<?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-7528141</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:04:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lYk, wh0A ;D</title><subtitle type='html'>Yeps! XD It's meh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109497120925317208</id><published>2004-09-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:40:09.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>I watched Scream 3 yesterday.  Oh man, I loved it.  Anyway, like usual I was fantasising, and I wish they would come out Scream 4! Wouldn't it be so cool to go out with your significant other and watch Scream 4? Niiiice.  At least I like it.  Or maybe it's better to rent Scream 1, 2, and 3 and cuddle up on the couch and.. err.  Nevermind.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to do that.  Really, I.. maybe not the cuddling.  You know, in someone's living room.  Gosh.  Sigh.  But it sounds so nice.  You know how nice it would be to be in love?  Sadly, I'm just a dreamer.  SAAAAAD.  Anyways, Sherilyn still has not told me who the mystery person is.  Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;Oh man.  Shiiit.  My stupid idiot crush doesn't have a damnit clue that I like him! Sigh.  I did this quiz thing on whether I should ask him out.  But that's going a little overboard.  But I'm patient.  I can wait.  Lets count how many guys I wouldn't mind watchin Scream with.  Oh, only two.  Actually.  Only one.  The other one is.. haha.  Nevermind.  I really realy really want to watch Scream with him, you know.  Oh whichever horror flick.  Stupid bastard doesn't even know.  Stupid bastard I wish you knew.  Stupid bastard I think you're really nice, inside and outside.  STUPID BASTARD YOU'RE SUCH A STUPID BASTARD.  Why do I then have a crush on you, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I really, really like the stupid bastard.  I really do.  Yet I find him quite.. how do I put it.  Anyways, enough with the stupid bastard.  Oh by the way, Stupid Bastard, if you read this, &lt;i&gt;it's a compliment&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I love music.  And I love dancing.  I love just about everything.  That was so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get. -B.R. Hayden &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I so believe that you will get what you really want, but I have so many things I want:&lt;br /&gt;- Stupid Bastard&lt;br /&gt;- Superbly good PSLE marks that can get me into any school I want&lt;br /&gt;- Ballet classes everyday&lt;br /&gt;- Etcetera, etcetera..&lt;br /&gt; I want a lot more things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109497120925317208?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109497120925317208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109497120925317208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109497120925317208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109497120925317208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497120925317208' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109496881045643031</id><published>2004-09-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:00:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MoRoNiC</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO WAS THAT IDIOTIC MORON WHO POSED AS ME ON THE TAG-BOARD? I TELL YOU, YOU HAD BETTER NOT DO THAT AGAIN.. CHERYL SO DOES NOT SUCK.  IF IT WAS ONE OF MY FRIENDS THEN HAHA, YEAH I CAN TAKE A JOKE BUT IF IT WAS *YOU* OR *YOU* OR WHOEVER I HATE, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, YOU SUCK WAY MORE THEN CHERYL. SHE DOESN'T EVEN SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/7528141-109496881045643031?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109496881045643031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109496881045643031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109496881045643031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109496881045643031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109496881045643031' title='MoRoNiC'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109481704531375053</id><published>2004-09-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T04:50:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN BLOGGER.</title><content type='html'>DAMN BLOGGER. Screwed my whole post. Typed so much and then... anyway. Yeah. The main point: &lt;a href="Http://www.darkangelzzz.blogspot.com"&gt;GO VISIT THIS BADASS GIRL!! CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt; Yeah. Justine tells it like it is, man. Go read bitch. Gosh, it tells you so much..&lt;br /&gt;I did a quiz. Oh gosh the results were too true to be true I was lyk, WHAT?? Yeah. I was shocked. It wasn't those Quizilla type of quizzes so there's no thing to cut and paste and stuff. And guess what it was about. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO KILL QUIZILLA WHEN I DID THIS QUIZ!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WTF?????&lt;/span&gt;  I don't want to post the results.  It can't be true, you know? And I'm not even going to mention what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;Man. My posts are so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109481704531375053?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109481704531375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109481704531375053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109481704531375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109481704531375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109481704531375053' title='DAMN BLOGGER.'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109480172971848673</id><published>2004-09-10T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T00:35:29.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Me</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! This is a very happy yet depressed girl speaking.  She can't believe that she got a high distinction for NSW writing.  She hopes she isn't bragging..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hello! Hello! I'm so insanely happy it's crazy! Haha.  I need to study.  Hmm.  I wrote Sean a 1000-character long testimonial which he deleted.  Or maybe my computer's cocked up, so I can't see it.  I don't care, anyway.  It was done out of boredness.  I love MTV! K, that was randomly lame.&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty in my stomach and I love the feeling.  I HAVE EATEN! But I went to the toilet.. haha.  Kidding.  However, I think it's because I just peed Niagra Falls.  Yeah. O........K........&lt;br /&gt;Wells, I need to start cramming for the exams next week.  Goodybye mah ladies! And gentlemen.  If anyone reads this.  And tag my damnit tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna call Sherilyn and study.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109480172971848673?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109480172971848673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109480172971848673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109480172971848673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109480172971848673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109480172971848673' title='I Love Me'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109464250607284349</id><published>2004-09-08T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T04:21:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling really haiz-y now if you know what I mean.  Had great fun last night.  I have fun all the time.  Wheeee.  Anyway, I'm so sad.  Nah, not really.  But I just read something so nice.  And I wish that could happen to me.  I'm so boring.  I just typed Sean a 1000 character testimonial and I just spoke to Sherilyn and man I'm BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109464250607284349?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109464250607284349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109464250607284349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109464250607284349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109464250607284349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109464250607284349' title='Haiz.'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109430051152887886</id><published>2004-09-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T05:21:51.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heatherrrr here</title><content type='html'>i hav dis sudden inspiration 2 write a novel. a romance one. riiite. dat was lameness, sry. n i stil owe &lt;B&gt;daniel&lt;/b&gt; n &lt;b&gt;pauline&lt;/b&gt; a testi. haiz. wat 2 write? arrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109430051152887886?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109430051152887886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109430051152887886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109430051152887886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109430051152887886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109430051152887886' title='heatherrrr here'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109421765452974433</id><published>2004-09-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T06:37:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lufflies</title><content type='html'>heyo. anywae, i slept over at ralette's hse yesterdae.. n 2 daes b4. dey slept over at mi hse e day b4. so now i'm bac hm. anywae, it was so weird? we were listenin 2 music, mostly those pop ones.. ya noe. haiz. anywae, suddenly dey started listenin 2 &lt;font color="orangered"&gt;slipknot&lt;/font&gt; n i was lyk... huh? hahax. anywae, dey weren't jus listenin, mi sis n rachel. dey were full tilt rockin out, swirlin deir hips, playin 'imaginary guitars' n all dat jazz. it was reali weird, cos dey're e type dat listen 2 britney n westlife n all dat crap n suddenly slipknot? i dunno whether dey lyked it, i tink dey found it randomly but i asked rachel n she sed dat "it's reali nice" n mi sis sed "it's so cool". n i was lyk, &lt;font color="dodgerblue"&gt;wtf&lt;/font&gt;? anywae, i was jus starin at dem in disbelief, i didn't bother 2 do anythin, i dunno if dey reali lyked it or nt. hahax.&lt;br /&gt;anywae, another weird ting. &lt;font color="indianred"&gt;edward scully&lt;/font&gt; noes &lt;font color="blueviolet"&gt;edward scully&lt;/font&gt;. long story. VERY LONG STORY. but.. u c rite, tiara's mother's father is edward anthony scully, n mi mother's granduncle is oso edward scully. n he was an inspector. anywae.. we thot we cld b related or sumthin. haha but no. so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;so much for mi diet. i decided nt 2 do it? cos it's jus plain lame n i will die.. sorta. anywae, i tink i'm pickin up malay pretty fast, thks 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="darkcyan"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="darkcyan"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;puji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="darkcyan"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;charlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="darkcyan"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes.. &lt;i&gt;saya mau tumbuk&lt;/i&gt;... a lot of pple. esp one person. so damn irritatin u noe. haiz. dat was so lame, i cldn't take e lameness dat i was.. emittin. lame again. &lt;br /&gt;anywae, we oso watched freddy vs. jason. dere were nudity scenes, n it was uncut n uncensored.. hahax! ashley, deir younger sis (7 dis yr) wanted 2 watch those scenes over n over again... we were lyk wat? haha but it wasn't scary at all. loads of sex scenes 2 add on. haiyo. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109421765452974433?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109421765452974433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109421765452974433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109421765452974433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109421765452974433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109421765452974433' title='lufflies'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109409790172429665</id><published>2004-09-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:05:01.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet</title><content type='html'>haiz. i decided dat dere's no way i'm gonna b a prima ballerina n b in company if i carry on bein e lazy person dat i m. i decided dat i'm willin 2 sacrifice mi personal life (boyfrens n all) plus more if i can have ballet everydae of e wk fer 3h min each time. do u tink dey hav those type of systems in s'pore? if dey dun it's stupid. GET ONE NOW, I TELL U! sumtimes ballet can b so borin, wat wiff e repetitive steps n all. but, i hav 2 persevere. hahax. yes i wil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109409790172429665?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109409790172429665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109409790172429665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109409790172429665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109409790172429665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409790172429665' title='ballet'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109409518950119081</id><published>2004-09-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:21:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e prince n me</title><content type='html'>i 're-watched' e prince n me, thks 2 cheryl. anywae, it's so nice.. lyk wow. haha, lame, but. dunno wat 2 sae.&lt;br /&gt;anywae, tings worked out. yes. mi life finally has a routine. i tink. haha. sch hols hav sorta started i guess, but we hav supplementary so.. haiz. go park! yes, msg 2 summer: i tink i can go 2 e park? dunno. &lt;br /&gt;u noe i want e truth but i can't handle it? yeps. so lame. i hav 2 lose weight, man. prob i'm norm size, dat's wat all mi frens.. nt all, sae, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;BALLRINAS AND RHYTHMIC GYMNASTS ARE NOT NORM SIZE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are slender, light, lean, willowy, delicate little people.. haha dat's lame. but. still. i need motivation. haiz, n i just gobbled up half a.. circular tin thing of pringles. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u. i failed mi stinky prelims. mi sci was horrid. PLAIN HORRID. i wanted 2 cry. but. i decided nt too. held it in until wanted 2 cry again. hahax. eng was average, but average is as close 2 e bottom as it is 2 e top. dunno hu sed dat. but i didn't. i just quoted. haha. math was lame bullshit. chinese... dere's actually hope? highest i can get is 90. but not possible? av mark 4 OAS in our class is 37 so.. 45 + 37 = 82?!! lousy lah. if i get e average mark. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, 4 scully bros came frm ireland 2 s'pore, n uh. yeah dey settled down. here. n. u noe wat? tiara n i cld b related! her mom's a scully, n yeah mi ggm is oso one! woohoo. it was so close, i tell u. so close yet so far. haha. so we're gonna find out s'more stuff. LYK. hu r sean scully's parents??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywae, later rachel, charlotte, ashley mi sis n i r goin 2 e park n 2 e library. yesterdae we played so much, u noe how lil kids r, so hyper n all. i almost died. how? nxt yr 2.4km run..? hahax, oop. HAHA! out of point lah. but it's gd. E-X-E-R-C-I-S-E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109409518950119081?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109409518950119081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109409518950119081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109409518950119081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109409518950119081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409518950119081' title='e prince n me'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109386585843283330</id><published>2004-08-30T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:37:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid dae</title><content type='html'>nice dae 2dae. feelin reali happy n hyper. woohoo! yeah it's mi b'dae, which oso adds 2 e fun. haix. anywae, i can't blieve clarissa rmbred! hehe. thks. dunno whether it's tru lah, but van saes dat she wants ta let me hav a go at hittin e pinata? wow, it's an honour. haha, reali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109386585843283330?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109386585843283330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109386585843283330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109386585843283330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109386585843283330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109386585843283330' title='stupid dae'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109375938931576300</id><published>2004-08-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:03:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>church</title><content type='html'>i luv 2 go 2 church. got wedding nxt wk, goin 2 sing lohr. choir rocks. anywae, weddings r so cool. how many more yrs mus i wait? hahax. jk. watched rhym gym on tv 2dae. F-I-N-A-L-L-Y. so damn inspirin lohr. pple in mi g6 ballet class, a handful of dem frm rgs, yea so smart. anywae, dey r either in dance or rhym gym so dey ask me 2 go 2 deir sch. hahax. in mi dreams man. unless i study hard lah. anywae, dey hav dis open hse ting, one of dem told me. cannot rmbr wen. dunno whether i'm goin. haixx. l8r i'l b labelled as a 'betrayer' yeayea n dey'll curse me while doin e routine. lyk how all of us cursed e 'betrayers'. haha! so evil.&lt;br /&gt;tmr mi b'dae! yea hahax i bet noone noes. avril wanted 2 gimme present but i bet now she doesn't wanna. anywae. got prefects' tchr dae prac.. hmm. wat 2 wear ah? i tink i'm wearin mi 23 top n sum bottom ting. hahax. mi reg number. so cliched. wateva, anywae.&lt;br /&gt;nv c any interestin pple 2dae in church. haiz? i guess. mi ankles, no, feet ache lyk hell. mi feet arch is super duper lousy. frm tmr, i'm gonna.. uh. i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;i'm damn evil:&lt;br /&gt;Poodle:&lt;br /&gt;wadeva... so i'll print...its no big deal...n since when did u become a spokesman for "Paul" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hate me rite...i mean its your choice if you wanna be best friends w them or something. but it is immpossible for me... not tt i wanna...if ur nice to them, they are nice to you, but if im nice to them, i get used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine used me for tingxie and our art project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hate me already anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Avril stuck the note in my belt... it was Rachel hu laughed the loudest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline asked you n Avril if you wanted ice-cream n didnt ask me. Remember the note "Loser w no life" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of them were calling me miserable when i was standing alone watching you all playing CONTACT and laughed their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over the fact that 3 of them hated me bcos i had fun w u n avril. Den this had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something i did or something "Paul" said. If it was something she said...i cant believe that you would believe someone hu u disliked for so long. Or was i just plain sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe u r terribly pissed, its obvious.But haf u ever thot of wad i felt. i mean its not like i didnt hear wad u n pauline said in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R we stiill frens???it doesnt seem like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;rite. becoming lyk dem. i dunno y u r so concerned abt mi befrendin dem. dey seem nice 2 b arnd, n frankly, dey're nt so bad. sure dey were reali mean 2 me b4 but dey apologised n all. can't u c? r u reali frens w e shorties n all? i noe u n avril r buddybuddy. but. im v happy 2 work w dem 4 b&amp;c cos at least we can get along n tings wldn't b so stressful. u noe, w dem.. probably it's ur attitude. over 4 yrs u noe. since p3, dey told me. wait. u noe wat? dey r normal, if u tink i'm becomin lyk dem jus cos i dun reali speak 2 u n all anymore u r wrong. very. i dun care 4 bein popular, but at e same time i dun wanna b h8ed. nt mi prob if u dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poodle:&lt;br /&gt;why are u ignoring me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does our friendship mean nothing 2 u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n why do u keep asking me what secondary school i wanna go 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes i was a bit pissed when you volunteered to work with them 4 b&amp;c...u seemed so happy 2 do so...with Rachel n Vanessa at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline...she is super nice to u but ignores me... even if i wanna b nice to any of them i'll probably get like super pissd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauline says i piss her off every year.. do u think i dont get pissed either? n i dont juz go pissing anyone and everyone off on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i was friends w them b4.. but ppple change...u r changing too... u r becoming like them...no offense but i think becoming like them wont do u any good except u becoming popular...if that is wad u want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt pauline's spokesman. dat's lame. u sae u dun wanna go ij sec cos dey're goin dere yet u sae u dun care abt dem. dat completely makes no sense. used. u noe wat? u cld jus tell dem straight off. if dey didn't respect ur decision mebbe u guys were nt meant 2b frens, so u shd hav found new ones. how many frens do u hav in class? gd frens? i'm nt rubbin it in. i'm sure u hav a lot of 'frens'. sherilyn told me dat u were v 'guai' durin e trip. cheryl saes u r two-faced. e shorties dun reali lyk u. yea i noe dat u heard us. n we were lyk 'damn' but. i noe of how u feel, trust me, i noe how u feel. but mebbe a change of attitude wld do u sum gd. dun b offended.  dey dun h8 u fer dat. ok? dey h8 4 u, no offence again. vanessa n i r frens tho everyone noes avril n her dun get along dat well sumtimes. loser w no life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her before replying:&lt;br /&gt;rite. so u're sayin dat u h8 me cos i'm frens w dem? i reali tink dat's nt fair, cos i can't h8 dem cos u h8 dem n all. i dun h8 u, i dun h8 anyone. i dunno if we're still frens. n it's nt cos of wat any of dem sed. but it's cos i dun reali lyk ur attitude. i noe u're probably wonderin y. but it's hard 2 tell u. i dunno if u reali lyk e shorties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her dis oso:&lt;br /&gt;Date:	Sat, 28 Aug 2004 22:26:23 -0700 (PDT)&lt;br /&gt;From:	"Heather" &lt;hair_dhuh@yahoo.com&gt;   Add to Address Book&lt;br /&gt;Subject:	sry&lt;br /&gt;To:	rebekahbj@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry but i replied on e other account since u sent me e e-mails frm dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;Hahax. Mean lohr. Subject is sry to make her tink I’m apologisin.&lt;br /&gt;anywae, i'm gonna post it now in gp. cheerios.&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/7528141-109375938931576300?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109375938931576300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109375938931576300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109375938931576300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109375938931576300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109375938931576300' title='church'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109375820300902047</id><published>2004-08-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:43:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only hope</title><content type='html'>Added a song 2 e blog. yepyep.  Mandy Moore's 'Only Hope'.  Anywae, here are e lyrics, &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/"&gt;thks&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;MANDY MOORE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only Hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Written by Switchfoot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;br /&gt;But You sing to me over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;and pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only Yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars&lt;br /&gt;Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;and laughing again&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray &lt;br /&gt;To be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving You all of me&lt;br /&gt;I want Your symphony&lt;br /&gt;Singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so meaningful, yup. hahax. anywae, dunno hu introduced me 2 iwebmusic.. thks anywae. if u noe hu u r tell me. i tink on msn sumone told me or sumthin. hahax. anywae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109375820300902047?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109375820300902047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109375820300902047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109375820300902047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109375820300902047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109375820300902047' title='only hope'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109366894739241653</id><published>2004-08-27T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:55:47.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissy</title><content type='html'>2dae we had e prefects' tchr dae thing. arrgh. quite lame, lah, our dance. hahax. no offence. n e worst thing is dat we made it up! haha! anywae, duh poodle was dere. wat's her prob man. oh yah, i 4got. a lot of things. haiz. anywae, i hav ballet soon. haven't gone dis whole wk! i feel so guilty. oh well. i reali reali h8 her. i told sherilyn, n she was lyk wtf, cos ya noe, i dun tink she reali noes poodle. i tink everybody notices dat she keeps jumpin frm frens ta frens. n she has ta suck up. wah lau, lame man. i tink everyone realises dat. gosh. mi frens tell me dat mrs tan doesn't lyk her, as in e 'pet' way anymore? lyk, last time it was rebekah dis, rebekah dat, n now it's estella or michelle or whoever. jus nt her. anywae. whoa, wait. y do i even bother wastin mi blog space writin abt... her? shd b done in gp or abc! haha. 2u, lah, poodle. dunno wat's dat rite? 2dae wen she was dancin she was acting lyk a messed lame poser person. hard ta explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109366894739241653?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109366894739241653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109366894739241653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109366894739241653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109366894739241653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109366894739241653' title='pissy'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109361037035851735</id><published>2004-08-27T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T05:39:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poodle</title><content type='html'>i kinda wish i cld sae all dis ta ya-noe-hu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;NOTE: DO NT TAKE IT OFFENSIVELY. TOO BAD IF U DO. I NOE I'M MEAN BUT IT'S WAT I'M FEELIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello *ahem*,&lt;br /&gt;heather here. u mus hav noticed dat these daes, i havn't been v nice ta u l8ly. well, anywae, i guess u shd noe y. it has nothin 2 do w mi new found frenship w ur old 'frens'. if dat's wat u wanna call dem. anywae, i dunno y but u sorta piss me off. it's lyk if u lk at mi hmwrk, which i find kinda annoyin sumtimes, n i'm correct, u'll lyk, haiz. i dunno how ta put it but u alwaes sae i'm wrong n l8er go "ohh.." or wateva crap. i noe i lk at ur work too, n i'm sry if u mind. but i dun lk at it wen mrs tan tells us nt too.  i noe u probably h8 mi guts rite now, but i dun care. i noe avril does too, i dunno whether it's cos u influenced her or its her own opinion, but it's nt mi fault rite? sumtimes i wonder if u reali lyk e shorties. if u reali truly fren dem or if u jus want pple to tink dey're ur 'frens'. well guess wat, dey dun lyk u. cheryl told me. i noe u lyk avril a lot n she lyks u a lot too, but. haiz. u didn't print e application form, dun lie. pauline did. 10+ pgs n u dun apply. n. gosh. i find ur old 'frens' 2 b nice pple. i'm sry if u h8 dem, but i shdn't be h8ing dem jus cos u do. cheryl n pauline told me abt ur bad-mouthin cheryl. which is. arrgh. 2dae cheryl was so pissed. her mum spent money n all 2 prepare u a nice lunch yet u jus sae "i dun wanna come". wtf? u didn't bother 2 give an explanation or call her mum up n apologise or wateva. so much has been happenin l8ly, if i were 2 write it all down i wld go bonkers. yes. so sry, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;heather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva lah. if she reads, she reads lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109361037035851735?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109361037035851735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109361037035851735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109361037035851735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109361037035851735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361037035851735' title='poodle'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109360840980228950</id><published>2004-08-27T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T05:06:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nu blogskin</title><content type='html'>jus so u noe. i found a nu blogskin. reali cute. hahax, love it. frm blogskins.com duh. i dunno wen i shd change it. cos i had dis blogskin fer onli a few daes. anywae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109360840980228950?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109360840980228950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109360840980228950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109360840980228950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109360840980228950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360840980228950' title='nu blogskin'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109360667698014680</id><published>2004-08-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T04:37:56.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saya tau sukah sean</title><content type='html'>saya tau sukah sean. hahax! lame, man. is dat even how u spell e damn ting? hahax. anywae. saya puggi tido, nanti puggi mati. HAHAHAHA!! god i'm bein lame. anywae. sry 2 all ye malay pple out dere, i dunno how to speak let alone spell malay, so teach me lah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109360667698014680?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109360667698014680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109360667698014680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109360667698014680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109360667698014680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360667698014680' title='saya tau sukah sean'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109352371047704339</id><published>2004-08-26T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T05:35:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all mi fault</title><content type='html'>so i asked him 4 his opinion, sum advice. he sed no problem but yeah. didn't reply anymore. not his fault. i sed nvm. so. hahax. wth am i complainin den? so upset. wish he cld read mi blog sumhow. haiz. shd i tell him? nah. haiz. reali lyk..  gosh. if i sms him again, wldn't i sound desperate? haiz. anywae. arrghh. stupid lah. gym olympics! start now! uh-huh. idiot lah. y neva start? huh?huh? god i'm pissed. at everythin. cheryl's sis grace's blogskin is e same as mine. wow. coincidence. no sarcasm intended dere, reali. anywae. haiz. &lt;br /&gt;enuff w sean, lah. let's c. i need to grow taller, man. oso need more muscle. haiz. i dun care how heavy i will b, since muscle is lyk, 12 times heavier den fat. but. muscle is so much better duh. so yeah. singapore idol. oh yay. now dat's sarcasm. hahax. jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109352371047704339?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109352371047704339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109352371047704339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109352371047704339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109352371047704339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109352371047704339' title='all mi fault'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109351342473536846</id><published>2004-08-26T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T02:54:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys on e brain. gosh.</title><content type='html'>gosh. i dunno wat e hell is wrong w/ mi mind, man. haiz. y r mi entries all so depressin? shdn't hav deleted e old ones. dey were so happy. anywae, no matter how much i try to remain out of e cliche 'angry teen' thing, it can't happen, n i dunno if it will ever happen cos shit happens n arrgh. n i'm nt even a teen. yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm startin ta think abt names. guess fer hu? 4 mi future children. gosh. mi golly gosh. it started in p4. ugh. anywae, sch has been sorta sucky. no, i luv it. playin contact n murderer n wacko is awesome. but. it's nt reali e tings but e pple. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic. well, at least i was. i used ta stare at mi hp, cos.. ya noe. haiz. well now it seems so miserable. anywae. stolen frm alesia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:white;"&gt;How to make a heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts crazyiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lustfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax, yehh.&lt;br /&gt;anywae. i dunno how everyone got to noe dat i lyked sean. which makes me reconsider. gosh. it's reali damn annoyin. dey tink i hav a boyfren or sumthin. wth. i feel so bad cos i dun mean anythin ta sean n all. n yet. yet all dis. sighx. arrghh. anywae, i decided nt ta let dat get to me. i've been tinkin how nice it mus b ta hav sumone. now i sound lame. lyk i'm hintin at sean or sumthin. GOSH. if sean ever happens to 'stumble' upon mi blog. n he reads all dis. (lyk he wil but ya neva noe) i wld so die. no. actually i wldn't. haiz. anywae, i'm a bit off romance novels for a while. hahax. lyk real. but y does it alwaes hav a happy endin sumhow? i did a quiz. it was reali... real, man. but y'll noe dat sean n i haven't talked rite, so yehh. kinda had ta tink wat it wld b lyk. did it in a US mag. arrghh. no, dat's nt anger. anywae, sean was classified into e 'big brother' role. nt e 'perfect boyfren' role. haiz. anywae. n dere i was, wtf-ing again. hahax. nt dat i care, no, i do, but u can't reali expect him ta lyk me jus cos i lyk him rite. yehh. stupid fantasies. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hi heather.. i jus wanted 2 sae dat yesterdae's stori was e best i eva made.. lets do dat more after i top up mi card, k?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax. we neva did get dere, to do it again. i guess he has a beta time makin stories w/ other gals. hmm. gd fer him. no reali, i'm happy fer him. *bursts into tears* jk. anywae, it all kinda felt real. stupid me, man. den we had a godamn fight. i was so damn pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"to tell u e truth, those were nt mi fantasies.. dey were urs.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? i was lyk. uh, wtf. yeah i jus sed it. hahax. man. i jump 2 conclusions way to much. so. stil waitin.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sean i'm waitin 4 ur reply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109351342473536846?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109351342473536846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109351342473536846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109351342473536846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109351342473536846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109351342473536846' title='boys on e brain. gosh.'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109351002904825207</id><published>2004-08-26T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:47:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't stand dis</title><content type='html'>haixx. dis is reali depressin, man. no, nt reali. anywae, dunno wat's her prob. anywae, avril refuses ta believe wat i'm tellin her. but i'm being mean. haiz. anywae. yes! tonite hav rhym gym. wh00t! hahax. dat's a new one.&lt;br /&gt;so. sci paper 2dae. quite depressin. it's so goddamn ez yet i made so many careless mistakes. ya noe. dose type of mistakes dat u onli notice wen e tchr is collectin e papers. arrgh. stupid msn. wth. sign in sign out so irritatin lyk hell. stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;had a reali crazy dream last nite. had it b4, actually. i took neoprints. hahax. dunno y i keep dreamin bout dat. guess w/ hu lah. sean. gosh. y? y? Y? so weird, man. sherilyn claims he resembles dat of harry potter, mi harry potter, (sick, lol) n u noe how yuck daniel radcliffe is rite, no offence. so, anywae, dis sean had multi-coloured braces n dirty blonde 'i-jus-woke-up' spiky hair. i was lyk, wtf? hahax. met him outside a lan centre or sumthin. yeah. den... 4 sum reali pathetic reason e lan centre looked lyk a kiddy play place thing. all brite blu n yellow n i was wtf-ing again. hahax. anywae. but wen we tk neoprint he lked perfectly fine. normal. nicer den normal. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;man. stupid i noe he probably lyks a sec 2 girl or sumthin yet mi mind is filled w/ stupid thots. arrghh. angst. woohoo. wateva.&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/7528141-109351002904825207?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109351002904825207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109351002904825207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109351002904825207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109351002904825207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109351002904825207' title='i can&apos;t stand dis'/><author><name>++ h3a+HeR ++</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09728939670033805338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528141.post-109341949953249880</id><published>2004-08-25T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:43:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>startin' anew. fer e last time. PROMISE!</title><content type='html'>i'm so pissed, man.  gosh. thot she was a fren.  thot i was her fren.  but no. she so sux. wat's up w/ her clingin? god. hahax. anywae, i dun care. i'm over it. no, nt yet, but i will b tmr. yes!&lt;br /&gt;anywae, changed layout n deleted all posts. AGAIN. lyk sry lah. but so sucky.  anywae, tag me pls, n oso, um. i forgot. hahax. nvm. oh, i wanna add more pple. so pls! tell me ur blog link.&lt;br /&gt;sean. sighx. wat's his problem, man. kiddin lah. sean. sean sean sean. sean. i'm withdrawn frm sean.  ya noe, e feelin's all gone.  so i sit on e lawn n yawn.  it's dawn n i eat a prawn.  how come i can't move on? hahax. woah i so suck. dat's crap ok? so ignore it, i guess. anywae, stupid lah. mi hp is STUPID LAH.  no caller id. thanks to mi mum. arrghh. i suspect sean called me? dunno lah. but i smsed him den 'he' called. two times. i dared nt answer. hahax. i suck. &lt;br /&gt;alrighty den- sci is tmr. i'm so scared. haix. no, actually i'm nt. kinda excited actually. luved chinese prelims fer a reason. mi mum's teachin me malay. i wanna be fluent in english, chinese, malay, spanish, french, russian... u name it, i wanna learn it. hahax. lame. but yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528141-109341949953249880?l=spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109341949953249880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528141&amp;postID=109341949953249880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109341949953249880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528141/posts/default/109341949953249880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spookylittlegirl.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341949953249880' title='startin&apos; anew. fer e last time. 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