you had to go around tying knots too! And for making all fo us laugh with your slightly aunty ways. But you never lost your cool with us and carried on giving to Amundsen! Mian Rong u were great! :D HuiJun! I never realised you could talk so much! But I like! TALK MORE! Thanks for being so helpful and tying knots (I know, again. But STILL!). Mwaaahaaaaa. Talk more and stay happy! OH YEA and thanks for your bubbly shampoo and shower foam! What would I do without them;) PeiZhi! Thanks for telling me  THAT joke about the handsome acsi guy HMPF. haha but anyway thanks alot! You were great during OBS! Have a little more confidence in yourself and stay cheery with your uber lame jokes!:] Jiaying! Wow your sea sickness and landsickness was alot of sicknesses together! But you persevered and carried on even with a nasty blister! YOu go girl! Thanks for letting us sabo you into being the day ic :D Corinna! For being so helpful and supportive and lame but funny! For being there for Amundsen!:D Stay that way Corinna! Liu Zhe! Thanks for being so motherly! and dun be sad cos we'll listen if you tell us about it! Stay happy okay! and did i mention you look scary in the dark!:D:D:D:D HuiPing!Eh talk more leh!hahahahahah! Stephanie! For being so cool and calm and being the silent helper! TALK MORE TOO LEH! Jiewei!For being so helpful! YuJing for helping out! ELGENE FOR BEING AMUNDSEN'S INSTRUCTOR AND FOR TEACHING US SO WELL WE PITCHED FANTASTIC TENTS AND WERE ON TIME STARTING FROM THE 3RD DAY!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it feels weird to be talking like a civilised person again. I'm going to miss the times when all of us were bellowing at each other on Ubin. I miss ANYI'S advanced formula. PRESS AND ROAR! I miss Anyi and her muttering about her pile of shit. I miss YiFang and her coolness and her mosquito repellent. I miss Yueyang and her silly stone trick WHICH I SAW THROUGH:D I miss Eunice and her smooth hands and funny expressions! You dao kid! I miss Junice and her laughing her laugh at evry single thing! I miss MianRong and the weird faces she does! I msis HuiJun and her always helping out with everything! IN SHORT I MISS YOU AMUNDSEN. I hope we all have a great time adjusting to speaking at normal pitches. I dont know about you people but I'm having a terrible time trying to adjust. I cant seem to think or speak normally now:\ heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;AMUNDSEN ROARRR&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111072853988939661?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111072853988939661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111072853988939661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111072853988939661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111072853988939661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/obs2.html' title='obs(2)'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111053400485840254</id><published>2005-03-11T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:40:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amundsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OBS! AMUNDSEN ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being away from cibilisation for 5 whole days, I feel like a total caveman. ROARRRR. psst snigger. Suddenly lights come on at a flick of the switch and there is no need to pitch tents because I want to sleep and wake up in one piece the next day. Like WOW. PLUS I TOOK A BATH:D.MY GOODNESS?!?!? Before I get started on anything, I am officially declaring a war on ants. Big ants, small ants, red, black or white ants, AS LONG AS THEY'RE ANTS, THEY SHALL ALL DIE. DIE YOU DIE! man i really hate ants. let me recount. On the second last day, our watch was happily doing the high elements and little did I nor yueyang realise that 24 generations of ants were invading our backpacks which were very unfortunately resting on the doors of their nest. BLEARGH. It's got to be retribution for not helping Anyi, whose bag was infested by the same 24 generations of ants attracted to the peanut butter in her bag the previous night, with Anyi roaring away in anger and whacking her bag in all directions. Sorry la anyi, I was momentarily awaken by your throaty roar afterwhich I drooped right back to sleep. DAMMIT. I KNOW I HATE ANTS. PLUS THEY DIDNT DIE AFTER I DOUSED THEM IN WATER OVERNIGHT AND THE TSUNAMI OF WATER CASCADING FROM THE TAP HIT THEM. PULAU UBIN GIVES RISE TO HARDY MUTANT ANTS WHO DONT DIE ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY was quite boring. Lotsa administrative stuff to do, and bonding. Oh and anyi cooked dinner. HEEHEEHEEE:D Dinner wasn't all that bad, considering we were all first time campers. ANyi u did great yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was kayaking day! We learnt to row the kayaks and all. CAPSIZE DRILLS! We kayaked for 4 hours and yifang and I were really trying to keep port but it didnt really work hhaaahaahaaahaaa but hey we tried hard! When we were almost at the shore we got knocked into the rocks. Long story. We were stuck there for a LONG time. blearghh:[ Anyway we couldnt bathe that night cos there was only the seaview toilet. YUMMY. dinner was improved:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;br /&gt;We jumped into the quarry! PLus our raft floaTED. HEH. YEA LEGEND OF THE GIANT SQUID. YEA YEA YEA HAH. The water was so so so cool and clear we washed off the salt in our hair and all. After lunch with the insects, we trekked all the way to the resi camp. RESI FOOD'S QUITE GOOD! I was so hungry i took 4 big scoops of rice for dinner:D Basically the food was alright. Then we had night walk. SOLO. I mean, maybe the walk was only 3 minutes, but still I was spooked. Weird sounds, weird trees, weird everything.BLEARG. And Yifang wasnt scared. How brave. ! Oh yea and later, anyi found ants attacking her peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOurth day&lt;br /&gt;We did high elements. YueYang and I successfully ascended the crazy high element despite being scared and all. After that we went to do rockclimbing. We trekked back at night and started washing stuff. PLUS we had a big feast and our master chef came a long way cos the nights stuff were pretty good:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH DAY we came back. Same people, same everything, but different in a way. For one, we all learned to live with one another, so much so that we were all like a family. I hope this continues, cos after all we're in the same class and carry on appreciating each other. Though I can't mention every single one of you in this entry, I appreciate that everyone was there for each other whenever we did anything and never gave up. We faced all obstacles together AND we overcame that together. and plus we started meals together too. Though we'll never be thrown in the same kind of situation again, but as long as we want to, the Amundsen spirit lives on. We can carry on whatever we've been doing to each other for the rest of our lives. From pretty much strangers to the kind of solace we've found in one another, we've come a long way. Let's keep it that way. I'm going to frame the amundsen photo up somehow. I will always remember obs. The Amundsen spirit lives:] I LOVE YOU PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK ON :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Let us always remember we'll be there for each other, as long as you're willing to share:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;PRESS AND ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111053400485840254?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111053400485840254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111053400485840254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111053400485840254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111053400485840254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/amundsen.html' title='amundsen'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111010194104040994</id><published>2005-03-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:41:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;GRACE THE SNAILDOPHILE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAID SHE'DE MISSED ME WHILE I'M AWAY AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs obs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEDING THE MOSQUITOES:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA MOULIN ROUGE'S ON TONIGHT. GO WATCH IT. BRINGS BACK PLEASANT MEMORIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111010194104040994?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111010194104040994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111010194104040994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111010194104040994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111010194104040994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/grace-snaildophile-said-shede-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111009920377649522</id><published>2005-03-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:30:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="www.barney.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barney.com"&gt;http://www.barney.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU BARNEY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111009920377649522?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111009920377649522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111009920377649522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111009920377649522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111009920377649522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-111009518352646490</id><published>2005-03-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:35:22.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally sick of the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS HAPPENS NEXT WEEK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. The carrying our shit around thing is a little too obscene actually. i cant wait for obs ! yayyy VROOOMVROOOOMVROOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i just read through my sec one entries. They're a little weird:\. I can't remember thinkign all of that. i'm so embarrassed by myself. Which is why that blog must go into hiding. Banished! it has been sent to exile! Taaaas to the NOObS. BYEBYE. SHOOOO. I'm embarrassed. How unbefitting of a 13 year old girl to behave in a way as such. That was absolutely improper. Always prim and proper, we Nanyang girls. In a few years when I look back at this entry, I will think the same of it. Unfortunately for now, it will have to do for my intellect cannot reach a level as high as an 18 year old tingyu. I outgrow my shell as the years pass by. I just realised how highly indecisively moronic i was to be incapable of expressing my true emotions without dotting after every sentence and adding a pretty z after every word. I guess I liked it at that point of time, but I can't say the same for now. Shudder. I'M DISGUSTED-HEAR ME ROAR. YUCK. Which is why, tingyuof2yearslater, I must apologize for putting you through reading this silly entry. But whatever. I shall talk about obs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think that obs will serve to make everybody a better person, through depriving us of our basic needs such as bathing everyday and replacing dechlorined boiling water with prawn infested pond water. We will be tough pieces of jerky when we return to earth next friday. weeee. Throw in a nice tan and i'm all ready to face the trials and tribulations Mother Nature or rather Outward Bound Singapore will toss at us,for we shall triumph,armed with the knowledge of this terrific world our School has imparted to us.SO BITE ME MOZZIES.I shall swat you all flat with my insect repellent.YOU DIE HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to move this stagnant pool of mozzieinfested blog :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-111009518352646490?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111009518352646490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=111009518352646490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111009518352646490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/111009518352646490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-totally-sick-of-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110804784560738947</id><published>2005-02-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:04:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not easy is it. Sometimes i think i dont get over it quick enough, other times i dont even realise something has already happened and is long done with. what is this crap that i'm living. I feel so screwed up. There's nothing i can do to stop whatever it is from happening. I just wanna grow up and get over this crap teenage life as soon as possible cos it's the worst thing ever. I know people say that everyone feels the same way and blahh but the fact is i'm living my own life and who can feel whatever it is for me. It's as though just when I've solved a problem I get myself saddled with another. WHAT IS THIS la. I'm so tired of this, all the pretense going on, everyone acting like they've got it all together. maybe they have, but sometimes it's sick to see somebody trying to be someone they're not. maybe I do it too, and there's no excuse for it, cos it's a reality. Even when someone's totally not a fake, who can guarantee that the people around that person arent fakes either. Life sucks when you think like that. Cos life's unfair and there will always be people around to make it worse. hurhurhur. Sometimes all I want to do is to just stay at home one day,away from the whole world,sip on orange juice, read a book and maybe listen to some loud banging music while suntanning. Maybe I should get a condo on mars. The thing is,many of us are so dependent on the people around us,we feel bad when we're detached from them.I feel so bad.No matter what I do it doesn't matter,cos no one bothers.I'm another life form on earth taking in oxygen giving out carbon dioxide.Three cheers to that.Life sucks when I'm alone, and dang I feel alone all the time.So what happens when I'm alone.I think about what's going to happen in the future and frankly,it's not too optimistic,if things are to carry on the way it is now.If someone says I already have a good life,let's jsut say i'm a perfectionist and a bloody unhappy perfectionist at that.I feel as though I have so many expectations to live up to,and whose but my own.I'm never fully happy with anything and I probably never will be very happy.Dont you think I wish I could be just as happy as I want?I want to,but somehow it's in me never to be too reliant,too trusting,cos nothing's forever and everything will disintegrate one day.Nothing's what it seems,even when it has four sturdy feet and can withstand the weight of the world.Nothing at all.I don't believe in that,or rather,I can never believe in that,cos after all I've been through,it's hard to believe that I can remain a certain state for long.And the more I want to hold on,the faster it slips away,cos happy things hardly last.You outgrow it at one point or another or vice versa.Isn't it strange how something happy is over in the blink of an eye and something unhappy can drag on for a long time.That;s the way it is.Life has many phases,it's a sink or swim thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I want.I can think something for a moment and contradict myself the next, it's like this huge debate within myself.Somedays I feel uber happy, like the sky's the limit and I'm not bound by anything, but others, I feel so dark that I just want to sink into a corner and let myself rot. It's like I have two extreme personalities in me that's struggling to get out. The happy, contented side and the unhappy, despairing side. Let's just put it this way, even when the happy side's out playing, the unhappy side will always be there, subtlely sinking its evil claw into my mind. Even when something goes right, I can think of a million ways for it to go wrong. That's how it is. What a life. It gets so taxing I just want it to stop. I just want somebody to stop and listen to that, but no, everyone's too caught up with their lives, it's not possible. I fully understand, cos in the same way, I'm caught up with mine. Everyone's busy trying to make their own lives work the way we want it that we probably cant stop long enough to listen to all these. It's okay. We jsut gotta grit our teeth and get on with it. Whatever it is, life goes on with or without us. Even when we're down in the dumps, life will go on. Think: even when we're gone, life goes on. So we either catch up with it or lose track of it. I choose to catch up,whether I have to run after it on a million shards of glass or on a bed of roses cos there's no other way to it.Dark or light,I run.Maybe I'll get something out of it, but maybe, that'll come later. Life's ironic that way. Even when we dont like it, all we can do is hold on and hope somebody up there's getting us ready for bigger better things by putting us through all these crap we call our lives. I love it loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110804784560738947?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110804784560738947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110804784560738947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110804784560738947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110804784560738947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-not-easy-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110707235878786584</id><published>2005-01-30T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:05:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haLf life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Half Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oliver james&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the living room&lt;br /&gt;and it's one of those moments&lt;br /&gt;when everything is so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the truth goes back into hiding&lt;br /&gt;I want to decide 'cause it's worth deciding&lt;br /&gt;to work on finding something more than this fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;tell me now, tell me how to make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind this half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;this thing and that thing,&lt;br /&gt;my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;when i figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mind a few mysteries&lt;br /&gt;they can stay that way it's fine by me&lt;br /&gt;and you are another mystery i am missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind this half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause lately something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life,&lt;br /&gt;without you I am breaking down&lt;br /&gt;wake me, let me see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;save me from this half-life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let you and I escape&lt;br /&gt;escape from time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110707235878786584?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110707235878786584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110707235878786584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110707235878786584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110707235878786584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/half-life.html' title='haLf life'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110656910144066763</id><published>2005-01-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:18:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE. I WENT J8 TODAY! hahahahahaha! I went there with jiayuan because she was feeling hungry and all, so we sat down for a burger at mos buger. Okay actually SHE sat down for mos burger. I watched her EAT the burger. we did lots of walking and sampling! LET'S GO GET NICE PRAWN SHRIMP ROLLS AND MUAH CHEEEEEEEEE:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaaahaaa. i thought it over, whatever will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN EONS. WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME TO MAMAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year's coming! 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YIPPEEEEE YIPPEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110656910144066763?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110656910144066763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110656910144066763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110656910144066763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110656910144066763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/haha-can-you-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110647429045580073</id><published>2005-01-23T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:58:10.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;That you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I don't look&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know you met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;I know when I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;The way that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of you yesterday. You were too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110647429045580073?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110647429045580073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110647429045580073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110647429045580073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110647429045580073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/true-by-ryan-cabrera-i-wont-talk-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110647260425253428</id><published>2005-01-23T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:30:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGER TOTALLY ATE UP MY ENTRY ON CNY SHOPPING! HMPF BAHBAHBAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH WHO CARES I HAD FUN ANYWAY THAT'S ALL I NEED TO RMB LET'S GO OUT AGAIN YEA YEA WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ANDRIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110647260425253428?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110647260425253428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110647260425253428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110647260425253428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110647260425253428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/blogger-totally-ate-up-my-entry-on-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110511130386194609</id><published>2005-01-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:21:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a week. and it's over??! heh not bad okay, let's do a recap! weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-bad day in school somewhat.met grace and friends and went to town! yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-pretty much similar.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-ditto. looking forward to seeing grace on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;thursday-goooddd day!met grace too!meijiao too! hehehehe! meijiao gave the cow a kiss. heh.&lt;br /&gt;friday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day today, but no i didn't actually meet grace SNIFF. haha it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met grace 2 times this week. woahhh not bad already!! oh man this is totally lesbo. i bet grace is smiling so much her retainers are going to drop right out RIGHT RIGHT????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great year ahead people! :] Until then, ciaoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110511130386194609?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110511130386194609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110511130386194609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110511130386194609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110511130386194609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110475336503817735</id><published>2005-01-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:56:05.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>i'm scared. bad feeling. oh man. let's take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace I miss you so so so so so so so much! your school seems fun though heh! Lucky you! Lucky house! hhahahhahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more towning. Now on it's studies first. WOOOHOOO yayyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110475336503817735?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110475336503817735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110475336503817735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110475336503817735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110475336503817735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110446117391473452</id><published>2004-12-31T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:54:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOYYY CAN GRACE SLEEP. SHe's still asleep after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up at 6am to unplug zenny&lt;br /&gt;me going in and out of the toilet&lt;br /&gt;her mum came in and asked her how much she wanted to alter her skirt&lt;br /&gt;she actually GETTING UP to show how much she wanted to alter&lt;br /&gt;switching on lights so i can see the keyboard and type&lt;br /&gt;HELPING me switch on the computer??!&lt;br /&gt;my noisy forceful tapping on the keys&lt;br /&gt;INSISTING she's asleep:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think she's faking it. TSKTSKTSK THAT LAZY PIG. Grace u want to keep me by your side that's all, right! AHAAA she cant deny it. i mean, how can someone still be sleepy after doing so much stuff???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe okayy anyway Grace's house is fun!Wait wait REWIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Grace's house ytd at about 6pm, rain and all. Then I came in and i did homework. YAYYYYY. I finished everything! WOOOOPPPEEEEEEE.! Okay eh not very interesting huh! Let's see after dinner we went for kway chap. Kway Chap is a total laxative. Before Kwaychapping grace and I were super constipated and grace had a funny constipated look on her face, HEEHEE, but after kwaychapping we came home and the two of us shot for the toilets and I think we stayed in there for quite some time. HEEHEE i shall eat kwaychap from now on whenever i feel constipated. GRACE COME WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace just got up to tell me to switch on the speakers so she can hear zenny more clearly. SHE'S BLUFFING ME!and she just whacked me with my boyfriend. is she awake or what! tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we talked to mj! she sounded super funny over the phone bcos she was on loudspeaker mUAHAHAHAHA and we were having fun talking until her brother wanted to use the phone. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked around for a while and we kind of conferenced. Hmmmmmm, it was a little quiet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I watched what a girl wants and talked till 4am! Then we fell asleep and I woke up with her foot in my face??! One more centimetre or so and I would have been kissing her foot okay! It was way too traumatic for so early in the morning. BRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahah I SHALL TALK LATER. Grace is STILL pretending to be asleeep.Hey actually I dont think she's faking it. SHe's really asleep. oh man. She's unbelievable???!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110446117391473452?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110446117391473452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110446117391473452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110446117391473452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110446117391473452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyyy-can-grace-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110432859010317725</id><published>2004-12-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:56:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't do homework! hahahahahaaa! cun bin looks like alex teo. NOOBNOONOOB just keeps going round my head i cant express myself properly : /&lt;br /&gt;oh well, not now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110432859010317725?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110432859010317725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110432859010317725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110432859010317725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110432859010317725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-didnt-do-homework-hahahahahaaa-cun.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110406108149900997</id><published>2004-12-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:38:01.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is sad and depressing. the year's coming to an end and what am I doing. I'm blogging. I'M WASTING MY TIME BLOGGING,the precious last week of the year, when all there is left of this year is ehm, 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. I feel wasted. I hate it when somebody tells me how much time there is left for this year. P10 has gone nuts telling us how many minutes till 2005. I mean, yepp it's a convenience and all BUT i dont know. I mean, you countdown how many days till ur bIRTHday, but who's nuts enough to actually caLCULATE AND TAKE NOTE OF MINUTES! I think it's the fear of aging. I'm going to be OLD after this year. OLD. I'm going to be 15??!? Somebody has to shake it into me. I hate the fact the year is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why. COuld it be because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis will get all grown up and attitude in sec 1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN she'll hog the comp???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE is leaving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new class full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;OR COULD IT BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO BE 15 AND SEC 3  AND THEN I'M GOING TO SLIDE THROUGH THE REST OF MY LIFE LIVING IT, LIKE THIS YEAR, BUT NOT REALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh this is waaay too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or could it simply be that i'm paranoid. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway there are many people i want to thank this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S START NOW YAYY YAYYY YAYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace:&lt;/strong&gt; REMEMBER TO MEET UP WITH US ALRIGHT. Dont forget your poor friends you left back in nanyang. Thanks for everything. From just talking loads on the phone with me about everything under the sun in sunny island singapore since OOH LAST YEAR till now TO well i dunno. EVERYTHING??! I really wish you didnt leave you know. I'm going to miss you bad. Oh yea rmb to write in the pretty diary i gave u yea!:] it's pretty so u gotta write in it. I'm gna miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becky:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure you wont ever read this so i shall keep this short and sweet. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! for listening to me whine on the phone too hehehehehehe and if ur reading this GOOD FOR YOU! and rmb to tag okie:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliza:&lt;/strong&gt; I've known you for less than a year only.! HMM. I can't believe that. It doesn't feel real&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for bouncing into my life. You're a joy to have arnd!:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jinny&lt;/strong&gt;: YOU BIG DARLING! heeheehee ur so funny and so cute i like youuu!! cos you're always happy and nv ask anything from others! Have a great great year ahead of you!! oh yea and thanks for keeping me company ytd night. I shall always rmb your great kindness in doing so! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carin: DARLING.&lt;/strong&gt; WE're classmates AGAIN! MUAHAHAHAHAH u can flirt with me then. WEEEE! Thanks for just being there. Though we got together rather late and our plans for post exam activities never did materialize, it was fun planning them. And choral night. OHMIGOD THAT WAS SO UNBELIEVABLE. We danced and we rocked the auditorium with ouir shaking brooms! MUAHAHHAHA- MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;strong&gt;everyone else i know:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET IT. I FINALLY GET IT. This year's been so much fun,I can't bear for it to end. I've been enlightened.! I want to thank everyone around me. Thank you for all the noisyness. That keeps loneliness at bay. Thanks to grace, carin, nicole, andris and becky for helping me with my sprained foot after xcountry. Thanks to 210 for being 210, for moulding all of us into who we are. Thanks to the my team for being so crappy, so noisy, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt; Thank you people for making xmas so fun. Thank you everybody. I'm grateful fior that. I cant help going all splooshie. I'm too grateful for that. I shall go cry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FOR BEING THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i GUESS 2005 wont be so bad after all :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110406108149900997?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110406108149900997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110406108149900997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110406108149900997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110406108149900997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-sad-and-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110395210294386416</id><published>2004-12-25T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:21:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! OHMIGOD.HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy let's see. ytd carin, grace and I went to suntec for the mango sale. yeah the sale was crazy and everything was going at ridiculous discounts but everyone was there. and I guess we were there too late. By then all the good stuff were snapped up alrdy and everything else was in funny sizes??!  we didnt buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA BUT THANKS FOR THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!!! I like tigger!:] and carin's fantastic necklace hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking about aimlessly we decided we were tired and wanted to sit. Guess what the coffee places at raffles place and suntec were so packed and totally impossible to get in that carin led the way for us to go to an isolated tcc and we sat there for a long time slowly eating and drinking. WEE! we wrote in grace's diary, from yours truly:], and stoned around and talked. I LIKE CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm so anyway after that carin went home bcos grace and i were staying for the countdown and she looked so miserable about it. It's okay carin-grace and i bought u pretty bangles.! AND GRACE U AND I ALL HAVE IT MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.  oh yea those bangles tinkle when u knock them together!! Those magical bangles will make carin happy once again KEKEKEKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grace and I walked and walked around. Everywhere was so packed we couldnt see or walk properly and it was very veryyy hot. Grace managed to buy a guess shirt in her siZe HEH.lucky grace. So after more walking it was finally time to meet the others so grace and i went to the station and stoned abit. And after quite some waiting everyone was there. Turns out everyone memorized grace's blog entries hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the food court was absolutely preposterous cos the veggies were sour and the chicken was cold. bahh. Town was THAT packed.  After that we walked everywhere for pool and we ended up at this smoky place and it was full house everywhere. The guys bought these funny snow can thingies that smelt like sprite. AT LEAST it smelt like sprite. Later in the night evrybody got those thingies only they stank. more later.We ended up at tcc cos the guys were intimidated by the smoking gangsters at the pool place.HEHE.oh yea we were attacked???! KAY these two guys like totally sprayed us with the stinky snow gunk when we werent looking. They sneaked up behind us and totally started to spray that gunk on us and i dunno wat happened but in the end yuwen and i sprayed gunk on aunties too. So paiseh hehehe cos the aunties gave us very grouchy looks. so we ran away! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace left about 10. LAter in the night SOMEHOW everybody had a can of that nasty gunk. I SWEAR THAT GUNK IS POISONOUS AND I ATE IT UP.! SO DID YUWEN. hEeehee yuwen totally looked like frosty the snowman cos everyone got her. and sprayed into her face and stuff. We couldnt see anything! but i rmb seeing the gyrating tree many MANY MANY times. SO ANYWAY everyone else had a can of that gunk and for protection the guys kept buying cans of it too.  i think we bought about 15 bottles?? HECK it was crazy and the ground was littered with cans and cans of the nasty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make it sound boring. It was CRAZY! to find out what happened GO DO IT YOURSELF LA. and bring ur goggles and swimsuit too:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired by the end of it we went home abt 12.30 trying to squeeze past evrybody. AND WE TOTALLY MISSED THE COUNTDOWN HURHUR WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soaped myself 3 times, shampooed 2 times and washed my face 2 times, but i can still smell it???! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAH THIS IS SO FUNNY BYEBYE AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110395210294386416?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110395210294386416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110395210294386416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110395210294386416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110395210294386416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-christmas-ohmigod.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110391081810392915</id><published>2004-12-25T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:54:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY XMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun at town. talk more tmr i'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110391081810392915?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110391081810392915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110391081810392915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110391081810392915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110391081810392915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-xmas-i-had-so-much-fun-at-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110347053327676955</id><published>2004-12-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:39:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:limegreen;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ok fine, not yet. but still in less than a week. bahh seriously, who cares abt these petty details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ppl! christmas is coming-tis the season to be jolly falalalalalalalala :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my blog's all decked out in christmas gear, muaahaaaa SO throw us what you've got santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110347053327676955?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110347053327676955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110347053327676955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110347053327676955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110347053327676955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-xmas.html' title='merry xmas!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110321162857610502</id><published>2004-12-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:40:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyoyoyo what's up man, i'll tell YOu what's up. i can't sleep. Maybe it's all the sleeping i've been doing these days. Hey but who's complaining i'm growing taller from all this sleep:] nods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind's cool tonight. I can't see the pretty moon though, but i'm sure it's pretty anyway. I've been thinking it over. The year's coming to an end. Wow like we all dont already know that. This year's been absolutely crazy and hectic. What's happened to everybody. I stopped, took sometime to breath and looked around and WOAHHH i was like whAT happened to everybody. Everybody's gone out and got their own life, and suddenly everyone's progressed from being wrapped mummies to hot mamas. yada yada yada all this talk. It's been a crazy year. and damn, before we know it we'll be dumped into year 2005. booohooo no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.what i need is more sleep, less hmwk. 3 cheers to THAT. anyway it's been an absolutely fun year tooooo, but someone should really slow it down cos i can't tell the difference between this year and last year. weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your fingers crossed for the next ride. wooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110321162857610502?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110321162857610502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110321162857610502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110321162857610502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110321162857610502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/yoyoyoyo-whats-up-man-ill-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110293953281162635</id><published>2004-12-13T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:05:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO I'M BACK FROM MALAYSIA! I LIKE IT I LIKE IT I LIKE IT WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i'm still homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Gwen Stefani so rocks GO GET HER ALBUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110293953281162635?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110293953281162635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110293953281162635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110293953281162635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110293953281162635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello-im-back-from-malaysia-i-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110163866954466852</id><published>2004-11-28T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T18:44:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog's too delicious for its own good. I'm GOING TO EAT IT UP ONCE I LOSE MY MIND FROM THIS CRAZY SNACKLESS DIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SNACKS I WANT WAFFLES I WANT MY CHOCOLATES I WANT MY LOLLIPOPS.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. Everything's in my little candy store. I'm going to put every single snack i can into my little candy store and pretend I just put it into my mouth. YEA IT WORKS LA OK. I JUST ATE LOTS OF YUMMY CANDY. I CAN SMELL IT AND IT NEVER DEPLETES. PLUS I CAN EVEN LOOK AT IT 24 HOURS A DAY, 7 TIMES A WEEK AND TOUCH IT WITHOUT GETTING FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's gotta count for something. I guess it's lacking the whole taste element that's all. OUT of my 5 senses i get to satisfy 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 OUT OF 5 IS GOOD. If I eat it it'll be 1 OUT OF 5. That's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA DONT EAT SNACKS COS THEY'RE BAD BAD BAD FOR YOU TINGYU. DONT DONT DONT. DONT GIVE IN TO THE DEVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN i'm screwed. ABSOLUTELY SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my mind off food. I SHALL SAY HELLO TO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MEIJIAO.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BECKY.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO JINNY.OOPS I MEAN BYEBYE JINNY.BRING BACK SOME TASMANIAN CANDY SO I CAN PUT IT INTO MY CANDY STORE WHERE IT BELONGS.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MUM.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DAD.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO QIULIN.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TIFFANY.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MARTIANS.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PLUTOIANS.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOOOOOO DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110163866954466852?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110163866954466852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110163866954466852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110163866954466852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110163866954466852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-blogs-too-delicious-for-its-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110163260536005185</id><published>2004-11-28T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T18:33:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Badminton chalet was fun! weeee! Even though we holed ourselves up in the chalet every night to watch vcds, ONLY went to escape, played mahjong barbequed, stuff you do at chalet la. BUT ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the executive suite at aranda. It wasn't that much different actually. Besides the fact it had its own mahjong table AND a bigger dining room. well that's about it. So anyway when we got there we didn't know who was supposed to start the barbeque fire so when we did it was a weeeee bit late. but still on time heh. So then june offered to teach us how to start the fire but smart reliable tiffany insisted that she knew how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW TO START A FIRE-by tiffany toh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Pour the whole pack of charcoal into the pit&lt;br /&gt;2)Borrow lighter&lt;br /&gt;3)Light up a whole pack of 20 firestarters and attempt to poke them into teeny weeny holes in the charcoal pit&lt;br /&gt;4)Spoil lighter&lt;br /&gt;5)Juniors buy lighter, in the meantime, attempt to keep the measly bonfire going&lt;br /&gt;6)Hint aloud that we didn't know how to start fire so the guy next pit would come over and help&lt;br /&gt;7)Fire goes out after intense fanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea. But at this moment of defeat, the nice guy at the next pit finally comes over and volunteers his help and VOILA. THE FIRE STARTED and it burned and burned for the rest of the night and we had a happy barbeque all thanks to the nice guy at the next pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS IT DIDNT RAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY&lt;br /&gt;We went escape early in the morning because we wanted to beat the crowd.I must confess something at this point of time-I HATE INSTANT NOODLES. Ahhh I feel better now that I've got it off my chest:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTRARY to what we thought, there was no crowd to beat.weee.Basically the rest of the day passed in a whirl cos the bunch of us was being tossed in the air like yummylicious fried eggs most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should do something about escape. It's time to relook all the rides there. I mean, whatever happened to all the little tourists and chaletgoers and singaporeans who have nothing better to do???? Escape was about half as populated as the sahara desert ??! Maybe someone should tell the management to bring in more harmless rides for the motion sick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late for a movie when we finally decided to leave escape at 10, so we watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;MOULIN ROUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! We knew from the start that we probably didnt have enough batteries but we went on with the movie anyway. and when the vcd player gave its final pop after going through the tv remote control batteries we were distraught. THE LAST 15 MINUTES and we couldnt watch it. LIKE&lt;a href="mailto:LIKE@*()@#$%^&amp;*(*&amp;amp;amp;^%$"&gt;()#$%^&amp;*(*&amp;amp;amp;^%$&lt;/a&gt;?!! We refused to give up, yea we good little determined girls, and we even tried to open up the air con remote. So then, we got desperate and remembered our next door neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh the ever trusty chinese high people! yea call it an amazing coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello erm can we borrow your remote control or batteries? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they were like tv got remote control meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i bet they only used the tv to play their xbox or something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind! switch channels manually! we do that also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yea.but nono we dont need to switch channels. erm do you all have batteries? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawns on him.&lt;br /&gt;ORH. &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;EH ANYBODY GOT BATTERIES??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so we got our batteries and we said goodnight and thank you and have a nice day and we went back to watching the finale MOULIN ROUGE.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MOULIN ROUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we stayed up too late, cos the next day we got up at 9 and the seniors left without us. Everyone dashed around trying to clear up and stuff but we finally made it. but obviously we got to school quite late for the open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house was quite a failure cos I actually saw more nanyang girls than Primary 6 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis got 252 for psle. That's not too bad ! cos the other people I knew of taking psle didn't do very very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110163260536005185?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110163260536005185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110163260536005185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110163260536005185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110163260536005185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/badminton-chalet-was-fun-weeee-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110162918779397769</id><published>2004-11-28T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:11:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new temp</title><content type='html'>NEW TEMPLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE this template rocks!!! AND if you notice the constant refernces to oreos, it's not my fault. It's my subconscious at work. I'm on a diet and I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE FOR OREOS RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110162918779397769?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110162918779397769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110162918779397769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110162918779397769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110162918779397769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-temp.html' title='new temp'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110148632373731851</id><published>2004-11-27T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:25:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYY I AM SO SO SO BORED AND CHALET WAS FUN COS WE WATCHED MOULIN ROUGE AND WENT TO ESCAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the viking ship 10 times, went go karting 8 times and you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace wants me to mention her. HELOO GRACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110148632373731851?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110148632373731851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110148632373731851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110148632373731851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110148632373731851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110100824136793224</id><published>2004-11-21T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T11:37:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAst day of singapore open!Seems like Boonsak wont ever ever turn up again.BOOOHOOO.I'm very very sad okay. My first page will remain sad and devoid of words because i tore away delphine's terrible copy of Bao Chunlai's autograph.NO BOONSAK.I'll be left with an emptiness in my heart that can never ever be filled up .HAIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! Everyone's back from their trips! WEEEE! I can't wait to see everyone again.! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet's on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110100824136793224?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110100824136793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110100824136793224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110100824136793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110100824136793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-day-of-singapore-openseems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-110082925574532417</id><published>2004-11-19T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:02:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE OPEN THIS WEEK WOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE BOONSAK PONSANA AND KENDRICK LEE AND I GOT THEIR SIGNATURES!!!! but sadly not their windbreakers. HAIII long story. kendrick lee was like i need it lah.but he said it in a super nice nice way!and boonsak actually clapped his hands together and bowed a little?? AND HE CAN SPEAK  CHINESE, ENGLISH AND THAI MY GOODNESSS GRACIOUS! anyway i shall ask again on the last day but until then i'll settle for a simple jersey muahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad news-the two of them are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek wong has a whole truckload of female fans even though he has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;centre parted hair&lt;br /&gt;not to mention-LONG center parted hair&lt;br /&gt;seemingly bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;not as good as all of us imagined&lt;br /&gt;mean&lt;br /&gt;and indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY. because he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years old. FIFTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;non poserish [I mean considering his haircut straight from the 60s]&lt;br /&gt;indifferent; not desperate i guess&lt;br /&gt;and he looks pretty good heeeheeeeheeeeheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, undeniably he has more than a whole truckload of female fans actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite scary to see red blooded singaporeans bursting at the seams with passion for the sport all at one place. Just the other day, this uncle threw a full bottle of mineral water at the umpire when the umpire kept faulting this singaporean women's pair. WOAH scary. It sounded like there was going to be a riot ???! heeheeee but still it was VERY VERY amusing to see these uncles doing their thing. I mean, how often do you actually see singaporeans throwing stuff over something to do with that actually has to do with singapore.??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FOR MORE FUN WATCH THE AVIVA OPEN! I guarantee it'll keep you occupied from morning till night heheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeee GO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BADMINTON:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-110082925574532417?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110082925574532417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=110082925574532417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110082925574532417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/110082925574532417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/singapore-open-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-109988611079862132</id><published>2004-11-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:55:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up 1 hour and 53 minutes ago and i'm going to go right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody, helloooooo SLEEPYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-109988611079862132?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903101.post-109984106423302553</id><published>2004-11-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:24:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling nostalgic. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It lasted forever&lt;br /&gt;And ended too soon&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In places no one would find&lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized&lt;br /&gt;That forever was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late in september&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen you before (and you were)&lt;br /&gt;You were always the cold one&lt;br /&gt;But i was never that sure&lt;br /&gt;You were all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Staring at a dark gray sky&lt;br /&gt;I was changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In places no one would find&lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized&lt;br /&gt;That forever was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make your everything, all right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember...&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;In places no one would find...&lt;br /&gt;In places no one would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized&lt;br /&gt;That forever was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7903101-109984106423302553?l=tangotoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/feeds/109984106423302553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903101&amp;postID=109984106423302553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/109984106423302553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903101/posts/default/109984106423302553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangotoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Flirt with me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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