<?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-13473876</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deLU sional.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13473876.post-114890439170824246</id><published>2006-05-29T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T05:06:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS CAMP SO BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Omg, everything reminds me of camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY MAID reminds me of camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114890439170824246?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114890439170824246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114890439170824246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114890439170824246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114890439170824246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-camp-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114734554348922957</id><published>2006-05-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:05:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm kind of against it.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE ____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how much I hate ____, the neighbour whom my dad gives a lift to every morning of this year. She's such an annoying, ungrateful spoilt brat. Let me list many of her annoying habits. If we are a minute or two late, she would tap her feet, like drum her fingers, roll her eyes and obviously look at her watch upon seeing me come. There was once we were about 5 minutes late, and she was squatting on the floor and when I looked at her she seemed to be crying or something. Maybe she really was. OOPS? In the car, she'd take up sooooo much space that I'd be like squashed to the side. If she wanted to read and there was this time we turned on the light for her, she didn't turn it off when we left. OH HERE'S THE WORSE THING. Everyday we send her, she's never ever thanked my dad. She just kind of rushes me out of the door and slams the door behind. Ugh. ANNNNOOOOOYYYIIINNNGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we're not going to malaca anymore. So we bought the road trip chips for nothing. So I ate a quarter of a huuuuuuuge packet of lays sour cream and onion just now. Boo. :/ Shouldn't have. I can;t wait for adventure camp! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I should seriously start on my NJ entry compo. Poooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my results sucked. I missed my target mark. (x BY A TEEEEEEEENIEEE WEEEEEEEEENIEE BIT.&lt;br /&gt;a;ouenlaueblaiesnc;lreinjflrugn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114734554348922957?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114734554348922957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114734554348922957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114734554348922957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114734554348922957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-going-to-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114674675242791936</id><published>2006-05-04T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:45:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo. :/ I'm feeling reaaaaaaaaaally sad now for some spastic reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114674675242791936?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114674675242791936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114674675242791936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114674675242791936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114674675242791936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/05/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114657908818609003</id><published>2006-05-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:11:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized what a self-absorbed, inconsiderate, irritating freak I can be at times. Argh. I'm so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T MIND ONE FRICKING BIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a brighter note, exams are over. Home econs exam was the funnest exam I have ever taken. I wrote a whole bunch of shit which are possibly correct. Hahahahas. Screwed up chem but bio was rather easy. Hehs. :D But who the hell remembers these stuff after exams anyway. Haha. BUT THEN AGAIN, if I plan to be something science-y. Then I'll have to remember all this shit. I studied really little for this exam conpared to other exams. So I feel really guilty but oh wells. Spent the whole of yesterday locked up in an airconditioned room attempting to study. (: My class is full of muggertoads. UHEYIBCKSAYBECLAYSR. Prolly gonna get last in class or soemthing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stuff to do this week. Rent shitloads of dvd and sleepover. Go town. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes. OLSON GOT SECOND FOR CHEER! :D yay. It was really obvious Jackson would get first. So. SECOND'S GOOOOOOOOOD. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to swim more. Haven't swam in a week. And now my stroke's all weird. And I feel really heavy in the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114657908818609003?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114657908818609003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114657908818609003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114657908818609003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114657908818609003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-realized-what-self-absorbed.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114510609838372093</id><published>2006-04-15T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T06:01:38.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOHOOOO. I'm really high. Teehees. Haven't studied since like, WEDNESDAY?! Whoa. I'm feeling a guilt trip coming on. (x Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim meet was awesome. :D Kinda sorta. Hahahas. Didn't get trashed by the sec 1's. But we did lose to Lee by a fricking split second. That sucked soooooo bad. Hahah then after that Kelly, Amanda and I went to Sakae at the Entertainment Centre to have lunch. Hahas cause we were in a hurry we acted really meanly and pissed off-ish and agitated. :) Hehs. Then the guy actually fell for Kelly's banging on the table thingy. Hahaha. We took a cab for cheer where very little people came again. But our stunts are not that bad anymore I guess. :D Yay/ Hahas. Oh hahahah. And when we were trying to do the stupid pop thing kelly and I banged. Whoa. Kelly's lips became VOLUPTIOUS-ERR and it kind of bled. (x SORRY KELLY!  After that like I was aching sh/t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.30. Hahahas and went for breakfast with Daddy. I just spent the entire day lazing around and watching tv and eating. Oh I went jogging in the rain with Dad too behind the canal. :D Pitter-patter-pitter-patter. Swish-swosh-swish-swosh. Did like a very short distance of 1.8 but it was actually easier than running rounds. &lt;a href="mailto:YewubalisyrbcaasdfjhcIGEwil@!$#@!&amp;ch"&gt;YewubalisyrbcaasdfjhcIGEwil@!$#@!&amp;amp;ch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate rounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Amanduhh and kap. Haha and had a sausage mcmuffin meal! :D haha. Then went for cheer prac where we uh. Waited for people to come. Hahahahs. We were just lazing around before keira came. Haha then we were like plannign to go down for a drink when she came up then we like rushed up and pretended to be sooo tired cause we'd been practicing for ages. :D Haha. Yeah. And then we practiced. I went to church after that and helped cooked for a while and came home to watch tv! :D yay. I'm a saturday tv-addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just remembered. Cause every year there's this chinese ghost festival for the Buddhists, then I have to go cause of my relatives. So they burn like &lt;strong&gt;gimongous&lt;/strong&gt; amounts of paper and there's so much smoke and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO THAT'S WHY THERE'S GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114510609838372093?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114510609838372093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114510609838372093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114510609838372093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114510609838372093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114492472508728872</id><published>2006-04-13T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:38:45.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatev. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Pffooooo. Swimming Championships and practice today.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are shaking from all the exhaustion. (x&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;kinda sorta&lt;/em&gt; fun though. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114492472508728872?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114492472508728872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114492472508728872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114492472508728872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114492472508728872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/04/whatev.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114484333692699551</id><published>2006-04-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:02:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a feeling she's talking about me in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. (x&lt;br /&gt;Swimming championships tomorrow. Haha Uncle Michael says this one's not that important so I guess it's not that bad. :D Going to get thrashed by the Sec 1's. How humiliating. Hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114484333692699551?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114484333692699551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114484333692699551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114484333692699551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114484333692699551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-feeling-shes-talking-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114432480745670117</id><published>2006-04-06T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T05:00:07.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HEY DOUBLET. I DON'T KNOW IF WE'RE STILL DOUBLETS. :D BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOUUU. EW THAT CAME OUT WRONGLY BUT WHATEVER. haha. OH YEAH AND I KNOW THINGS HAVE BEEN KIND OF ROCKY, KIND OF. AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT I THINK. BUT WE JUST DON'T SHOW IT THAT MUCH. NOT REALLY HUH? BUT YEAH. HEHS. I'M REALLLY REALLLY REALLLYY SORRY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THIS IS A REALLY WEIRD CONFESSION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, CHEER PRAC IS STARTING TO GET ENJOYABLE. :D IT'S A'IIGHT NOW. (: hehe. Yeah right. :D Teehees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I NEED TO LOOSEN UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND GO OUT. TOWN SHOPPING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAVEN'T DONE THAT IN LIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A GAZILLION YEARS. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND SHAPE UP FOR PFT AND SWIMMING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah, my swimming sucks shit now. boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114432480745670117?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114432480745670117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114432480745670117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114432480745670117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114432480745670117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-doublet.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114406830237108371</id><published>2006-04-03T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T05:45:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on crack.</title><content type='html'>Dawn says I'm going to crack soon. With all the activities and stuff that I have. I think I've cracked already. (X Just for today. Argh. This is gross. Like the blog is turning into this I'm-so-emo-and-life-sucks-can. So-please-give-me-some-attention kind of blog.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not insulting those with emo blogs. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T STAND THE WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Your main aim in life is to beat me. That's just sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're so &lt;em&gt;fricking &lt;/em&gt;self-centred and think the world revolves around you. Fyi, it doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You have no respect for whoever's like giving you a favour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You hang around people like a leech, so they're popularity would rub off you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ever since you got &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; you wanted to, you'd just brush people off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You copy every single one of other's ideas and pass them off as your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I admit, I do that to. But I give credit to the people whom I've just ripped off from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, after all this negative-ness, I still love you, you, you, you, you, and you. :D This is just me venting my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114406830237108371?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114406830237108371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114406830237108371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114406830237108371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114406830237108371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-crack.html' title='on crack.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114354992563156253</id><published>2006-03-28T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T04:46:44.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m really pissed off today, now. Studies, swimming, _____. Whatever. I don’t care anymore. Nobody cares, why should I bother. I don’t like you one bit, not at all. I’ve been complaining endlessly recently, so sorry to whoever I’ve been acting like a righ’ bitch to. (x especially _______ at times. (you know who you are) &lt;3 I'M REALLY SORRY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE Y’ALL! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114354992563156253?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114354992563156253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114354992563156253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114354992563156253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114354992563156253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-really-pissed-off-today-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114213037573622678</id><published>2006-03-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:26:15.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAMILY NIGHT '06 -RETROSTYLE WAS AWESOME! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114213037573622678?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114213037573622678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114213037573622678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114213037573622678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114213037573622678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-night-06-retrostyle-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114032119587942222</id><published>2006-02-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:53:15.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been the laziest weekend ever.&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of this year.&lt;br /&gt;It feels gooooooooooooooooooooooooood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But school starts tomorrow again. Psh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114032119587942222?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114032119587942222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114032119587942222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114032119587942222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114032119587942222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-has-been-laziest-weekend-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-114017923074505152</id><published>2006-02-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T04:27:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;*&amp;amp;$HDCG$)DWIUGAPOpojik6(*&amp;#*^%$q#ijhkchbvi*WUDG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR. I'M SO FRICKING PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NEVER SEEM TO GET TO CUT MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID HAIR'S GETTING SO FRICKING LONG.&lt;br /&gt;WANTED TO CUT IT FOR LIKE &lt;strong&gt;WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOOOO. I CAN'T CUT MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSES EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH IT'S TOO LATE THE HAIRDRESSER WON'T CUT PROPERLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH IT'S TOO EARLY THEY'RE NOT FULLY AWAKE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH WE HAVE NO TIME TODAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YOU BETTER DO YOUR WORK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THIS OH THAT. &lt;s&gt; WTF &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW, I JUST WANT TO &lt;a href="mailto:$@#^ING"&gt;$@#^ING&lt;/a&gt; CHOP IT OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-114017923074505152?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/114017923074505152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=114017923074505152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114017923074505152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/114017923074505152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/02/hdcgdwiugapopojik6qijhkchbviwudg-grr.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113966844309775197</id><published>2006-02-11T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T06:34:04.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOP.DEE.DOO! :D</title><content type='html'>Haha today was real fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to church though. (x POO.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school instead to help with valentines' decorations.&lt;br /&gt;The class looks GREAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha thanks to, Hannah, Yintian, Joycelyn, Sam, Xingting, Evan, Jiap, Amanda and Deanna!&lt;br /&gt;So fricking funny.&lt;br /&gt;We have this funky fence thingy with pebbles and candles outside class.&lt;br /&gt;Our GIMONGOUS signboard hasn't been put up yet but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;We have coloured fans, uhm. 2m people on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;And more stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah reached home only at like 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny moments today- (Kind of)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was doing the coloured fan thing, I had to keep going up the table and then the chair.&lt;br /&gt;So I went down. Then when I went up I was like 'Up I go!" Hannah was like 'Why're you talking funny?" Then she said something else in that funny Master Yoga manner. So fricking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then everytime they wanted to turn on the fans we'd have to like squat down on the chair on the table and stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were roses at first but it got kind of boring. Then we did the mommy and daddy thingy. Haha it looked kind of screwed at first but after a lot of erasing and colouring with black and laughing it turned out pretty darn nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha while tian was trying to hang the gimongous signboard we got bored so we attached her shoe to this loooooooooooong piece of ribbon and dangled it down to the second level.:D hahaha. Then I tried throwing it and the stupid thing snapped. Psh. I had to go allllllll the way down to the first level. Bah. (x hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I went down to get the fricking pebbles. They are so fricking heavy. HAhaha then we couldn't carry them properly cause we kept laughing. Sam makes funny noises when she does stuff. Hahaha. (X Then we decided to use plastic bags instead of the boxes which were falling apart. Haha I carried it ALL THE WAY up to the fourth level and on the last flight of stairs the stupid thing snapped. HAHAHAHA. Pebbles went a-flying. Crash bang boom. Then we just ran away. (X hehes nothing broke though. Tian and Xingting went to clean them up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we needed thing twine thingy to hang our roses. So we dyed the thick ball of string thingy green. Joycelyn and I went to the third story toilet which Hannah kept insisting was haunted cause it made flushing noises and the door suddenly closed. Haha we needed to dry the thing so we put the sanitary bin on the dustbin. 2 rolls of tissue paper on the bin. And a bottle of soap. Hahaha. It didn't work though. Stupid dryer's motion activated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anymore. So so so so tired. Oh we went kap for a while after that. Sam kept bugging the macdonalds people that the machine was spoilt but it's actually slow. (x haha.&lt;br /&gt;So bored now. Mummy's side family gatherings are really loud and aunty-ish. At least they're comical. :D But I missed the gathering at Uncle John's house. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen Ant in 2 weeks and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tests next week. BUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to mug tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've got haagen daaz cookies and cream&amp;chocolate, chips and much more to accompany me(;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get to cut my hair tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting loooooooooooong. So gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113966844309775197?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113966844309775197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113966844309775197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113966844309775197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113966844309775197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoopdeedoo-d_11.html' title='WHOOP.DEE.DOO! :D'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113966687560334065</id><published>2006-02-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T06:07:55.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOP.DEE.DOO! :d</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113966687560334065?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113966687560334065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113966687560334065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113966687560334065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113966687560334065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoopdeedoo-d.html' title='WHOOP.DEE.DOO! :d'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113957488496663953</id><published>2006-02-10T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:34:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckysucksuck (X HAHA.</title><content type='html'>OMGSHHHHH. I'm so so so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;So very screwed. Yesyesyes very very screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up chem&amp;geog test.&lt;br /&gt;I got like 21/30 for chem.&lt;br /&gt;POOSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;CHEER SUCKS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to join! PSH.&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no time already.&lt;br /&gt;I can only go for training 2 times next week. (x&lt;br /&gt;BOO; got stupid cip and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and there's no one to pace during training anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like deproving. And deproving.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Cecelia was glad to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's 3 tests next week. YEEEEEEEEEUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English thing today was cool :D&lt;br /&gt;We did shopaholic&amp;sister. Teehees. (:&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what my newest addiction is&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry&amp;oats&amp;amp;almond cereal.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I opened the box on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;It's practically gone already.&lt;br /&gt;IT went from crispy seaweed to kiwi to this. :D&lt;br /&gt;So yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I don't mean to bitch or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;some people &lt;/em&gt;are seriously starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't even talk to them or something.&lt;br /&gt;But their presence and whatever or what I actually heard of them really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how some people's self-esteem are really high.&lt;br /&gt;Like some of those american idol contestants.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! They're really boastful and stuff but yeah. (x Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, go look in the mirror and reflect on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fricking shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup and I found a really really good friend in MARGE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;She's so fricking funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;At the gathering at her house, we swam and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 guys who were like gawking at all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Prob cause we were making so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Then there was also this girl who kept staring at us and said really loudly&lt;br /&gt;'you ben ren zai dang wo'&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. Haha then we made this cheer which was made for her. :D&lt;br /&gt;Marge kept exagerating it. hahas. Like she'll say&lt;br /&gt;"Whereever AYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE GOOOOOOOOO" Really loudly and it was under the bridge so there was a really loud echo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the guys.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who was like smiling at us freakishly like grinning and shaking his head while we attempted to do pull ups in the pool. haha! (x&lt;br /&gt;We tried doing some syncro thing too. Didn't work out. :D&lt;br /&gt;There was also this freaky angmoh guy who like took photos of us behind his book. EEYUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. SO FREAKY!&lt;br /&gt;Haha and there was karate or wahtever class outside the pool so we were following them. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Christine when she leaves. (x pooh.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;GONNA SEE ANTHUMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see her for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBEEEE. Just maybe, I'll get lucky and see someone else. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need kiwi. KIWIKIWIKIWI-&lt;br /&gt;Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Tralala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113957488496663953?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113957488496663953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113957488496663953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113957488496663953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113957488496663953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/02/suckysucksuck-x-haha.html' title='suckysucksuck (X HAHA.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113784550737891832</id><published>2006-01-21T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T04:47:37.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT HAPPENS&lt;/em&gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fricking computer just died on me.&lt;br /&gt;And my entire looooooong post went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;The entire week was pretty much shite.&lt;br /&gt;Like I failed my first test ever.&lt;br /&gt;I guess recounting it won't help. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fricking nervous for timetrial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a time trial but still.&lt;br /&gt;There's 50 free and if i don't make time uncle michael will just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Psh.&lt;br /&gt;29 29 29 29 29 29 29.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I chant the number a gazillion times I'll get that timing.&lt;br /&gt;OR BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;That's a nice thought. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the social night thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I prolly regret it now but OH WELLS. (x&lt;br /&gt;Boo's to me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Esp that Crystal Parizclsakduyhglasudhvjejehgpasuhv&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's her surname girl. (x oops no offence. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I watched her audition again and laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm like sitting next to Yintian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOLLY&lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOLLY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLY&lt;br /&gt;JOLLY&lt;br /&gt;MOLLY&lt;br /&gt;GOLLY&lt;br /&gt;BOLLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. hehs. so funny. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched Ice princess just now.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO FRICKING NICE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah esp the part during the skating competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Clara taught me this sick version of yankee doodle.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas but it's funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out. Boos.&lt;br /&gt;Studying sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Esp fricking math olympiad.&lt;br /&gt;It's like geek-nation. POOOOOOOOOOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And christine's migrating.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113784550737891832?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113784550737891832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113784550737891832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113784550737891832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113784550737891832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113765284692598516</id><published>2006-01-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:40:46.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISSOFFPISSOFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just grit my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;And grin and bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113765284692598516?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113765284692598516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113765284692598516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113765284692598516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113765284692598516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/pissoffpissoff.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113731194824208294</id><published>2006-01-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:12:07.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>church apppreciation dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5580/672/1600/Church%20Appreciation%20Dinner%2005-06%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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Must pray and pray.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Oh Kelly's my phone buddy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha and Yintian's my husband. She's a she-man.&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE WIFE OKAY! :D I think, hehs. (x&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to even talk about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cheerleadingtryouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am neverever going to do something that stupid everever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLYTANN! Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay church appreciation dinner's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have to wear a skirt though. POOOOOOOH;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113715271063137655?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113715271063137655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113715271063137655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113715271063137655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113715271063137655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/training-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113672988505460505</id><published>2006-01-08T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:18:05.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SNEAKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SPORTS SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SLIPPERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;TOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU MUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113672988505460505?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113672988505460505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113672988505460505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113672988505460505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113672988505460505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/sneakers-sports-shoes-slippers-tanks.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113646380620225605</id><published>2006-01-05T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T04:23:26.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>This is like the third day of school already. It's been a'iight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2M'06 ROCKS SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha our teachers are like sooperdooper weird. Haha like the geog teacher and all. But I think they're good so oh well. We got the fierce teacher as form teacher but oh wells. She teaches math. ICK&gt; oh well. Anyone who isn't mrs chen is an improvement. :D Haha school today was so fun. We had pe where we played jacob's ladder&amp;dog and bone. Hahaha with 2D. (: Oh we played captain's ball too. Haha. The chinese teacher thinks I'm weird. HHaha, I think. She always gives me this funny amused look. Whatever then. I shall return her weird looks. Pffhht she thought I hated chinese cause I gave her that impression during the china trip that I was like super naughty. I do but whatever. (x haha cause handed up this super long and detailed thing. Oh wells. Spent the entire english and bio period slacking. Yay (: Haha then after school we went to kap for lunch and spent like half the afternoon at popular deciding on our theme. Hahas. It was uh. Joycelyn, Sam, Jiaping, Yintian, Ploogs and I. Hahahahaha so funny. We met Victoria&amp;amp; Suyi, Kelly&amp; Seeyue there too. AHaha. Ploog's dad gave me a lift home. Yeah. Haha. I think I ate too many kiwi's. Cause my tongue's kind of stiff and numb. Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan's 'Edge of Seventeen' is funny. Haha most of the songs are nice but that song in paticular is funny. It's like 'OOH, baby, OOH, say OOH'  or something like that. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you'll forever&amp;ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113646380620225605?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113646380620225605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113646380620225605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113646380620225605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113646380620225605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113618749501907377</id><published>2006-01-01T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:38:18.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK RAZOR BAYBEHH!</title><content type='html'>I GOT THE PINK RAZOR BAYBEHH! YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Almost didn't get it though. Mommy kept insisting on my getting the Panasonic X200 or the Rocker thingy. Which came with some 256MB card and bluetooth and has MUCH better features but wth. I feel bad (x wasting money. OH well. Dad says it's indirectly a present for my mediocre results last year. POOOOH. Hahaha. Jie was more obsessed with the phone than me. Pfhht. :D :D :D But it comes with this hideous silvery pink cover. Haha. I'm hungry. Hehs. Have been eating like every hour or so. Haha. Yesterday going to Tiong Bahru Plaza was funny. Haha we went to park the var at the multi story carpark. Since the bottom was full so we parked right at the top where it's like open air. Haha so at sides of the driveways were like pigeons lined up. We got this retarded ideas to honk at them, (x haha. Then they all flew away simultaeously. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have to mug &amp; mug &amp;amp; mug this year. Or else my phone might just get confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MUG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MUG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall have goals for this year. I hope I can fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;50 free- 28 secs.&lt;br /&gt;50 back- 34 secs.&lt;br /&gt;50 fly- 32/31 secs.&lt;br /&gt;50 breast- uh. no comment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than 1 B3 and rest is A2.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh this'll be embarrassing if I don't manage to fulfil them. OH wells.&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT MAN ROCKS. WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;The cakes make me drool.&lt;br /&gt;GIRL ON THE MOOOOOOOOVEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;BOOhoo&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113618749501907377?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113618749501907377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113618749501907377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113618749501907377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113618749501907377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2006/01/pink-razor-baybehh.html' title='PINK RAZOR BAYBEHH!'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113583966095331784</id><published>2005-12-28T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:20:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE VERONICAS.&lt;br /&gt;THE VERONICAS.&lt;br /&gt;THE VERONICAS. &lt;br /&gt;Are      WAY.&lt;br /&gt;TOO.&lt;br /&gt;COOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. OKAY NEVERMIND. I FINISHED MY SCHOOL HOMEWORK! ALMOST. HEHS. (X KIND OF CHEATED BUT OH WELL. JUST LEFT TO RE COPY THE 2 FREAKING ZHOU JI'S. THEY'RE KIND OF LONGGGGGGG WINDED BUT OH WELL. TRANSLATORS ARE USELESS SO DON'T TRY USING THEM. HAVE TO PACK MY ROOM. POOOOOOH. IT'LL TAKE A GAZILLION YEARS TO PACK ALL MY STUFF UP. HAHAHA. I SAW A VIDEO OF ME SWIMMING IN P4 AND SOME OF MY OLD PHOTOS ON THE OLD COM. HEES. THERE'S CAROLLING AND SWIMMING AND ALL. HEHS. I SHALL UPLOAD THEM SOMEWHERE. (: SO COOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE GONNA BE OVER SOON. BOO. I DON'T WANNA GO SCHOOL. HAHAHA. MUMMY'S AND AUNTY MARY'S ATTEMPT AT CHICKEN RICE WAS A HUGE FLOP. TASTED WEEEEEEEEEIRD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL IS HAWWWWWWWWWWT. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TRALLAA I'M HIGH. I'M THE ONLY ONE AT HOME NOW. (: YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON 1 WINNER.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON 2 -SHANDY&amp;MERCEDES.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON 4 -KAHLEN!BRITTANY&amp;NAIMA.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON 5 -JAYLA!&amp;NIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayla;SPUNKY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113583966095331784?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113583966095331784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113583966095331784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113583966095331784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113583966095331784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/veronicas.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113558209659565301</id><published>2005-12-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:28:16.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[;[;</title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CATCH YOUR WAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MANY MORE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;\\\Hahah&lt;/a&gt;. Cheesecake making ROCKS. And we have like EM1,EM2,EM3 and EM100 quality cakes. They're delicious. Hehs. Carolling was fun too. By the time we got home it was already 2 plus. Hehs. I've got a new addiction. JAP HOT &amp;amp; SPICY CRISPY SEAWEED. Try it! You'll get hooked. :D yumyum. Christmas was. Okay. Wouldn't call spending the entire day in a single house with my cousins very fun. But still. (: Fun's fun. Cousins are over at our house now. Pffhht. Watched Harry Potter today. SO NICE I WANNA WATCH AGAIN. But they cut out so many freaking parts. OH well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113558209659565301?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113558209659565301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113558209659565301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113558209659565301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113558209659565301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='[;[;'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113513107531522271</id><published>2005-12-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:13:25.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gwen stefani has a baby!</title><content type='html'>GWEN STEFANI IS PREGNANT! Hahahaha. Went to Joyce's house to celebrate her birthday. Kind of. Haha. Then for training. EEYUCK. Training sucked. Bigtime. Hahah uncle michael keeps making me swim with the freaking kiddy's. As in. I don't mind swimming with Marj and Yishan but he makes me swim with them so freaking ________ can pace me. Pissing off. Hehs then I'd purposely not swim fast. But wth. (x went to Suntec's Siam kitchen. WE PASSED BY AUNTIE ANNE'S 5 FRIGGING TIMES. Pffhht. Testing my resistance. I wanna eat Carls Jr. Shall add it to my list of food. Hahaha. We went for waffles and ice cream afterward. Tralala. My legs are aching now. Oh well. Today's the last training till next Friday morn! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHIYONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113513107531522271?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113513107531522271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113513107531522271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113513107531522271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113513107531522271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/gwen-stefani-has-baby.html' title='gwen stefani has a baby!'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113482940416872365</id><published>2005-12-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:23:24.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>album wishlist.</title><content type='html'>Just went to Popular with daddy while the rest were at church having social night. Bought Corinne May's Fly Away &lt;-- I can't remember how to spell her name but whatever. And Carrie Underwood's Some Hearts. I wanted like 10+ more. (x Hehs. Oh well. I shall save up and buy them all some day. I know I should just download the songs. But my dad doesn't approve of downloading so what the hell. Would anyone care to send me the songs? (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;(Random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CD's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Pussycat Dolls- Don't cha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Blink 182- Greatest hits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. Relient K- MMHMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Marion Raven- Here I Am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Lindsay Lohan- A Little More Personal (RAW).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Hilary Duff- Most Wanted /Collector's Signature Edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Alicia Keys- Unplugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Simple Plan- MTV Hard Rock Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. Ashlee Simpson- I Am Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. The Veronicas- The Secret Life of The Veronicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;11. The Click 5- Greetings From Imrie House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;12.  Gwen Stefanie- L.A.M.B Special Edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;13. My Chemical Romance- Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113482940416872365?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113482940416872365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113482940416872365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113482940416872365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113482940416872365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-wishlist.html' title='album wishlist.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113473622936341997</id><published>2005-12-16T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:41:03.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralalala.</title><content type='html'>This sucks. Bah. I'm supposed to go for the Bangkok trip but then again. Psh. Christel has no room mate and there's no one else whom she know's who's going. I want to go! Bangkok shopping is GREAT. But I doubt my sister and I are even remotely prepared to compete. And mommy says if we don't get 4th place and above we shouldn't go. Yeah. But if I don't go I'll miss Christmas in church. Danggg. AHH! This is such a dilema. And I've got to start training properly for NAG in. Whenever. I'm so freaking off form. I shall rest up for the weekend. And I'll be fully charged up for Monday! I hope. (: I shall resolve to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESOLUTIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I resolve to resolve my resolutions. &lt;-- does that make sense? 2. I resolve not to slack during training. 3. I resolve to study hard. Bah. This is boring. You know the rest. HAHA. There was Mango sale yesterday! At Raffles. Omg there were so many freaking people. The whole shop was so packed. Like there were women all over snatching up whatever they saw. And what they didn't like they just dumped it whereever. Buttons from jeans fell off. Price tags were ripped off. Poor shop assistants. There were like security guards outside. Hahahaha. Then I heard this guy who's probably following his girlfriend saying 'This is disgusting'. Hahaha. We got a top and few skirts and pants. Wanted to get stuff from Royal Sporting House and Arena but mommy refused. Psh. I shall go there again when I've got the cash. Got stuff from op too but oh well. I think mommy was in the buying mood or something so we got haagen daaz. (:(: Yumyum. Raspberry sorbet, Strawberry icecream, and Chocolate chocolate chip. OOHLALA. Hahahaha. BANGKOK TRIP HOWWW! AHHH! Ohohoh! And I found a section of books in the JE library in level 2 which has SO MANY NICE BOOKS THAT I'VE BEEN ASKING MOM TO BUY. Psh. And I've been going to the 4th level. Stupid thing. The books there were getting boring. TRALALA. Hahaha. Spent the whole day in the swimming pool. (: Hahaha after training we had lunch at the choosefood rice place. Haven't eaten there since. Forever. Hahahah. Honey loves her beansprouts. And coke. Psh she's just addicted to caffeine. I READ THE CHINESE BOOK! I finished all 20 pages. (: Almost 20 pages. We played the retarded soccer thing. Hehs. Haven't played that in ages. Since Christine and Sharon haven't been coming. Boo. Training sucks too. Can't keep up with&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; hongming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVISE ME ON BANGKOK PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I read that an average American teen talks like this. They end their sentences like a question. And they usually say 'like, kind of' and 'you know?' Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is tomorrow! I CAN GET TO SEE ANTHUMHUMMMMMMMMMMMM. &lt;33333 color="#009900" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINA TRIP ROCKED SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Christmas colours. I'm feeling festively high. Probably had too many Famous Amos's, Sour power, gummy bears and bubble tea's for today. Haha. Oh snap. I'm getting fat. Psh duh. Hahaha eating 5-6 meals a day has probably taken effect. Must eat healthy food. And reduce fat content of 20%. TRALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;must get into picture perfect body shape if I want to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a long post. Off to watch Rainbow connection. The show sucks but I like watching them dance. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113473622936341997?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113473622936341997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113473622936341997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113473622936341997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113473622936341997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/tralalala.html' title='tralalala.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113412835374320804</id><published>2005-12-09T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T03:39:13.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl next door- saving jane. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GIRL NEXT DOOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;She’s a star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way to deny she’s lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin, perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside she’s ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She’s Miss America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I’m just the girl next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutante&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never too harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit, she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;She’s Miss America&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Marti Dodson&lt;br /&gt;Music by Marti Dodson, Pat Buzzard, Kris Misevski,&lt;br /&gt;Dak Goodman, Jeremy Martin&lt;br /&gt;© 2004 Tosha Music (ASCAP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this song. Tralala. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113412835374320804?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113412835374320804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113412835374320804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113412835374320804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113412835374320804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/12/girl-next-door-saving-jane-3.html' title='girl next door- saving jane. &lt;3'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113209839608493935</id><published>2005-11-15T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:46:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralala.</title><content type='html'>There's a 6b reunion later, kind of. Whoopie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113209839608493935?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113209839608493935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113209839608493935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113209839608493935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113209839608493935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/11/tralala.html' title='tralala.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113064368574617118</id><published>2005-10-29T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:42:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm very bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Gwen Stefani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/gwen-stefani.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trendsetting, unique, and stylish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Part Diva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadivaquiz/part-diva.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Downtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/downtown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How you're unique: You're girly without being high maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You're the perfect blend of stylish, preppy, and cute&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "I am secure enough not to follow every trend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffe4e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Tomboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff1ef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/tomboy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets.Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! These tests are nuts. I took the first time and got girly and laidback.&lt;br /&gt;Now I got tomboy. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee5de" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Wedge Sandals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff5ee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsandalareyouquiz/wedge-sandals.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bohemian and sexyYou're a free spirit - both in life and in fashionYou have a style all your own, and it turns heads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Sandal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mystery-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffdab9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 60% Good and 40% BadSure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Ashlee Simpson!&lt;/h2&gt;Stylish, unique, talentedYou're your own woman!"It seems like I can finally rest my head on something realI like the way that feels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/rockchickquiz.html"&gt;Who's Your Inner Rock Chick? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Find&lt;/a&gt; the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/ashlee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msndollies.com/?id=d&amp;amp;id_av=37540"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113064368574617118?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113064368574617118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113064368574617118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113064368574617118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113064368574617118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-very-bored.html' title='i&apos;m very bored.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113040704844583312</id><published>2005-10-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:01:54.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE. (: Haha. Today was a fun day. Lindsay Lohan's new song 'Confessions of a Broken Hearted' sounds rather nice. Oh wells. We had chinese enrichment today again. It was BORING. Oh there was this comic guy and he drew funny anime comic stuff. They had like games after that organized by the cldds students and almost nobody was listening. :X Oops. Haha. After recess we had this funky health talk. There was this skit then Mr Ng showed us a health powerpoint. WE HAD MARIGOLD DRINKING CONTEST AFTER THAT! Psh. It wasn't even Marigold. It was BOOBEE brand. What kind of name is that. Sounds boobylicious. 15 people in our class drank a total of 100. And the winner was like 112. So annoying we drank all that disgusting substance for nothing. I bet it's just like water with sugar and colouring. Euurgh. Tasted gross. Someone said there was mould inside. And it's supposed to be sterelized. Hahahaha. A number of people puked. It was so freaking funny. Like Hannah and I went to the nearest toilet to the canteen. The smell itself could have caused you to vomit. Hahah. Then there were people queueing up for the toilet. Then someone asked something. Then the person was like 'Wait I'm vomiting!' Hahah. Then Hannah and I laughed so much. I wasn't planning on vomiting but the stupid thing was vomiticious. &lt;s&gt;I was talking to Hannah while she was force-vomitting herself. Haha she was talking while her finger was stuck in her throat.&lt;/s&gt; EUUCHHHH. Hahah but it was damn funny. Then I went to the big cubicle to force-vomit too. &lt;s&gt;Haha it isn't like lumpy and thick like normal vomit.&lt;/s&gt; Haha. I shall cancel out the stuff so it's not so. Visual? It's just like vomiting out the same substance.&lt;s&gt; It's all pink and transparent. And sour and bitter.&lt;/s&gt; ICK. Vomitted twice. Hahahah. When you stick your finger down your throat it's supposed to spoil your stomach or something. Then the gluey substance is actually the substance formed by the hydrochloric acid in our stomach. It's actually the layer that surrounds the tummy wall so that the hydrochloric acid does not corrode our stomach. (: Hahaha. OH we got our report cards today. Then we went to the third story toilet with Kelly Yintian and Becky where they vomitted too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After school, we went to Kelly's house! Haha we ate yummy chicken rice. Oh everyone peed a lot cause of the stupid drink. Hahaha. We went to Seeyue's house after eating. Haha she still can't figure out how we went into her house. Doesn't believe that we climbed in like SPIDERMAN! (: Hahaha and nearly got caught by the stupid security guard. We took funny jumping photos. After so many tries then did we get a nice shot. Pffhht. Hahaha. And others. We went back to Kelly's house and uh. Kelly's mom sent Becky and Pearly and I out to the Caltex bustop where Pearly's dad sent me home (: Yay. I thought Pearly's dad was a cop. HAHAH cause he has this police car decal thingy. Or whatever you call it. OH WELLS. There's lost today and there's KIM POSSIBLE NOW! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113040704844583312?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113040704844583312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113040704844583312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113040704844583312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113040704844583312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113042412911592881</id><published>2005-10-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:42:09.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.</title><content type='html'>hahahfaegaeigfr,gnvifhwandaasdfgwaregleeadtfregasdisasdgsdtjhthfreakingdsrghsdrhfqASFbiatchadfgalueghqw;ke,f&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113042412911592881?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113042412911592881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113042412911592881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113042412911592881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113042412911592881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/grr_27.html' title='grr.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-113033111625658398</id><published>2005-10-26T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:51:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have sudden weird obsessions with antm and those iconblinkies. Thingys. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoot. These things can't be copied and pasted over. Psh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells. We're going to get our report books back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training sucks. I want Christine to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I HATE ANDY. I HATE ANDY. I HATE ANDY. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid guy. He thinks he's so great and all. Hahaha. He wish. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He dyed his hair. Plucks his eyebrows. And my sister thinks he has a fake tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it looks so muddy. And ugly. Hehs. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We watched Remember The Titans in school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. I thought it was going to be some boring history show.&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly not. It's a disney movie. (: Which is really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becky cried again. Hehs. (x Oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems too dramatic to be a life story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha then we had &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super duper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; boring PW presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Practically everyone was sleeping. Haha. Hannah still has those funky shoelaces I tied for her yesterday. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she kept doing that hand movement thingy in front of Kelly. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see if. uh. We can see even with our eyes closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow you can just feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Like when you close your eyes it's black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the hand movement makes it. Blacker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHIT I STILL OWE THE LIBRARY BOOKS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE FINES UP TO LIKE 10 BUCKAROOS ALREADY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freak. I have &lt;strong&gt;got &lt;/strong&gt;to go looking for that book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH WELLS. Going to Kelly's tomorrow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msndollies.com/?id=d&amp;id_av=42378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://msndollies.com/?id=d&amp;amp;id_av=42378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-113033111625658398?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/113033111625658398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=113033111625658398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113033111625658398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/113033111625658398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/obsessions.html' title='obsessions--'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112995407039892045</id><published>2005-10-21T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:07:50.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heehoo. weirded out.</title><content type='html'>i'm seriously weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously weirded out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;people whom i know/knew&lt;br /&gt;know people who i know/knew.&lt;br /&gt;and others. it's kind of freaky.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112995407039892045?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112995407039892045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112995407039892045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112995407039892045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112995407039892045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/heehoo-weirded-out.html' title='heehoo. weirded out.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112972468948710095</id><published>2005-10-19T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T05:24:49.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.</title><content type='html'>HELLO. HEY. WHOO. HAH. whatever, haha. i lost my phone on the bus today and got it back. haha. christine treated me for losing my phone. my sister treated me for getting my phone back. haha, kind of. (: thank you. i got back most of my results. they aren't exactly satisfying. doubt i can get a less than 2 msg. psh. i think i've only got an a1 and the rest is a2. it's ANNOYING. we had to do this stupid surveys and a swimming theory test. what shit. i can't wait for holidays to arrive. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dragging me; drowning me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; training sucked. SUCKED. sucked. anyways. there's gonna be a vulgar post ahead. but i don't think there's a need to say it since it's gonna be blanked out. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO. I'M SORRY BUT YOU SUCK SUCK SUCK. SO WHAT IF YOUR MOM'S OH-SO-GREAT. SHE'S NOT. YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT YOU'RE THE BEST. WELL NEWSFLASH- THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU. YOU CAN'T GET EVERYTHING YOU WANT. SO WHAT IF YOU'RE UNCLE MICHAEL'S PET NOW? I DON'T GIVE A &lt;s&gt;FCUKINGDAMN.&lt;/s&gt; YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT. TO I DON'T KN OW WHAT. BUT BECAUSE OF YOU. I DID NOT GET TO SWIM WITH HM AND CO. LIKE HELLO HOW OFTEN IS IT THAT THEY BOTH COME? I CAN ACTUALLY FINALLY TRAIN AND SPRINT PROPERLY WITH THEM. BUT NOOOOO I HAVE TO SWIM WITH YOU PACE WITH YOU LIKE WTH. SO NOW MY TIMING SUCKS. I'M SORRY SHEESH I'M NOT SWIMMING FAST WITH YOU. IF YOU EVER GET TO BE THE SAME TIMING AS ME. I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF. &lt;s&gt;FCUKINGBIATCH&lt;/s&gt; SO DANG ANNOYING. AND YOU PEOPLE. STOP COPYING US STOP FOLLOWING US. WE WANT AND NEED PRIVACY. STOP FOLLOWING OUR EVERY MOVE LIKE A CRAZED STALKER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU NEXT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND EVERYBODY ELSE. STOP GETTING ON MY NERVES. WHEN I SAY I HAVEN'T STUDIED MEANS I HAVEN'T STUDIED. I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE SUCH A SMARTASS AND KIASU FREAK THAT YOU MUST GET TOP FOR EVERYTHING OF THAT IF YOUR EXPECTATIONS ARE MUCH HIGHER THAN MINE. DON'T GO AROUND SPROUTING RUBBISH ABOUT ME AND DISGRACING YOURSELF AT THE SAME TIME. SHEESH I'M SO BLOODY SICK OF YOU./ WHAT'S WITH YOUR YEAH RIGHTS. CAN'T YOU ACTUALLY TRUST YOUR FRIEND? SO. YOUR STANDARDS ARE HIGH. SO WHAT IF MINE ARE LOWER? STOP GOING AROUND TELLING EVERYBODY THAT YOUR RESULTS SUCK WHEN YOU ACTUALLY KNOW THAT YOU GOT REALLY HIGH. YOU'RE INFURIATING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU PEOPLE. SNOBS. WHATEVER. I'M NOT JEALOUS THAT YOU'RE RICH OR SOMETHING. I'M JUST ENVIOUS. BUT I KNOW I'M MUCH MORE FORTUNATE THAN MAN Y OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. SO STOP FLAUNTING AND SHOWING OFF YOUR WEALTH. I KNOW YOU'RE RICH. BUT CAN YOU NOT DISCRIMINATE AGAINST PEOPLE WHO ARE LESS WEALTHY. SO WHAT IF WE DON'T WEAR BRANDS? I DON'T GIVE A FCUKING DAMN. SO STOP ACTING LIKE A SPOILT BRAT. CAUSE IT'S GETTING ON MY NERVES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU NEXT. LIKE HELLO. HOW OLD ARE YOU? YOU'RE SEVENTEEN. AND YOU'RE PLAYING STUPID GAMES LIKE BEST FRIEND. WHY ARE YOU SO FRIGGING CHEENA AND INSECURE? SO WHAT IF I HANG OUT WITH HER. DO YOU HAVE TO GO ASK HER 'OH SO SHE'S YOUR BESTFRIEND NOW?' LIKE YOU'RE SOME CONCERNED PARENT. NOT. YOU SUCK SUCK SUCK. I'M SORRY ABOUT THIS BUT I CAN'T STAND YOU. YOU THINK YOU'RE GREAT WHATEVER. SHEESH. GO ON, DRAG HER WHEREEVER YOU GO. AND WHEN WE ALL WANT TO GO OUT WITHOUT YOU. YOU GO TELL THE ADULTS. AND SAY THAT WE'RE ALWAYS GOING OUT DURING CHURCH TIME. HELLO IT WAS THE FIRST TIME. AND BY THE WAY. YOU MADE YOURSELF LOOK LIKE A BACKSTABBING/BITCH. SCRATCH THAT. A COWARDLY BACKSTABBING BITCH. YOU'LL DO ANYTHING TO GET INTO TEACHER'S AND WHOEVER'S GOOD BOOKS. YOU'LL BETRAY YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEIR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRETS TO THE IMPT PEOPLE. WOWZA. LIKE THAT MAKES YOU THE GREATEST GIRL IN THE WORLD. WAIT IT'S GAL. SE-RIEEE-OUSLY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M SORRY ABOUT YOU. I REALLY PITY YOU. YOU'RE SO INSECURE BRANDS ARE ALL THAT MATTER TO YOU. YOU AINT THAT PERFECT AND YOU DISCRIMINATE PEOPLE WHO ARE BETTER THAN YOU. I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT YOU. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feels good. just to let everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock this world; read my lips and watch them curl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is a movie.&lt;br /&gt; it's all about make-up, lights,&lt;br /&gt;and curtains opening and closing.&lt;br /&gt;when you fall off the stage, you're dead ; forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;no applause.&lt;br /&gt;no music.&lt;br /&gt;just silence that everyone seems to fear.  &lt;-- i got that from a book. COOLNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112972468948710095?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112972468948710095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112972468948710095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112972468948710095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112972468948710095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/grr.html' title='grr.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112911969162840287</id><published>2005-10-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T05:21:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGsh.&lt;br /&gt;EOY's are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;It's so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Like even if you slack now, or me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid conscience.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. WHOOPIE&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay. Time to train.&lt;br /&gt; Time to start my HEALTHY DIET with Christine!&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get ABS like JESSICA ALBA BABEHH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on top of the world, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i never wanna come down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could stay forever yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. But oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112911969162840287?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112911969162840287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112911969162840287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112911969162840287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112911969162840287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/10/omgsh.html' title=''/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112757420946476923</id><published>2005-09-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:08:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Cahill- Make a wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JORDAN CAHILL- MAKE A WISH. (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na na na na…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, make a wish on a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And believe in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can be anything that you wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you wish for a dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it time you will see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is nothing impossible when you….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Trust your…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Cause that is where you find it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give it a try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe you cant miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta have faith in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance, take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope is where the magic is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make all your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ve, got the power inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make your dream come to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can be anything that you want now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your wish will come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And someday that you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you learn to believe and have faith in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust your heart….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh if that’s the only secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe you cant miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta have faith in you(yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance, take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope is where the magic is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make all your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(come true yeah yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wishJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ust believe you cant miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give a try you’ll see(yeah you’ll see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance, take a risk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope is where the magic is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make a wish and believe(yeah….)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone’s got some wish of their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting to happen, ready to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can do anything when we try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now is the time…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na, Na na na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na na na na………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeeeaaaaahhhh……….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na,Na na na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na na na na……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe you cant miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cant miss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Gotta have faith in you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gotta have faith in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance, take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope is where the magic is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make all your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Make all your dreams come true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just believe you cant miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give it a try you’ll see(Give it a try now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance, take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope is where the magic is(OOOooooo…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na,Na na na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na na na na na na….(yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i simply love meaningful songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuck i sound like a bimbotic, bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AIYOYO. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these songs and some hilary duff and what have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually have real meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unlike. what mouse likes the grain of rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now THAT's what doesn't make sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oooh make a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to make a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112757420946476923?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112757420946476923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112757420946476923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112757420946476923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112757420946476923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/jordan-cahill-make-wish.html' title='Jordan Cahill- Make a wish.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112757353256855359</id><published>2005-09-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:05:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay away.</title><content type='html'>I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;I'm defiant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a natural.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an independent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a female species of homosapiens.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is ever perfect. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote that. I HAVE to drill that into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, NOBODY is ever perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So stop comparing yourselves with others.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they might seem perfect, everything's great with them.&lt;br /&gt;But you never know.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay. I shan't be a crazy nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never, NEVER knew. Omgsh.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the RCHD, we were all taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope I've served them well/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, everything was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I shall talk like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;All happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus down to Kim's dad's office.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then the people there were giving us weirded-out looks.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKAYYEEE. Haha. We went to bk for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom swiss cheese whatever you call it burger. Yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. We went back to the conference room to study.&lt;br /&gt;Becky did not even touch her homework. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We started acting like retarded nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Becky went to draw on the board. It's so funky.&lt;br /&gt;And flexible. Haha. She was like the sales figures are dropping.&lt;br /&gt;And some shit. Haha and when she rubbed it off there was this marking.&lt;br /&gt;She used the white board cleaner thing to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so frigging stinky. Killed probably about a few thousand braincells.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. Dawn and I were making BLACK MARKET ECSTASY in school using candle wax.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Both laoshi and Ms ng said they were going to report us to the police.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to make opium on monday, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then we went to the RCHD.&lt;br /&gt;We blew up balloons. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Balloons do not go well with Kim.&lt;br /&gt;She just touched the balloon and it burst. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then this woman kept touching Plee's and Becky's ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;So cute! Pffhht. Becky didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this super cute dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we fed the people there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, We never knew how priveledged we were.&lt;br /&gt;I fed this guy chin chow after they ate.&lt;br /&gt;And for one moment he looked like he was choking.&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. After that it was FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;We were like dancing behind and they played BRING IT ON! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha. Someone was singing really horribly into the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;Gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;We danced shit.&lt;br /&gt;So bloody fun, we should do this more often.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah after that we distributed lanterns and goodie bags and stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;We did the circle thing but becky fell/.&lt;br /&gt;Hehs. I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BECKS! &lt;333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good mind to change it.&lt;br /&gt;When i can find it.&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT PROM QUEEN &gt; NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it Perfect Prom Princess?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112757353256855359?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112757353256855359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112757353256855359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112757353256855359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112757353256855359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/stay-away.html' title='stay away.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112687444940539387</id><published>2005-09-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T05:40:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you.</title><content type='html'>HELLO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU HANNAH FOR ALL THE LAUFFLY SONGS. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH HAS WRINKLY HOT RED LIPS. SEXAYYEEE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112687444940539387?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112687444940539387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112687444940539387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112687444940539387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112687444940539387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you.html' title='thank you.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112687245250144734</id><published>2005-09-16T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T05:07:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i simply love my friends. &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why i said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so frigging random. but, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. maybe because i'm going to commit suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm just letting everyone know. HAHA. you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just feeling really down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams are coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really screwed up my english oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody's going to believe that, but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to try to get better grades for chinese oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'm gonna memorize asking teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;explain again and how to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something like cong fu and zai shuo yi chi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's are so many frigging tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like every week we have so many tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when i decide to take a break for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stupid conscience won't let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i'll keep feeling guilty for not studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same goes for reading books. pffhht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait till exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the week of the exams are THE WORST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll write out a schedule for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'll follow it. but nothing sinks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm supposed to have started on chinese last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank God there's no zao ju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or lao  chen's not gonna let me off till i remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every SINGLE one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GOING TO READ A MILLION BOOKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GOING TO WATCH A MILLION DVD'S AND MOVIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GONNA GO OUT GO OUT GO OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. mrs chen is such a &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt;. nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just can't stand her. like, she only thinks for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she hates me and vice &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIGH FIVE ANDREA! [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay that was spastic, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hate my frigging seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because of dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not becaus ei have my little space at the side/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT because it's rriigghhhttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the side, right at the front/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you know how &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;infuriating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then mrs chen REFUSES to move over to the other side to explain again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' oh it's so inconvenient for me'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like wtf, so she's just repeating her whole explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the people whom she just explained to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i don't understand a frigging thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait for daddy to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll just teach me everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unlike mrs chen. grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SORRY FOR VULGARITIES TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just not in a good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine came for training. [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahahahahha. and we did the 50 fly again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i rested for 2 sets. cause jie's stupid fins were so tight at the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i did 2 sets worth of 32's. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with fins. URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uncle michael thinks i'm going to be along side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some very fast people next year. i wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. oh well/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we started a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hush puppies &lt;s&gt; underwear &lt;/s&gt; club&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funny. then we were comparing what hush puppies thing was nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FOUNDER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; chairperson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sharon's the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vice-chairperson&lt;/span&gt;. i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112687245250144734?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112687245250144734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112687245250144734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112687245250144734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112687245250144734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/hees.html' title='hees.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112661073811592307</id><published>2005-09-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:25:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAN.</title><content type='html'>OH MAN. i feel so satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cause i trained super hard for frigging 50 fly today.&lt;br /&gt;then uncle michael was like&lt;br /&gt;'i salute you. you better train hard'&lt;br /&gt;or something. he always says i'm such a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;then the aunties went like&lt;br /&gt;' oh your fly today  very nice, i didn't see before'&lt;br /&gt;' oh today your fly's very fast and nice'&lt;br /&gt;i hope this isn't a one time thing&lt;br /&gt;cause nobody came other than nicholas and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;haha maybe it went into my head. oops.&lt;br /&gt;hope not. (x&lt;br /&gt;but i was wearing fins.&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing. bursts my bubble.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you gave me that cheeky grin;&lt;br /&gt;i knew you were alright. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112661073811592307?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112661073811592307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112661073811592307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112661073811592307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112661073811592307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-man.html' title='OH MAN.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112618794769580133</id><published>2005-09-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T06:59:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's training was SUPER FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sorry; are we still friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uncle michael talked to us about tatally irrelevant stuff/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the kallang guni girl or whatever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how she was infatuated and what newton's law of physics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or don't know what law. hahaha that what action comes with a reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we tried doing some dragon uh continueing. thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did the cap thing on uncle michael and soon the little kids were all trying it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;none of us hold it against you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kim's such a smartass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't hide anything from her; well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost everything. hehs. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i'm glad this is done and over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hope you've learnt your lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was late to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hannah said that it would take 200 steps from mobil to caltex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;200 BIG steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it only took 200 SMALL steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentosa's so fun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah stupid life guard used that speaker thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shouted at us. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"girls please don't touch the bridge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because, the jig is up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the water was practicalled spitless today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SPITTILICIOUS! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing on the pontoon is so super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shant say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i missed jon jonsson on villa wellness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope hannah recorded it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112618794769580133?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112618794769580133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112618794769580133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112618794769580133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112618794769580133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112605603634818536</id><published>2005-09-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:20:36.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation of my birthday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this shall be a continuation of yesterday (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent almost the whole night being a couch potato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, daddy came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted a cake! haha because if you don't have the cake on the actual day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just, like NOT birthday-like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so daddy wanted to go polar to get polar cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heehs. [; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we had some leftover raspberry and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some leftover sometehing cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we just stuck the happy birthday thingy on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then since we had no candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so daddy just held on to the lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and uh lit it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to put chocolate fudge on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didn't. so daddy did. hahahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall wait for mommy to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i'll have an assortment of coffee bean cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put together to form a circle. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a normal yummyyyyyyyyy cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going library later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i haven't gone since like june holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY can borrow like 8 books today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it'd distract me from my studies. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i don't wanna go sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got training in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'd be dead beat by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH WELLSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112605603634818536?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112605603634818536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112605603634818536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112605603634818536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112605603634818536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/continuation-of-my-birthday.html' title='continuation of my birthday (:'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112600648675785099</id><published>2005-09-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T04:38:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; today. WHOOPIE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there was this day pooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhas. i slept after &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP PODEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday. hahahas and some sent me messages at 12 plus. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i woke up at like 2 then i replied the messages. hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sharon was still awake, and high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's such a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wonder woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who can be awake in the wee hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be HIGH. chestnut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't believe one of my friends would do such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't believe YOU would do such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where's the trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up at 7 plus. and went to macs with kor and daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH i just remember i still have an &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;apple pie&lt;/span&gt; in the microwave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but shannen says microwaving stuff gives you cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;practically everything gives you cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever lah, i shant digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learnt that word from becky. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;packeted food back for jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm trying to think staight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she is currently acting like a retarded nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUPER MININININI PONYTAIL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a tuft of hair in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like some icky cheena girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is NOT real, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm looking forward to thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt;. beach fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BECKY YOU BETTER GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and VILLA WELLNESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;jon jonsson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;how can you do such a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay back to whatever i was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daddy called at around 10 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Red Eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT'S SO FRIGGING NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN, we went to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sakae sushi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgotten how yummy salmon can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just melts in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the cheeeeeeekuay. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and not feel a single ounce of guilt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, daddy sent us to clementi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ssa room was open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahas so we did some work and everybody came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they went out to play, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;training was quite okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the relay nicholas and i were like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oei, you slack ah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Okay, later uncle michael scold you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Aiya nevermind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it's on my birthday, i thought you would have enough sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or something like that. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, if it's you, or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's so cute. hahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we were just poking fun trying to make s-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jealous. by flirting with nicholas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took TONS of photos in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though it was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;prohibited&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'violating the rules'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicholas is such a POOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, it comes with the package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;POOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so frigging retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to catch you, whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahas i'm waiting for daddy to come home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112600648675785099?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112600648675785099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112600648675785099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112600648675785099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112600648675785099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112557746286913262</id><published>2005-09-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:24:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;stroke correction today was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha we tried doing the pull and push thing uncle michael did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i failed terribly. hahas. oh well/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after we showered uncle michael started telling us about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aveoli, air sacs which could fill 3 football fields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and CHI. hahas, i thought chi was something related to taichi or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he keeps saying if only christel had my height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that i'm very lazy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i probably proved his point;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by sleeping the entire afternoon, almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahhas i woke up around 5 to watch the prince and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT I DID NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO BACK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TO HENRY PARK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHH. i am such a sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM GOING FOR WHICHEVER 6B GATHERING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHENEVER, WHATEVER. NOBODY'S GOING TO STOP ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTOOD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, good okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am going to try to train harder from now onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am VERY, slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112557746286913262?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112557746286913262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112557746286913262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112557746286913262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112557746286913262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleah.html' title='bleah.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112529251425149941</id><published>2005-08-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:15:14.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm such a weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait for this friday where there's home econs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it's because i finally settled on one design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehs. 10 reasons why i love God (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe it's because before friday there'd be a wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we'd be celebrating somebody's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm gonna get  to go back to henry park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the same time i'm really dreading this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a geog test tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm skipping training to revise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i feel like swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i did not bring my swimming stuff and going would be a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if i don't go my mind would wander off to swimming while studying, as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wander off to anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life is so not a bed of roses/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to go to sentosa again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall upload the photo's after geog test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES. SWIMMING TOMORROW/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and i missed the timetrials yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparantly all the big girls missed the time trials and uncle michael was rather pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's another round this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'M GOING! hah. but my timing'd probably suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, better than going for the stupid jcc competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm supposed to be swimming 50 free, 50 BREAST. and 200 im.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for the frigging im relay i'm swimming breast too in a frigging crap team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; uncle victor claims that we have one of the best teams this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a liar. and i do not swim breast! ahh. i told him i don't swim breast and fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he purposely makes me swim that event. what an ass. can't stand him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and nobody's doing what they're supposed to be doing now during pw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhas. i think we're so screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we haven't even started on the stupid 800-1000 word report. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112529251425149941?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112529251425149941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112529251425149941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112529251425149941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112529251425149941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-wait.html' title='i can&apos;t wait.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112505790595272306</id><published>2005-08-26T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T05:05:05.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;mrs chan gave us a dressing down today. she was talking all those shit like. i'm very disappointed in you/. like trying to lay on the guilt factor. i almost died trying not to laugh. hehs. like, she rented the bus for i think the entire swim team, and only 3 people turned up. it's quite sad actually, but she was seriously pissed off and they started calling people to get them to come. oh wells. dawn didn't come for school today so i was sitting alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and YES. i AM sitting with dawn. don't ask me why. hahahah, i thought ms gan would have enough sense not to put us together or we'd wreck havoc. i think she purposely put noisy people with noisy people. pearly said &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;negative plus negative is positive&lt;/span&gt;! (: smart girl. hahahahs. or maybe she's trying to give her ex-teacher a hard time. i never knew she had it in her. hahahas then kim becks and i were like note passing in class. so funny, i was trying to pass the note in the chinese book, then i threw it a tad too lightly, hehs. so it just fell flat on the floor and i went oops i dropped the book. becky was drinking water at that time, so i think something happened. hahas. mrs chen doesn't seem to hate me that much anymore, or maybe it's just my imagination/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still miss the good ol' days. (x boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder if anybody's been crossing out the countdown on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHEENA CHINA BOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahs. we had to stay back for this rehearsal thing for the commendation award. then went for training. training was actually quite okay. but i felt like speeding, cause i was super pissed off and i wanted to just go smack on the water. only when i went first, then i felt the drive. but still, i doubt it was good. barely got tired. bleah.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I CAN'T SEEM TO BREAK A 31 DURING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TRAINING&lt;/span&gt;. wtf. and i'm getting vulgar, not really. but i keep saying wtf. which is not a good thing. but whatever. can't really be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOMORROW'S &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SENTOSA DAYYY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LETS SO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SENTOSAA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plee's mom is fetching (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and for home econs i've finally decided on a design. but it's all words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahs i can't be bothered to do the pictures. having to PAINSTAKINGLY sew them on one by one would probably be like torture. shannen's such a smartass. everything she doing is anything BUT sewing. hahahahs. oh and becky helped me choose the colours. it's like rainbow. ish;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112505790595272306?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112505790595272306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112505790595272306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112505790595272306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112505790595272306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112488373054066917</id><published>2005-08-24T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T04:42:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, piss off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt;. uncle michael is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEVER satisfied&lt;/span&gt;. ms gan is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NEVER satisfied&lt;/span&gt;. my parents are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NEVER satisfied&lt;/span&gt;. nobody is ever satisfied with me. even myself. it's so pissing off. like, wtf*!@. oh well, that was unnecessary. but i just felt like doing that. i shall start off with what i'm NOT satisfied with, everything. but who cares. my grades suck, bigtime. like from a's in the first semester i'm down to b for english and lit. wth. luckily i got an a for math or i'd seriously kill my self. hope i get a for the rest too. (: i think i'm gonna mug for exams this time round. i seriously need to get my grades up and percentage too. if my msg drops to like above 2.5 or something, uhh. whatever lah. sitting beside hannah is so demoralizing. crazy poops, she gets top or top few in class for practically everything. ms gan is leaving and we're going to have a farewell kind of thing for her this saturday at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SENTOSA-AA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (: hahahs. but she can only be there for like an hour so we're gonna spend the entire day there playing. because she won't allow us to go near the water in case any of us drown. OH. and have i mentioned, the teacher replacing ms gan TAUGHT MS GAN WHEN SHE WAS SEC 4. wow, she must be ancient. like we need any more slow teachers, nicer teachers always take leave and leave us with slow teachers and claim that we're very far behind compared with other classes. BUT, the annoying teachers whom i shant mention never take leave. ms gan just had to change our seats. i can't frigging sit in front. i'm RIGHT IN FRONT NOW. where shannen is sitting right at the side. it's so unfair. i can't see from there. i'm gonna tell her that i am LONG SIGHTED- (: as if. sitting at the back you can do anything you want but sitting in the front you can't sucks lah. wth. besides, ARGH. can't stand it. my mom lah. argh, she was the frigging _______ who even suggested the entire thing. like hello, she doesn't know the way i study and my methods and stuff. everytime i look away in class ms gan or the other teachers assume i'm not listening. they bore me to death. sitting with hannah is fun. [; wreaking havoc is fun. but apparantly ms gan thinks otherwise. now i'm gonna sit in front. i'm gonna look back on the good ol' days. hehs. NOW where was i/ OH. uncle michael, stupid guy hates me. i think he's given up on me. but whatever. like when i don't do anything i just wanted to ask him a quesstion he assumes i'm talking to sharon or whoever. then he gives me a hell of a scolding. now he can't be bothered with me anymore. then i just do a 31 after SCHOOL, SCHOOL TRAINING, TRAINING. and he's still not satisfied. it's not really fast but usually i slack until i do like a 35 and he's still not satisfied. SHARLEEN DID A 32. i'm gonna murder if she does a 31 before p6. argh. i'm gonna train hard hard hard. but i'm still not going to take part in the stupid jcc thing. uncle victor's trying to make me feel guilty. hehs. (: can't stand him. blah blah. now i'm the she-kaye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GONNA LEARN FROM YINTIAN SHANNEN AND HANNAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112488373054066917?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112488373054066917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112488373054066917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112488373054066917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112488373054066917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-piss-off.html' title='oh, piss off.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112449727526959109</id><published>2005-08-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:21:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHS.&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY'S WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE AND I LEFT TRAINING EARLY!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;BUT IN THE END THERE WAS NO DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;COS WE WERE TALKING IN THE TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAS.&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO BUY MILO FREEZE&lt;br /&gt;AND IT SPILLED ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;HEHS.&lt;br /&gt;WE TRIED FLAGGING A CAB.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE FIRST EMPTY CAB DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFUSED&lt;/strong&gt; TO LET US IN.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID GUY.&lt;br /&gt;BET HE THOUGHT WE'D BE A DISTRACTION TO HIS DRIVING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHHAS. (:&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE HE JUST DIDN'T WANT US TO SPILL MILO FREEZE&lt;br /&gt;SEEING THAT IT WAS DRIPPING FROM US.&lt;br /&gt;HEHS THEN THE NEXT CAB DRIVER WAS NICE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAS. I STILL OWE CHRISTINE CAB MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;WE PUT OUR BAGS DOWN AND WENT TO TALK TO OUR FRIENDS FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAS HANNAH LOOKED LIKE A COFFEE SHOP AUNTY&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE OF HER BELT THINGY! HAHAAS. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE AND I SAT OPPOSITE THEM AT FIRST/&lt;br /&gt;WE TRIED TAKING PHOTOS WITH FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO USE THE CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;SO IT WAS DAMN EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;AFT THAT WE MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE WE WERE LIKE THE ONLY 2 PEOPLE AT THOSE SEATS&lt;br /&gt;NOT INCLUDING 2 OLD LADIES BEHIND US.&lt;br /&gt;HEHS. SO WE MOVED TO BEHIND BECKY PLEE AND HANNAH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;FIRST WAS UHH THE ALUMNI BAND THING.&lt;br /&gt;THEN THIS WOMAN WHO SURVIVED THE JAKARTA CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;COOLNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE TURRRNNNEEDDDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY MOURNING INTO DANCINGGGGG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE TURNNNEEEDDDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SORROW INTOOO JOYYYYYY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS HOW WE OVERCOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;OOPS SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;COULDN'T HELP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SO FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAS THEN THE BABY BAND PEOPLE SANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THEN SOME TEACHER ALSO GAVE HER TESTIMONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SHE KEPT MOVING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;TO LEFT TO RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAS. SO CUTE. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SONGS, THEN COMMUNION AFTER THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHAS PLEE KEPT EATING AND DRINKING HERS BEFORE WE ACTUALLY ARE SUPPOSED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHAHS. THE PASTOR GUY, I THINK. HAS A OPRAH-ISH VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHAS LIKE IT SHAKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THEN THERE'S THIS WOMAN AT THE BACK ALSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;IT'S SUPER OPRAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;FUNKYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THERE WAS A DANCE TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;AND SONGS AND FINALE. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WE WERE SO HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;AND MOMMY AND DAD FETCHED US HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112449727526959109?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112449727526959109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112449727526959109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112449727526959109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112449727526959109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay.html' title='YAY.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112418097680293031</id><published>2005-08-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:29:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh,</title><content type='html'>argh. i can't stand this.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO A SINGLE FRIGGING THING FOR MATH.&lt;br /&gt;wait, i do know some.&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to do like A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;and it's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;because they're really simple.&lt;br /&gt;i should NEVER EVER skip school.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't get the equation into my head.&lt;br /&gt;i think i must have locked it inside and threw away the key last year after psle.&lt;br /&gt;they're practically repeating the entire math syllabus of primary school in a more&lt;br /&gt;difficult manner?&lt;br /&gt;i can't even solve the simplest of sums.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chen gave us so much homework today.&lt;br /&gt;annoying. hahas granny's watching some chinese show starring cindy wang now.&lt;br /&gt;she looks funny as some chinese kungfu show girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to redo lit.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;the teachers seem to like building up suspense, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i think we did out geog and history test quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;and they refuse to give it back to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exams are drawing close.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a mere 94 days away!&lt;br /&gt;or 90 something.&lt;br /&gt;can't remember i'll have to check the china board.&lt;br /&gt;dreading the days where i'll start mugging and freaking out for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;because when i'm outside the exam room my mind blanks out and i can't remember a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;especially for history chinese chem bio geog and all my other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;haha. funny.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and i skipped training today to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for not having self control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for being unable to discipline myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;for being such an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm not going to elaborate. because i simply can't stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make sense. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do the lie down and take away chair thing!&lt;br /&gt;LETS DO IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;when there's a free period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;the original 4 people are uhh.&lt;br /&gt;becky, andrea, yintian and i! [;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;should i go youth alive in church this friday?&lt;br /&gt;or should i go for love mg aft training?&lt;br /&gt;AHH.&lt;br /&gt;cause if i go for either one.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. hahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, can't stand you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112418097680293031?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112418097680293031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112418097680293031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112418097680293031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112418097680293031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/argh.html' title='argh,'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112425550509046551</id><published>2005-08-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:11:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off.</title><content type='html'>I am pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand you.&lt;br /&gt;You disgust me, you urk me.&lt;br /&gt;You give me goosebumps with your grossness.&lt;br /&gt;You are such a poser.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just disappear from the face of this Earth?&lt;br /&gt;It'd make things much easier for me, for EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not perfect either.&lt;br /&gt;But wth.&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY CAN'T STAND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And am probably oblivious to what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;WHO, I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112425550509046551?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112425550509046551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112425550509046551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112425550509046551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112425550509046551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112402932078030721</id><published>2005-08-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T07:22:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other post. my BELOVED.</title><content type='html'>in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;my last post was NOT about a guy.&lt;br /&gt;they aren't worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 jon jonsson. [;&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna be on tv 25th august&lt;br /&gt;8.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is SO HOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112402932078030721?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112402932078030721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112402932078030721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112402932078030721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112402932078030721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/other-post-my-beloved.html' title='the other post. my BELOVED.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112400130573891393</id><published>2005-08-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:35:05.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defeated.</title><content type='html'>I feel defeated.&lt;br /&gt;All my work has gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I have worked for;&lt;br /&gt;Toward's THAT goal.&lt;br /&gt;Is destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;by a fucking bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I can't stand is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what way am I worse?&lt;br /&gt;She is ANNOYING, ACT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;And I shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;By doing PW Powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm fairly sure we're going to fail at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112400130573891393?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112400130573891393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112400130573891393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112400130573891393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112400130573891393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/defeated.html' title='defeated.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112359727353434030</id><published>2005-08-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:27:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great days</title><content type='html'>today was a rather unfruitful day.&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't noticed,&lt;br /&gt;it's national day.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPIE. haahhahahas.&lt;br /&gt;the parade sucked.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't get to watch shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;cause kor had his friends over.&lt;br /&gt;the people at ndp so do not know how to lip sync.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahas. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i waxed daddy's car.&lt;br /&gt;and waxing is TOUGH JOB.&lt;br /&gt;if i did it everyday i'd get muscles like.&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about saturday, sunday, monday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo. it was the sports open house (:&lt;br /&gt;the turnout was really good.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was much more than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;so the food was too little.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah for games we played benchball captains ball and jacob's ladder.&lt;br /&gt;haha then we had the tour of the school.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize there were many more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;haha cause we don't use the facilities.&lt;br /&gt;so it was kind of like a tour to us too&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;christine reckons she's a good tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, i went to church and then to jcc with ant and claire&lt;br /&gt;to SWIM!&lt;br /&gt;and we went for fop after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOP FOP FOP FOP FOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was WAY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;like the entire indoor stadium was filled up.&lt;br /&gt;the queue was so long.&lt;br /&gt;but didn't have to queue (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to becky and pearly's nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BECKY! &lt;3 size="1"&gt;down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL AROUND THE EARTH IS SINGING.&lt;br /&gt;RAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAS. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;and the speaker didn't bore me.&lt;br /&gt;but it was kind of freaky.&lt;br /&gt;like almost everyone were speaking in tongues.&lt;br /&gt;we tried to imitate.&lt;br /&gt;oops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's kind of disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;there were so many devout christians that i felt kind of uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;cause we were in the area where there were more&lt;br /&gt;uhh.&lt;br /&gt;DEVOUT CHRISTIANS (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahas i'm not really making sense, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic ness.&lt;br /&gt;stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;it's contagious.&lt;br /&gt;because you might just get influenced by THEM. [;&lt;br /&gt;i have strong immunity system.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs. i'm crapping&lt;br /&gt;i heard from aunty j that in their church they have lessons on&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING IN TONGUES.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, isn't it like a language that only you and God would understand and communicate with?&lt;br /&gt;it totally defeats the purpose if you have lessons on it.&lt;br /&gt;then it's not holy and sacred.&lt;br /&gt;if it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;like the whole meaning is gone.&lt;br /&gt;it'd just be like any other old lesson you go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aunty jess gave us a lift to china town and we ate macs and went home!&lt;br /&gt;was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached home it was already 12 plus.&lt;br /&gt;and daddy was PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;went for chen lao shi in the wee hours of 7.30 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;mommy refuses to let me sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'd actually sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's this stupid alarm clock in my head which doesn't allow me to sleep beyond 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;8 if i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;but when i wake up for school it automatically turns off.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm late.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then we went for aunty bk!&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;like uncle arthur aunty jess aunty helena victor ant joyce jie and i were there at first.&lt;br /&gt;then we weren't studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahas.&lt;br /&gt;then they left and we started doing work.&lt;br /&gt;i did aunty bk's math.&lt;br /&gt;so challenging, so unlike school work.&lt;br /&gt;which is basic and direct.&lt;br /&gt;not that i really understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;credit given to mrs chen and her inept teaching.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;aunty bk seems to think i'm really smart.&lt;br /&gt;seems like looks can be deceiving. (:&lt;br /&gt;not that i mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;we had national day celebrations in school.&lt;br /&gt;dawn ponned school, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;then they had this like food and drinks booth kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;and song dedications.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha so plee becky kim and i went up first.&lt;br /&gt;the music could be heard from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;they played oldies like lucky.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha so we were dancing and belting out the songs.&lt;br /&gt;SO HIGH AND SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;haha then the quieter ones were kind of irritated but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and it was photo's galore!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;THE CHINA GROUPIES WENT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;WE WATCHED CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY!&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE CHOC.&lt;br /&gt;was so funny and nice.&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp's face looks triangular.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and he's so gay in the show.&lt;br /&gt;which is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;WILLY WONKA OOMMPAAALOOMMPPAAA!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;heeren and cine was so so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;should have gone plaza sing. [;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;like practically ALL schools were there.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this sailor moon like uniform.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;seeyue got duped by the indian woman who claims to have an operation.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;we took screwed up neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we ate at the traditional kobayashi.&lt;br /&gt;becky and i didn't get to put a LOT OF CHILLI POWDER.&lt;br /&gt;cause the cashier lady kept shooing us away.&lt;br /&gt;hmph!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. but still.&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;missed the hpps gathering.&lt;br /&gt;but no girls went.&lt;br /&gt;so who cares. [;&lt;br /&gt;haha becky gets super pissed of when i tell her that i saw&lt;br /&gt;hahhahas. i just have to keep saying that&lt;br /&gt;super hot and she has this super cute reaction.&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahs!&lt;br /&gt;the stupid ticket guy was so frigging gay.&lt;br /&gt;cos THEY were yelling like mad who and where to sit.&lt;br /&gt;hahas then he was like&lt;br /&gt;ther'es a movie in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to punch him and his gay girly face.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was late for training.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody came so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH NO TRAINING TOMORROW MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS, BIGTIME.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i'm going to love this week.&lt;br /&gt;no mrs chen.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;thank God. (:&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we might be getting geog, history and bio tests back.&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one way; JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for.&lt;br /&gt;You are the way; the truth and the light&lt;br /&gt;we live by faith and not by sight for You.&lt;br /&gt;we're living, all for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TRY TO BE A MORE DEVOTED CHRISTIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112359727353434030?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112359727353434030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112359727353434030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112359727353434030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112359727353434030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-days.html' title='great days'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112298382869287687</id><published>2005-08-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T04:57:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tests over. nightmare over</title><content type='html'>TESTS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH I SCREWED ALL OF THEM UP.&lt;br /&gt;NOT SO MUCH FOR CHEM THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN READ BOOKS WITHOUT MY CONSCIENCE BUGGING ME.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY IT STILL BUGS ME.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT THAT MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;SECONDARY SCHOOL HAS SO MANY TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. A. NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;SOME TV SHOWS ARE SERIOUSLY SO CLICHE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN JUST GUESS WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA SWIM FOR JCC INTER CLUB THING.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S HELD THERE.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;THE BOARDS SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112298382869287687?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112298382869287687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112298382869287687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112298382869287687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112298382869287687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/08/tests-over-nightmare-over.html' title='tests over. nightmare over'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112272847867061271</id><published>2005-07-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T06:01:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mutated hair.</title><content type='html'>i can safely announce that i'm not gonna cut my hair ever again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is     ing short.&lt;br /&gt;a tad bit longer than hannah's.&lt;br /&gt;he just CUT. CHOP. SNIP. CUT. CHOP. SNIP.&lt;br /&gt;and he took such a friggin long time i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the longest strand of hair he cut was up to 15cm.&lt;br /&gt;i counted.&lt;br /&gt;that's how bored i was.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like he just COULDN'T. STOP. CUTTING.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;when i thought he was finally done&lt;br /&gt;he'd take out the     ing scissors and cut again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to strangle him&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows how much i've improved over the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;OF being a FIERCE FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;i still am.&lt;br /&gt;FUMING. inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't bun up my hair and it keeps flicking my neck.&lt;br /&gt;how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm gonna get booked by miss gan or whoever by my hair or fringe.&lt;br /&gt;i will SCREAM. YELL. WHATEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112272847867061271?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112272847867061271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112272847867061271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112272847867061271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112272847867061271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/mutated-hair.html' title='mutated hair.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112246294822022337</id><published>2005-07-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:15:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm pissed off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we're not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;taking it personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not really in a right state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOU'RE taking it personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARGH; you're so not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;face it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall think of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;marche dinner with pawai was FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you think you're the queen of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FOUNDERS DAY was BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOU want challenge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the going out part was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to watch the island but it would have eaten into training.&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a guai freak. [;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas we took neoprints 4 times!&lt;br /&gt;becky made me do this super CHEENA bimbo pose!&lt;br /&gt;AHH! i'm still having goosebumps from it.&lt;br /&gt;it was RAINING&lt;br /&gt;so the bus was FRIGGIN COLD.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahas i was the only one at training, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i think (:&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, sharon came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOU want competition?&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday i skipped training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mugged at home for geog.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, actually i didn't mug.&lt;br /&gt;just rewrote everything and slept.&lt;br /&gt;napped.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to need to nap everyday.&lt;br /&gt;OH and art was fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BRING IT ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today, someone really pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think i'd just warn you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i shant say anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WATCH YOUR BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;after school i waited for christine for an entire hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to pizza hut!&lt;br /&gt;actually we were just kidding when we wanted to take a cab&lt;br /&gt;so she just anyhow waved her hand.&lt;br /&gt;and PINGG! a taxi just stopped.&lt;br /&gt;haahahhas justr kidding.&lt;br /&gt;there weas EVERYTHING but a ping.&lt;br /&gt;bleah. hahahhas. we weren't supposed to drink soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY coke.&lt;br /&gt;but we ended up drinking it in the end [;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahs and we ate hawaiian pizza and uhh lasagna?&lt;br /&gt;YUMMYLICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;after that i was feeling positively vomiticious.&lt;br /&gt;EWW. kept burping out the cheese thing which tasted like vomit.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;the digestive juice mixed with that is like TEN times grosser.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;i CAN'T WAIT FOR 6B-04 GATHERING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S SO LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN SEPTEMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS 6B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3333333333333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay red sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really, but who cares. [;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH we got chased out of training.&lt;br /&gt;today, cos we slacked the entire training.&lt;br /&gt;this has never happened before&lt;br /&gt;JUST sending us to different lane.&lt;br /&gt;like he branded the queen of lane 2 before.&lt;br /&gt;cos we did orange juice squeeze on honey&lt;br /&gt;you probably don't understand what i'm saying but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;and once before i think.&lt;br /&gt;gonna do math and art later.&lt;br /&gt;if i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i'm in debt of math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos i'm coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112246294822022337?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112246294822022337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112246294822022337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112246294822022337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112246294822022337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/argh_27.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112177435140636495</id><published>2005-07-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T04:59:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random people</title><content type='html'>i'm talking random people.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas why do you ask people out and not talk to each other?&lt;br /&gt;and end up calling each other when you're just a table apart.&lt;br /&gt;that's just a waste of phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;people from single sex schools are seriously deprived.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be like that sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying not to think of when that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;i'd PREVENT that[;&lt;br /&gt;some would turn all giggly and EUURRGGHH.&lt;br /&gt;not explaining, too gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaas.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;we had art and we're supposed to draw a capsicum.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever, however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan draws REAL GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas, all the shading and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but it takes an entire hour to paint just a capsicum.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;she  chased those who didn't bring their stuff, which we ended up not using.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring too!&lt;br /&gt;but yintian's my lucky star[; she helped me bring an extra chilli.&lt;br /&gt;which was puny, rotten and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall be grateful. hahahas since i didn't have to go out.&lt;br /&gt;then we could hear andrea SHHHing everybody once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;so hilarious. (:&lt;br /&gt;mrs yeo didn't come today.&lt;br /&gt;almost all of our teachers take turns to skip school everything.&lt;br /&gt;NOT that i'm complaining. hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;we always end up going to the library.&lt;br /&gt;which is freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;becky and kimm would probably go to the computer lab but then since i think it's not allowed so they settled for the library.&lt;br /&gt;i know something even JUICIER now. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;going to kap was even more fun!&lt;br /&gt;we played this number game thingy and mixed&lt;br /&gt;garlic chilli sauce, coke, ice lemon tea, sweet chilli sauce, barbeque sauce and curry sauce together&lt;br /&gt;whoever lost would have to dip fries in it.&lt;br /&gt;since plee and i had an abundant amount of fries left.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas. SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;kelly had to eat it twice.&lt;br /&gt;yeech.&lt;br /&gt;when i went for training there were only 5 people&lt;br /&gt;6, including me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas so i had the entire lane to myself.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH speaking of ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;christine [i think] and i have COME TO A CONCLUSION! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaas. lmnt- who sang hey juliet&lt;br /&gt;THEIR name probably came from LEMON TEA.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhas cos when you keep saying lmnt, fast.&lt;br /&gt;it will end up sounding like lemon tea [;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. the book girl with a pearl earring's really nice too! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhas. i just read finish.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna read harry potter now!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas when jie has come home.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112177435140636495?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112177435140636495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112177435140636495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112177435140636495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112177435140636495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-people.html' title='random people'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112158971403937951</id><published>2005-07-17T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:41:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>many days of blogging after nationals.</title><content type='html'>this is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;school nationals ended on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i just realized something.&lt;br /&gt;these years school nationals didn't really mean much to me.&lt;br /&gt;only when i hear all those people cheering, then i realized it's actually quite important.&lt;br /&gt;it's. so frigging inruriating.&lt;br /&gt;i got 4th for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;mg got 4th for all division prizes too.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty hahahas cos everyone was cheering&lt;br /&gt;and i got a measly fourth.&lt;br /&gt;when i finished my 50 free, i wasn't tired.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i was, but i was just too disappointed to even feel it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;uncle michael said he would jump off the spectator's stand if i didn't do a 29.&lt;br /&gt;in the end he just patted me on my back and said it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;hahas, how comforting.&lt;br /&gt;and now he says if i really don't do a 29 for the next competition he'll seriously murder me.&lt;br /&gt;pek yee and i made a deal if she does a 35 for her breast i'll do a 28.&lt;br /&gt;DEAL. hahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;for the next nationals. [;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what, i ended up doing the gym thing.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that pathetic after all.&lt;br /&gt;it was short, but nevertheless, the stuff we did were syncronized (:&lt;br /&gt;WE DID IT, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;love ya PLEE KIMM AND YINTIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;now why doesn't anyone believe me when i say nothing sunk into my thick skull when i studied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;AHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahahahas oh YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we had home econs. and i ended up not using becky's all princess stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;shudders-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahas but it isn't that bad. just so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;princessy. ended up using dawn's happy house one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;home econs sewing is FUN. we get to sew the diff patterns. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;just by pressing the foot thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but cooking's more fun though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;wanted to go for cip thing but it was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;go next saturday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;BUT PAWAI DINNER IS ON THAT DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ahh. okay this sucks, bigtime. hahahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;bel bought me the pretty butterfly earrings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh and i went swimming with ant again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WHOOHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;got juicy news. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i should seriously consider a job as a matchmaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;uhh- person (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahahahas just call me wilona the psychic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahas. studied for chinese test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and nothing has sunken in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;great, this rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I WANNA UPDATE MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but i can't seem to remember what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahahas OH WELLS. who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh. and when i left class at 11 wearing the nike swim thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;every one was staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahahas freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yintian said my arms were blacker than she thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;then cos i got kind of cramped up while waiting for my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i stretched my legs and passer by's stared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAHAHA who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112158971403937951?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112158971403937951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112158971403937951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112158971403937951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112158971403937951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/many-days-of-blogging-after-nationals.html' title='many days of blogging after nationals.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112116908580495550</id><published>2005-07-12T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:16:57.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school nationals. day one.</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;This sucks; This seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;I've no practice, I'd just pull you guys down.&lt;br /&gt;And feel really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;When you could easily get a better routine&lt;br /&gt;If you practiced together a different routine.&lt;br /&gt;We've been left.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to prove that you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;They'll REGRET it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. This sucks. I think Pearly's ignoring me because I told her i couldn't do the gym thing.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;My life is SERIOUSLY screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underneath this smile; My world is slowly caving in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a math test on Friday&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know what's been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;How smart can I get?&lt;br /&gt;And my homework's due.&lt;br /&gt;I left it all in school.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's an even SMARTER move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed up nationals too.&lt;br /&gt;I improved in my 100m Free.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I could have gone better.&lt;br /&gt;I lost to the other competitor by a&lt;br /&gt;MEASLY FEW SPLIT SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost it then.&lt;br /&gt;And for the relay,&lt;br /&gt;They were third.&lt;br /&gt;Until I swam, and they almost got fourth.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone I passed said&lt;br /&gt;I gave them a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. And made them scream, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;This is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Having to caps almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toa Payoh early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas and we layed our 3-tiered mats again.&lt;br /&gt;Felt kind of guilty when we were sitting.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was just across us.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But everytime we wanted to invite them over.&lt;br /&gt;They'ed somehow unconsciously change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEEE UNBLOCK ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later Christine, Michelle and I went for warm-up.&lt;br /&gt;The POWER WARM-UP which helped her get 3rd in 200 Free.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it great?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And we cheered in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get some sleep UMPTEEN times.&lt;br /&gt;But we always ended up getting woken up.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Went for mos burger for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;It's so spastic. You'd eat all the ingredients first.&lt;br /&gt;And end up leaving almost half the bun,&lt;br /&gt;or rice bum, whatever you call it behind.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then I had 100 free.&lt;br /&gt;And relay.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah's mom sent us back.&lt;br /&gt;The car was real spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Raffles dominated the entire pool.&lt;br /&gt;Make that the entire MILOschool nationals.&lt;br /&gt;Like in first place, ___ from Raffles girl's&lt;br /&gt;In second place, ALSO __ from Raffles girl's&lt;br /&gt;In third place, Again, ___ from Raffle's girl's&lt;br /&gt;or institution. Haha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Raffles seemed to have sent down the entire cohort.&lt;br /&gt;Of whatever level.&lt;br /&gt;And they just kept cheering.&lt;br /&gt;Some seemed amazingly bimbotic though.&lt;br /&gt;And when all their voices combined,&lt;br /&gt;It sounded kind of boyish.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahas. Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;While we had a HUGE BUNCH consisting of.&lt;br /&gt;4 prefect trainees, 1 prefect.&lt;br /&gt;and a LOUD screaming bimbo. (:&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112116908580495550?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112116908580495550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112116908580495550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112116908580495550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112116908580495550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/school-nationals-day-one.html' title='school nationals. day one.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112108026884089044</id><published>2005-07-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T04:23:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pressure is ON.</title><content type='html'>the pressure is ON.&lt;br /&gt;and boy is it on, bad.&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone expects me to do a 29 for free on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;that means shaving off 1 second when i just did a 30 last week.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT CHRISTINE! AHHH. ahahas.&lt;br /&gt;aww man. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do a 29;&lt;br /&gt;uncle michael says i don't have to come for training anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda used to these threats.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, this seems more real.&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i had my first real leg cramp today.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas it's like.&lt;br /&gt;the toe cramp is NOTHING compared to it.&lt;br /&gt;and the after effect is like the whole leg is being STRETCHED.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas. and i've realized;&lt;br /&gt;i can do a 29.&lt;br /&gt;IF; if.&lt;br /&gt;i don't breath for the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;i might even do a 28.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;if i do breath, like once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;i MIGHT just do a 29.&lt;br /&gt;like 29.99?&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stretch my legs.&lt;br /&gt;or my legs are gonna be cramped up tomorrow AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i'd mind though, but maybe the expectations would be lowered.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go stretch soon!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the song who we are by hope partlow is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;sharon just burnt me MORE CD'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to drill something in my head.&lt;br /&gt;drill, drill drill.&lt;br /&gt;i can do a 29 this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i can do a 29 this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i can do a 1.07 this tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i can do a 1.07 this tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like you AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like you AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;there's many more; but i think that'd be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i'm just contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;talking MASTERYODAtalk is fun. [;&lt;br /&gt;christine and i tried doing it today!&lt;br /&gt;ended up having a tummy ache for laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get abs by laughing, A LOT. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112108026884089044?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112108026884089044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112108026884089044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112108026884089044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112108026884089044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/pressure-is-on.html' title='the pressure is ON.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112082515671595760</id><published>2005-07-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T05:19:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>i HATE having to like someone.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE having to stand the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE  a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE to list them down. so i shant.&lt;br /&gt;(: that was spastic. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i got into both events for school nats.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. maybe it's because knowing that i'd have to live up the uncle michael's expectations of doing a 29 and repeating the whole ordeal of doing the events again. not that it's really an ordeal, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;hahas people i didn't know but swam with came up to congratulate me.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked, but still. it was kind of pleasant. we had 3 layers of mats today! the SUPER SOFT one, which is mine, christine's SOFT one. and jie's HARD one. hahahahas so we laid it out and slept and ate and did stuff on it for almost the entire day. had long john's and almost watched war of the world's with christine. but i decided against it, my conscience would be bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;oh another thing to add to my list.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE my conscience. even though it does me good.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and in the end i wasn't even in the relay. which was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i would be able to stand another deborah incident.&lt;br /&gt;that would be KILLER.&lt;br /&gt;but now i'd have to do it during the finals. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i went for training after that. had to squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;and i was HOT. whoohoo. droplets of sweat were dripping off my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand WHY i cannot do 13 for free during training anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i only do a 14. this sucks too. i can't motivate myself to train harder.&lt;br /&gt;though the thought of some stuff would be good.&lt;br /&gt;still doesn't work that well.&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a duty of a coach to expect the best out of a student or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but he's NEVER, ever satisfied. now i did a pb and he said&lt;br /&gt;you could have gone faster!&lt;br /&gt;your kick could have been faster!&lt;br /&gt;your stroke's too slow.&lt;br /&gt;dangg. nevermind. i'll try to do a 29 during finals.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i WON'T be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;since getting into the finals already got points for the school.&lt;br /&gt;which is what mrs chan wants only.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;my arms felt like lead during the race.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't move it at all.&lt;br /&gt;instead my legs were moving.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's kind of an opposite kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;if your arm moves fast your kick is lousy&lt;br /&gt;and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;unless you're really pro like christel or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112082515671595760?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112082515671595760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112082515671595760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112082515671595760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112082515671595760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_08.html' title='.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112022113384830513</id><published>2005-07-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:32:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>DANG. I CAN'T OPEN THE SCHOOL NATS EVENT PROGRAMME.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO NOT WANNA BE IN THE RELAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112022113384830513?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112022113384830513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112022113384830513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112022113384830513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112022113384830513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-112021982734543977</id><published>2005-07-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:10:27.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>there's just been a whirlwind of events.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to list them down anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't wanna put on make-up;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like every other girl in a magazine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't matter what i wear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the people stare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's kinda like from a song.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember it.&lt;br /&gt;but it's real good.&lt;br /&gt;and the singer has a voice;&lt;br /&gt;a cross between lindsay lohan and hilary duff.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-112021982734543977?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/112021982734543977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=112021982734543977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112021982734543977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/112021982734543977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111961574801871860</id><published>2005-06-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:22:28.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming.</title><content type='html'>today was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;hees. i spent the entire day&lt;br /&gt;with christine, sharon and honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 they made my day.&lt;br /&gt;yuck. i sound like a total and utter bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;EEUURRGGHH.&lt;br /&gt;hahas training was rather slack.&lt;br /&gt;then we went out for CHAITAOKUEY!&lt;br /&gt;yummy. it wasn't open for a lOOONG time.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was talking about the great food&lt;br /&gt;at bukit timah, dover, etc.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. we're such gluttons.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went kfc. i mean, SHARON went kfc.&lt;br /&gt;then we did work. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. though we didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;at 1, we went to SWIM! PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo. hahas played catching in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;[; honey kept attacking me!&lt;br /&gt;so i attacked her too.&lt;br /&gt;how sastisfying.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. we did the drying dance.&lt;br /&gt;shakes ass-&lt;br /&gt;haha. i shant elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we went to jap restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;they're food isn't the same as the display pic.&lt;br /&gt;the wasabi wasn't leaf shaped! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried shaping it.&lt;br /&gt;it was PRETTAH. like in the modern art sense.&lt;br /&gt;(: honey just doesn't know how to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i made a C, a leaf, a smiley face, and EYES.&lt;br /&gt;yeah EYES. not aherm.&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;THEN we did work again. okay christine and i did work.&lt;br /&gt;kept referring to the freaking dict. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i'd die without the dict. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;sharon and honey went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and soon, christine joined them.&lt;br /&gt;followed by me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't catch a wink at all.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was so freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid towel didn't cover me. hahahahs! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and when we attempted to sleep, all the nice songs came out.&lt;br /&gt;instead of when we were studying and all the irritating techno songs.&lt;br /&gt;pffhht. i wonder what drastic changes perfect 10 is gonna make.&lt;br /&gt;hees. THEN people started coming in. HOW ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;they went step step step stomp stomp stomp on the bed which i was sleeping on.&lt;br /&gt;YEECH. so i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;some irritating person was like&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP WAKE UP TRAINING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;I'M UP I'M UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! please!&lt;br /&gt;oops, okay that wasn't probably very polite.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111961574801871860?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111961574801871860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111961574801871860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up.&lt;br /&gt;get over it.&lt;br /&gt;get over yrself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get over me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is SO not what you think this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111961518620271716?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111961518620271716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111961518620271716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111961518620271716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111961518620271716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-over-it-get-over-yourself.html' title='get over it. get over yourself.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111944754483018895</id><published>2005-06-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:39:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>master yoda.</title><content type='html'>master yoda has cotton wool like hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111944754483018895?l=blackchimppig.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-13473876.post-111935144358698538</id><published>2005-06-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T03:57:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unjustified</title><content type='html'>i haven't finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE, aunty bk- hasn't sent me the interview&lt;br /&gt;thus i have no mood to do the rest of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless. wait, what's supposed to come after nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;HECK, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, there's a STUDY GROUP with sharon and nancy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;shall invite christine! after her leadership camp i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i missed going to sentosa today. or smth, whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm sure i'm going to do all my homework tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to the library on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what movie's out by then.&lt;br /&gt;other than batman begins.&lt;br /&gt;pffhht.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even panted today.&lt;br /&gt;as in during training.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS INFURIATING.&lt;br /&gt;now when i decided to start training hard,&lt;br /&gt;uncle michael's sets are become slacker.&lt;br /&gt;and we keep. doing. breaststroke!&lt;br /&gt;it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to pace.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got it. yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;though i don't htink it's just a matter of pacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA, this is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sophie kinsella books are GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;you should read them.&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111935144358698538?l=blackchimppig.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-13473876.post-111917590637085757</id><published>2005-06-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T03:11:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday party.</title><content type='html'>my swimming. officially. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;compared to practically ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;claire's so fast! ahh! hahahahah. her back's 33!&lt;br /&gt;that's so fast! like ~*DUH*~ HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind. (:&lt;br /&gt;my back was so slow cos i think i kinda slacked.&lt;br /&gt;and uncle michael was PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't even look at me, or at least i think so.&lt;br /&gt;cos he was wearing his sunglasses. but he ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;and didn't give me any sign of regcognition. fine!&lt;br /&gt;i shall TRY to train hard frm now on k?&lt;br /&gt;URGH. try try try!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe SCHOOL NATIONALS IS 2 WEEKS AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;o m g!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;okay. today was ant's party!&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN. and foodlicious.&lt;br /&gt;yummyYUMMYyummyYUMMYfood. (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;hershey's, ferrero rochers, smarties, m&amp;m's, crunchies, kitkats, dairyMILKthingys, milk duds, toblerone and milkybars. i bought this and some more for ant's and clara's bday. i think. hahaha. CHOCOLICIOUS! mmmmm. yummy. hahaha ant's gonna be BLOATED (:&lt;br /&gt;oops?&lt;br /&gt;hahaa then the beanbag had like a hole.&lt;br /&gt;and i just plomped on it.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing EXPLODED. like literally.&lt;br /&gt;okay, not THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,  it exploded.&lt;br /&gt;and it was raining styrofoam balls.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah and every one was picking it up.&lt;br /&gt;but some people were too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;just sat and stared at other PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;ahem. (&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs. okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;used the vacuum cleaner instead.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111917590637085757?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111917590637085757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111917590637085757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111917590637085757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111917590637085757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday-party.html' title='birthday party.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111890173175033191</id><published>2005-06-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:05:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EWW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall to pieces;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna sit and stare at EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;symptoms of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm not EWW;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to take a pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahs. ((:&lt;br /&gt;oops/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111890173175033191?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111890173175033191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111890173175033191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111890173175033191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111890173175033191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/eww.html' title='EWW.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111889628632360213</id><published>2005-06-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:22:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing with my life?</title><content type='html'>this is so depressing. the holidays are passing in a blink of an eye. now i'm only left with 1 week. and i haven't really accomplished anything. i feel like such a failure. almost everywhere around me, i see champions. people who are NEARperfection. that's just so demoralizing. like, eeks. i gotta stop doing that. it's so BIMBOTIC! hahaha. yeah, uhh like people who are smart, sporty and so on and so forth. i shant list all their accomplishments. that's just making it worse. and i'm just lazing around. bummer. pffhht. i'm not making much improvement in swimming too. boom i think mrs chan might actually regret accepting me into mgs, cos i probably won't even get into finals. nevermind. CHOIII. shan't curse myself. but if i stayed in crescent.&lt;br /&gt;-i shudder to think what would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i can't hide the feeling that i'm dreading the end of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;when i see keng mun's mother, i'm reminded of mrs chen.&lt;br /&gt;her mannerisms, her looks.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me that despite the holidays, i still have responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;and homework.&lt;br /&gt;imagine how depressing that is.&lt;br /&gt;having to look at a mrs chen lookalike during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;where i thought i'd be able to escape her dagger like stares&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow. where i get to interview aunty bk.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, i'll actually have the mood&lt;br /&gt;to finish the rest of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;which is, 2 jian bao, 2 zhou ji, and a bit of geog.&lt;br /&gt;i alr did thoughts and feelings, now i need to summarize the bloody thing.&lt;br /&gt;there's NONE ZILCH geographical happenings these days.&lt;br /&gt;it's so INFURIATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEECH.&lt;br /&gt;i AM DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF. urghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111889628632360213?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111889628632360213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111889628632360213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111889628632360213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111889628632360213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-am-i-doing-with-my-life.html' title='what am i doing with my life?'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111874993946570247</id><published>2005-06-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T04:52:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gstring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a word of advice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF yr ever gonna wear gstring.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, wear yr pants up higher&lt;br /&gt;when you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;it's GROSTEQUE.&lt;br /&gt;saw this indian woman wearing gstring sitting down&lt;br /&gt;at some pole thingy at clementi.&lt;br /&gt;her jeans were soo LOW.&lt;br /&gt;so u could see the.&lt;br /&gt;string. YEECH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111874993946570247?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111874993946570247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111874993946570247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111874993946570247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111874993946570247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/gstring.html' title='gstring.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111874649848874506</id><published>2005-06-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T03:54:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeech.</title><content type='html'>there's been A LOT of things going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been wanting to blog too.&lt;br /&gt;just don't have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;it seems so WRONG to blog about it here.&lt;br /&gt;shall blog about it at some other place.&lt;br /&gt;THIS blog is only for.&lt;br /&gt;cheerful stuff. i think.&lt;br /&gt;training sucks.&lt;br /&gt;without sharon and christine.&lt;br /&gt;with honey though, it aint that bad.&lt;br /&gt;she's my source of entertainment! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahs and i had to lead the whole stupid training&lt;br /&gt;uncle michael doesn't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've kind of brought it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;since i started slacking&lt;br /&gt;and not heeding his advice, and others.&lt;br /&gt;too late to regret now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;shall just do my best for competition .&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;christine!&lt;br /&gt;is a fast pig. how can she not come for 10 days&lt;br /&gt;AND DO A 27.&lt;br /&gt;yeech. i should skip training too. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;i SHOULD SERIOUSLY get started on the rest of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;instead of delaying it everytime&lt;br /&gt;like oh i'll do it after i read this chapter&lt;br /&gt;no, after THIS chapter.&lt;br /&gt;okay LAST chapter.&lt;br /&gt;OH WHO CARES THE WHOLE BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't do at all. it's so infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;i haf ABSOLUTELY no self control.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. i hate this i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;this shall not be a JOLLY CHEERFUL entry.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm not improving.&lt;br /&gt;that ssucks.&lt;br /&gt;and i do not wanna take part in any competitions.&lt;br /&gt;especially the stupid jcc one. it';s being held there!&lt;br /&gt;puhlease. the plunging boards arent fit for plunging.&lt;br /&gt;even hongming agrees.&lt;br /&gt;it's so freaking slippery.&lt;br /&gt;and uncle victor will insist on us participating.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so not ready for the upcoming competition.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm turning into a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;EWW. okay i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;cos bimbo's don't haf brains.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO! (((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;oh yay! hhahaahhas. okay&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HY. is it that when u go against someone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;someone popular, u'll be attempting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;social suicide? u'd be condemned, shunned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;discriminated. etc. i shant go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHY. is it that u hafta be in the RIGHT crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the cool crowd whatsoever. that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;that's just so unfair. some people just made a teeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;weeny mistake. and they'd be ignored and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;okay maybe it's not a teeny weeny mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;we shouldn't be scared of such people/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but we are. i am too.  &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAH this is a big joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111874649848874506?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111874649848874506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111874649848874506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111874649848874506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111874649848874506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeech.html' title='yeech.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111831507992332537</id><published>2005-06-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T04:10:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion?</title><content type='html'>hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we had a 6b reunion.&lt;br /&gt;not much of a reunion though.&lt;br /&gt;only zoey ruimin i rus neil zhenning abner and jiajun came.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;so we left aft a while&lt;br /&gt;zoey and i tried going into the staff room&lt;br /&gt;using the fingerprint thingy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the gymnasium. IT IS SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;looking at them doing the stunts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i loveee HENRY PARK! i wanna go back to being p6.&lt;br /&gt;jelita is being renovated now.&lt;br /&gt;BOO. didn't get to go 7/11&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! rus has this SUPER CUTE magician name card thingy.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;then zoey ruimin and i went to clementi macs.&lt;br /&gt;and ate fries. and fries. and fries.&lt;br /&gt;(: 3 packets in all. i'm such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! then ruimin's mom sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;wowwwie.&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS 4 CARS.&lt;br /&gt;so loaded.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. and her car is so SMOOTH.&lt;br /&gt;i put my food on it and it slided off.&lt;br /&gt;and broke.&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i watched sleepover again.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go out tomorrow, if i'm going (:&lt;br /&gt;should i fetch mommy from airport,&lt;br /&gt;or go out. (x&lt;br /&gt;DARNNIITT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111831507992332537?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111831507992332537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111831507992332537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111831507992332537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111831507992332537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/reunion.html' title='reunion?'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111821409822228472</id><published>2005-06-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:01:38.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apology.</title><content type='html'>HEY DAWN! i'm sorry k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111821409822228472?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111821409822228472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111821409822228472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111821409822228472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111821409822228472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/apology.html' title='apology.'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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-13473876.post-111828571628128893</id><published>2005-06-08T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:55:16.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brands.</title><content type='html'>aww man. there's something wrong with kor's user. the blogging thingy is in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's been disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;what is with people and BRANDS?&lt;br /&gt;are they so shallow that brands are all that matter?&lt;br /&gt;obviously, brands matter.&lt;br /&gt;but not to the extend where u actually discriminate people,&lt;br /&gt;if they don't wear brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, some people would even wear something really, REALLY ugly.&lt;br /&gt;as long it has the brand roxy plastered on it. (eeks becky, sounds familier? &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;brands do NOT make a person.&lt;br /&gt;even if it once did matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that there's anything wrong with caring.&lt;br /&gt;or wearing brands.&lt;br /&gt;but if yr that insecure that u need brands,&lt;br /&gt;to make you feel cool, or accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, i think yr in need of help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't dwell on the past, but on the present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111828571628128893?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111828571628128893/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>HUH?</title><content type='html'>okay. dawn's pissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not sure if i'm gonna go out with them, or 6b'04!&lt;br /&gt;oh man. this is confusing. and she keeps oi'ing me online!&lt;br /&gt;ahh. hahahas i wanna go out with BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i can't have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;ah ma fell today while she was trying to open the door&lt;br /&gt;apparently, xiao gugu had been shouting and calling from the outside&lt;br /&gt;for aunty mary to open the door, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;they probably tried calling me too. but the drilling outside was too LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;uhh. and aunty mary was bathing. i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, luckily it's nothing serious xD&lt;br /&gt;i ate old chang kee curry puff!&lt;br /&gt;yummy. it's so nice and crispy. whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;and after that i stuffed my face with, 2 chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;okay so my meals for that day TILL lunch consisted of.&lt;br /&gt;a bowl of noodles, another bowl of noodles, a muffin, a curry puff, and 2 CHICKEN WINGS!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i'm such a PIG.&lt;br /&gt;daddy and xiaogugu were talking, while i just stuffed my face.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas and went grocery shopping with xiao gugu!&lt;br /&gt;bought tonnes of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and she taught me a new word, i think it's a JACKHAMMER!&lt;br /&gt;yeah so cool, in aussie they have 4 seasons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go there!&lt;br /&gt;and i went for TRAINING!&lt;br /&gt;so fun. slacking is FUN.&lt;br /&gt;but I SHOULDN'T SLACK.&lt;br /&gt;COS SCHOOL NATIONALS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't even get into finals, but i shant put myself down.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST AND WILL GET INTO THE FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;this is so pressurizing.&lt;br /&gt;what with competitions friends homework.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;don't know who i should go with.&lt;br /&gt;i shall weigh the &lt;strong&gt;pros &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;cons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o k. so if i go with sharon and the guys i'll get to meet up with exclassmates&lt;br /&gt;something which i haven't actually done in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll make dawn and the girls pissed.&lt;br /&gt;if i go with dawn and the girls, i'll get to go out with them and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i'll have fun with the others too and i won't be able to meet them after such a long time whereas i can go out with the others another time.&lt;br /&gt;but dawn can only go out this week.&lt;br /&gt;and jc can't make it cos she has competition.&lt;br /&gt;OH DARN. this is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, xiao gugu said my brownies were nice.&lt;br /&gt;or not, she likes the TEXTURE.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i hope i dont get asthma.&lt;br /&gt;MUST DRINK ONLY HOT WATER.&lt;br /&gt;yes, hot water only.&lt;br /&gt;YEECH. i need advice.&lt;br /&gt;somebody, ANYBODY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13473876.post-111810581461054955</id><published>2005-06-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:58:59.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>((:</title><content type='html'>hahaha. went for training in the morning today!&lt;br /&gt;sets were quite easy, haha but stupid honey slacked off.&lt;br /&gt;left me with the younger ones at 9.30&lt;br /&gt;SLACKER!&lt;br /&gt;after much persuation, she treated me to a slurpee&lt;br /&gt;and korean maggi mee! (:&lt;br /&gt;we were actually thinking of getting a SUPER big gulp.&lt;br /&gt;but ants actually flowed out of the coke, or ice lemon tea thing.&lt;br /&gt;yeech. haah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first stop &lt;/strong&gt;- directly outside 7/11&lt;br /&gt;didn't even stay there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;and there were ants swarming around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second stop &lt;/strong&gt;- the bench next to first stop&lt;br /&gt;we were actually able to enjoy half our meal,&lt;br /&gt;haha and before the ants came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third and final stop&lt;/strong&gt; - at the round benches&lt;br /&gt;uncle michael came.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. hahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;we were able to finish the maggi mee!&lt;br /&gt;after honey squirted out bits of maggi mee out of her nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;wow, what an appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;eeks! hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to buy honey's new handphone cover.&lt;br /&gt;i think she has an entire collection of 10 or smth,&lt;br /&gt;honey's lame.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. then, went home to do my work!&lt;br /&gt;haha in air con. cutting newspaper articles for geog.&lt;br /&gt;who am i supposed to interview for the history assignment?&lt;br /&gt;aunty pek yee. hahahahas&lt;br /&gt;met up with ant and joyce at the library.&lt;br /&gt;stupid old indian security guard with a turban on his head.&lt;br /&gt;he scolded us cos we ate outside food.&lt;br /&gt;alng with other people/&lt;br /&gt;then when ant closed the box he got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;and asked her to put the granola in the locker! hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;(: and then we went long john's! yummy.&lt;br /&gt;i love their fries.&lt;br /&gt;got the swimming shirt alr.&lt;br /&gt;must. keep swimming.&lt;br /&gt;sharleen kicked joyceleen on the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;and it bled. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;never knew sharleen was the aggresive type.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i made BANANA SPLIT for da gugu and da guzhang.&lt;br /&gt;it was YUMMY. i think&lt;br /&gt;and i made BROWNIES from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;they taste funny.&lt;br /&gt;not like from the packet.&lt;br /&gt;i think they gave ah ma indigestion or smth.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13473876-111810581461054955?l=blackchimppig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/feeds/111810581461054955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13473876&amp;postID=111810581461054955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111810581461054955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13473876/posts/default/111810581461054955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackchimppig.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='((:'/><author><name>wilonaaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12975687754094670949</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></feed>
