<?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-5964915</id><updated>2011-04-27T13:41:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage dirtbag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964915.post-114518311483944651</id><published>2006-04-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:25:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therandomjunkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 3 years of blogging here, I got sick of my url so I decided to go for a change. still at blogger.com but different url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although now I want a livejournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114518311483944651?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114518311483944651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114518311483944651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114518311483944651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114518311483944651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=':}'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-114068990593936470</id><published>2006-02-23T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:18:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i have moved. &lt;/div&gt;i have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i have to move on. &lt;/div&gt;i have a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therandomjunkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://therandomjunkie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;leave me comments rather than tags because I decided tagboards take up spaces.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to link anyone. EVER. i think...&lt;br /&gt;you can always come back to this page, the tagboard and links and archives will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but now my favourite saying is, "&lt;strong&gt;SUCK IT UP&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I needed that harshness to try and get over things&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  like not being able to go to concerts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114068990593936470?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114068990593936470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114068990593936470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114068990593936470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114068990593936470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have.html' title='i have...'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-114035398585420836</id><published>2006-02-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:59:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah riiight.</title><content type='html'>I'm so *bwopdiejcriehruioehvhriuwhfuiohwvinritvaisueroew* that I'm going off to listen to Jack Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114035398585420836?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114035398585420836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114035398585420836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114035398585420836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114035398585420836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-riiight.html' title='yeah riiight.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-114027129678830216</id><published>2006-02-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:01:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon it'll all be gone.</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess its all downhill from here. Histroy and Geography CAs' screwed. Serious. I didn't study hard. I even MISSED OUT the Stevenson Screen thing. I forgot what climate and weather was about(definition). Today, I was trying to finish my Japanese class homework. IT WAS SO HARD! I even cried doing it. I asked my mom for help. She explain in details but I really didn't have the time as I was going to be late for lessons. This coming Friday, we have to do a presentation on our Literature CA project. I didn't join Caroline, Samantha Low and Priscilla to do the thing. WAIT. I think they didn't do it...  I THINK. Today, something worrying happened. I heard my mom talking about something about her CPF. Its very worrysome. I don't want to move out of this house. GOD. I know I've always been asking for a chance to do my own room... BUT I don't mean it in this way. really. This house is so convenient. Buses go anyway. Mrt station right beside. 2 7-Elevens... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a fixed. I mean, okay, maybe I shouldn't assume until my mom really confirms it and tell me something. I am still waiting for the thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114027129678830216?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114027129678830216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114027129678830216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114027129678830216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114027129678830216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/soon-itll-all-be-gone.html' title='soon it&apos;ll all be gone.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-114016550778419082</id><published>2006-02-17T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:38:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Charlotte and I went to Priscilla's house to study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived at her house, we, traditionally, went straight for the computer to slack for a little while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Priscilla's brother's room. They have 2 computers now. So, I used the one at the 'lobby' while she uses the one in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0937.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0937.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0946.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go out to her room's 'balcony'. I went on taking few pictures of the clouds.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0950.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0947.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlotte came, we studied, we pigged out and then we left for our own home around 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114016550778419082?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114016550778419082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114016550778419082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114016550778419082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114016550778419082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-charlotte-and-i-went-to.html' title='Yesterday, Charlotte and I went to Priscilla&apos;s house to study.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964915.post-114016103716221438</id><published>2006-02-17T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:23:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, you're it!</title><content type='html'>Rules -The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp;amp; leave a comment on their page saying they have been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;2) Love me more.&lt;br /&gt;3) Respect.&lt;br /&gt;4) Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;5) Share some of the same interest as me.&lt;br /&gt;6) Someone who can talk more than me.&lt;br /&gt;7) lip rings?&lt;br /&gt;8) something positive la... can't think of a dream guy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;Samira&lt;br /&gt;nura... (i want to see an older's view.)&lt;br /&gt;Cherlynn&lt;br /&gt;Licia&lt;br /&gt;Evangeline&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Samantha LOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-114016103716221438?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/114016103716221438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=114016103716221438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114016103716221438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/114016103716221438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113992356754588425</id><published>2006-02-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:26:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless on VALENTINE'S</title><content type='html'>Hershey's Kisses for them,&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's Kisses for me.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for them,&lt;br /&gt;none for me.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers die in these hands of mine,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm no green-fingered girl.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers play great part in nature,&lt;br /&gt;they add colour to the greens.&lt;br /&gt;Though I ain't no nature's girl&lt;br /&gt;but I do not wish to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's Kisses for me,&lt;br /&gt;candies and chocolates too.&lt;br /&gt;Thing that are practical or edible,&lt;br /&gt;nothing display-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I am not anti-romance.&lt;br /&gt;Just simply hopeless in 'Romance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Freda Mie Seto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113992356754588425?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113992356754588425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113992356754588425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113992356754588425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113983656369909697?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113983656369909697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113983656369909697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113983656369909697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113983656369909697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/02/closure.html' title='closure.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113853637280567910</id><published>2006-01-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:06:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;My computer screen was sent for repairs.&lt;br /&gt;Probably done by next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113853637280567910?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113853637280567910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113853637280567910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113853637280567910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113853637280567910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113740962897797862</id><published>2006-01-16T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:07:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie, the Junkie of all Junk.</title><content type='html'>I am Please to inform you that there's another concert that's going to be smashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smashd.rocks.it/"&gt;www.smashd.rocks.it/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GOING TO BE HAPPENING!!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan will be performing.&lt;br /&gt;Ronin will be there.&lt;br /&gt;It an event you can wear a mohawk and not get despised at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113740962897797862?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113740962897797862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113740962897797862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113740962897797862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113740962897797862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/junkie-junkie-of-all-junk.html' title='Junkie, the Junkie of all Junk.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113740670564734430</id><published>2006-01-16T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:18:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/kcc8j7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha is nice.&lt;br /&gt;I love my new bra.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should give up on saving up for a stupid Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone's dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's breath stink.&lt;br /&gt;My breath stinks.&lt;br /&gt;It always has.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;That's why.&lt;br /&gt;And hence I don't talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want that stinky breath to pollute the air.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I'll just drink more water till I'm hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to people who has suffered of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113740670564734430?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113740670564734430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113740670564734430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113740670564734430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113740670564734430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113715010695370937</id><published>2006-01-13T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:05:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/k483dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. By the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK FOR GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: &lt;strong&gt;Raffles Girls School (Secondary)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When : &lt;strong&gt;4th February 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Suns (ex-Boredphucks!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electrico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Grand Boulevard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossbred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skyjuice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission Fee: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts at 6:00pm&lt;br /&gt;First 40 to arrive will receive a free ROCK FOR GOOD poster, designed by echoist. &lt;a href="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/1005/rfgposter12oj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/1005/rfgposter12oj.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds from this event will go towards Music For Good, for their primary beneficiaries: youths-at-risk, youths/children with illnesses and under-privileged youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a smoke and alcohol free event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band merchandise and refreshments will be sold during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outside food allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be limited tickets sold at the door on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who wants to go, Freda will be going around in &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; collecting your ticket orders and money if you want to purchase. Please tell your friends who are interested too. SPREAD THE GOOD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;By the way, just tell them about this event then give Freda their names. She'll find them and do the nescassaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113715010695370937?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113715010695370937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113715010695370937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113715010695370937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113715010695370937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113680911168328479</id><published>2006-01-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:18:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's wrong with studying tomorrow? there's no school tomorrow right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm either going to move site or... continue here.&lt;br /&gt;but i think new site is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;but continuing here saves my legacy.&lt;br /&gt;my past.&lt;br /&gt;my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;see!!&lt;br /&gt;that's how much i've been paying attention in SCHOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113680911168328479?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113680911168328479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113680911168328479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113680911168328479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113680911168328479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-wrong-with-studying-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113646094477314559</id><published>2006-01-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:35:44.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Freda...</title><content type='html'>... will accept and do my job as a chairperson -as there is nothing to fear for there will be help from the other members- and use this to my advantage of wanting to become more responsible and... NEAT- . I will be MOOOOOOORE sensitive, alert, responsible, neat, confident and outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom forgot my dinner again! She forgot its Thursday and that I have uking tuition at 8. But its alright. I've a plan. When I come home, I'll immediately watch that show Ronin's gonna be on till 10. At 10, I'll switch to Channel 5 for Law and Order: SVU and eat SLOOOOOOWLY till the show ends at 11. I'll pack my school bag then shower and dry my hair till its 12 - have to watch the earlier parts of the Ronin thinggy at 11.30- then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW ISN'T THAT A GOOD PLAN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school for school singers, took some pictures of our new school, came back took a nap, went back to Toa Payoh and had Class Comm meeting at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAM. THIS BLOG IS STILL "FREDA-ISH" SO YOU BETTER COME BACK TO THE GOOD SIDE AND START TAGGING AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113646094477314559?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113646094477314559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113646094477314559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113646094477314559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113646094477314559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-freda.html' title='I, Freda...'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113638003503132928</id><published>2006-01-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:07:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freda feels shitty now...</title><content type='html'>because her mom is stereotyping the bed time of a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9PM! like how am i suppose to just plonk onto the bed and SLEEP!?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was CSI deprived and I couldn't sleep till 2am.&lt;br /&gt;She should have just let me watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I can't watch anything from 9-11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113638003503132928?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113638003503132928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113638003503132928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113638003503132928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113638003503132928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/freda-feels-shitty-now.html' title='freda feels shitty now...'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113637933645208010</id><published>2006-01-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:55:36.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame Gummi Glo Worms...</title><content type='html'>for making me a uking chairperson.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am not RESPONSIBLE and HARDWORKING and... neat.&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's big, i hate my shoes, i'm not really happy with the teachers that are going to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113637933645208010?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113637933645208010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113637933645208010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113637933645208010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113637933645208010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-blame-gummi-glo-worms.html' title='I blame Gummi Glo Worms...'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113629169258639060</id><published>2006-01-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:34:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREDA IS...</title><content type='html'>... constipated.&lt;br /&gt;... going to make another resolution list because of what Father Stephen said.&lt;br /&gt;... crying because her mom wants me to sleep by 9.&lt;br /&gt;... crying because if she have to sleep by 9, she can't watch CSI, which she missed 5 episodes so far.&lt;br /&gt;... miserable because she can't watch anymore shows later than 10pm, like Grey's Anatomy which play really nice and appropriate songs.&lt;br /&gt;... going to make a new kind of blog.&lt;br /&gt;... going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;... going to eat and go over to the corner and sulk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113629169258639060?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113629169258639060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113629169258639060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113629169258639060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113629169258639060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/freda-is.html' title='FREDA IS...'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113604887054146533</id><published>2006-01-01T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:07:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's 2006.&lt;br /&gt;the star of it, when mom and i were just at our doorstep, some people from the other block were celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;then, one shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting more.&lt;br /&gt;But there was this silence.&lt;br /&gt;So i shouted back, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another guy screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;And you know why I bothered to mention this?&lt;br /&gt;It was the first neighbourhood interaction I ever had during my whole 5 years living in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy new year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the fun soon stopped.&lt;br /&gt;my mom was watching news, wanting to see how other countries celebrated their new year countdown.&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere was just FIREWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;okay, then she heard "blast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;"what blast?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out, they were announcing there was an explosion in Indonesia today.&lt;br /&gt;*TUT TUT. TSK TSK*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113604887054146533?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113604887054146533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113604887054146533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113604887054146533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113604887054146533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113601280491913957</id><published>2005-12-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:06:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING! : the following contents may shock you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My New Year Resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more hygenic &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(stop biting nails, wash face with facial foam everyday, floss teeth everyday-wth, wipe after wash, scrub really hard when soaping myself...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more hardworking &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(do homework myself and ask for help, revise everyday, do revision, try and concentrate in lessons and not wonder...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more kind, patient, caring &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(stop ignoring, do my best to 'tahan' and help whoever's asking, be more sensitive when someone's crying, JUST BE HELPFUL...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my best in whatever I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do my best to pretend whatever mom's saying is music and answer in one word to avoid anger between us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be optimistic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have more courage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and enjoy things I don't&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fucking&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(tuition, maths, piano...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TOUCH THAT ROLLERBLADE AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my dad gave it to me, it cost $100+ and I've not rollerbladed for more than 1 year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPPORT THE LOCAL SCENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(buy their cds, merchandises, go to gigs...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a good friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop showering without continuos water running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since my mom goes to budget, I shall too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog at least 3 times a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice, practice, practice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come online only after doing the necessary stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and straighten my back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell/giveaway my unwanted, good conditioned stuffs (CDs, books...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more mature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. There's more. But that's all I have now. Have a good new year resolution thinking people, and a happy 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113601280491913957?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113601280491913957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113601280491913957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113601280491913957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113601280491913957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/warning-following-contents-may-shock.html' title='WARNING! : the following contents may shock you'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113587187007996564</id><published>2005-12-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:57:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wishlist.</title><content type='html'>My Christmas Wishlist 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall Out Boy CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The All-American Rejects CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie Cullum CD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;MySpace CD(some compilation la..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit to Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;More concerts/gigs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase salary for my mom's job so that she'll be more willing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Converse shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digital camera/SLR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video camera (if the digital camera, if i get, do not have video function)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MP3 Player/Discman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;big ang bao ( -_-' ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIMS 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;there. THANK YOU lord. THANK YOU people. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sims 2 by next year, promised by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;all-american rejects "move along" from ruth when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;converse shoe from mom by year-end sales.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT FOB CDS ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113587187007996564?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113587187007996564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113587187007996564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113587187007996564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113587187007996564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/wishlist.html' title='the wishlist.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113566761776478115</id><published>2005-12-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:13:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother never fails to disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;And sam tan is frustrated with me ranting about my tantrums to my mom's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my brother yesterday if the MP3 player was still okay to buy. He said, "Sold out already..." FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I just woke up, he told me this, "Mie, I've bad news for you. I can't get SIMS 2 for you this month. I can only get it for you next month. Unless you can contribute $30..."&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to contribute $30.&lt;br /&gt;Its like... I'm paying 60% for my christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, its no-FUCKING-surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;The last time my brother told me he would bring me to HMV and get me a CD for christmas, he forgot all about it and spent the money on some music or -FOR ALL YOU KNOW!?- cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping with my mom yesterday. I can NEVER shop happily with my mom. True. And there was this sudden urge for me to pierce my ears. But sudden flashbacks when I was young came to my mind. GUNSHOT PIERCING. That was super pain.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Can I just pierce one ear?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No. How can? One ear piercings are for GUYS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113566761776478115?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113566761776478115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113566761776478115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113566761776478115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113566761776478115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-brother-never-fails-to-disappoint.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113552854197792878</id><published>2005-12-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:35:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How bad can we get? We forgot our password to log on to our class blog. Funny!! Hahahahahahaha. Just makes me want to laugh. I wanted to log in and delete it anyway, but then I remembered everyone forgot the password so now the blog is going to be there forever. For your information, OUR CLASS PICTURE IS THERE!!!! That's something people should give a damn about.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'll just go and make a new one okay?&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bother. We'll be too busy next year to UPDATE EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;STREAMING&lt;br /&gt;MORE HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;MORE STRESS&lt;br /&gt;MORE TUITION&lt;br /&gt;MORE MORE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;besides, its our last year to be together as 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its kind of cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113552854197792878?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113552854197792878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113552854197792878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113552854197792878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113552854197792878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-bad-can-we-get-we-forgot-our.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113531685901369369</id><published>2005-12-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:47:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. You see that jukebox above the tagboard? Its music. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt; I actually don't quite like putting music on my blog already. BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas time and these are christmas songs compiled by someone from S.O.F.T. So thank you!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't autoplay so you have to do it yourself by clicking the song and wait for it to ZAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. 10 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'm not going to tag anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm fickled minded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a SLOTH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like Sesame Street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think The Excorcist is NOT SCARY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like the RADIO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love CDs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dig my ear every 2 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not anticipating Christmas this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not looking forward to Chinese New Year next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RANDOM!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There... I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OVER IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113531685901369369?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113531685901369369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113531685901369369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113531685901369369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113531685901369369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113527207642374788</id><published>2005-12-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:21:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Look at this.&lt;br /&gt;"See? My father's so kind! When he gave you the ang-bao, I was already like "oh freda's rich now." He's kind. Very kind. Just like ME!"&lt;br /&gt;Guess who said that to me today.&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. They're kind. Her dad gave me ang bao.&lt;br /&gt;I will not tell you HOW MUCH because I don't want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm going to use this money to buy me the iRiver MP3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hegavemefiftydollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113527207642374788?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113527207642374788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113527207642374788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113527207642374788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113527207642374788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay_23.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113518103867857306</id><published>2005-12-22T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:03:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, I think my printing ink is going to die. I've still my locker pictures to print but I've been using the coloured ink to print greeting cards. The ink is like, $40 PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in 2 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113518103867857306?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113518103867857306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113518103867857306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113518103867857306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113518103867857306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh-i-think-my-printing-ink-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113500730529236509</id><published>2005-12-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:48:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i'll find time to post about my oh-so-wonderful trip to China. I love Benita and Samantha. And Ruth. I must say, 1/3 of my christmas list has been fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;SO WIERD.&lt;br /&gt;first time ever. And LICIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/procrastination.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to procrastinate alot. So I think I'll RANDOM after I'm done with my "essay" on the China trip thinggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113500730529236509?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113500730529236509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113500730529236509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113500730529236509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113500730529236509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113492186568237749</id><published>2005-12-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:04:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a freaking DUSTY AND DIRTY car we saw in China. Marilyn wrote the words. Hehe... I'll try to get an account on some shit photobucket thinggy then I'll let you guys see other pics. I took videos too but I think I'll delete them. My voice fucking SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113492186568237749?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113492186568237749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113492186568237749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113492186568237749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113492186568237749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-was-freaking-dusty-and-dirty-car.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113448198491430749</id><published>2005-12-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:53:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a hotel in Vietnam and there's internet access!!&lt;br /&gt;But of course, they didn't allow any access to blog-visitings so I can't check stuffs. Marilyn has been a GREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT 'friend'.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she's beside me. So she is a GREAT FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;-freda! tt is so much better!-&lt;br /&gt;This is called SUNLIGHT HOTEL. Its the best hotel SO FAR. Big room, nice toilet, hair dryers, FREE INTERNET ACCESS!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to blog when I'm home or find free access.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113448198491430749?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113448198491430749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113448198491430749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113448198491430749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113448198491430749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-people-check-this-out-im-in-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113420619605189251</id><published>2005-12-10T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:16:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE!! I'm IN the AIRPORT now! This is so cool. But I really hate the computer. It's good because its screen is LCD. The bad parts are the internet connection and the keyboard. Slow and stiff. I was having fun using the free calls thing. Yep. But unfortunately I couldn't really remember people that would be free to answer my calls who are free. So it was kind of wasted. I'm scared la... It was raining so heavily just now and its drizzling now. I haven't got the chance to use what I bought yesterday because I was afraid the battery wouldn't last for 7 days!!  Anyway, Marilyn brought her CHARGER so its fine, I guess. Oh, WHOEVER WANTS TO TAG ME AGAIN, I'LL CASTRATE YOU! Hahahahahaahahahaa... No la. I'll do the tag when I'm back okay?? Yeah. I've 5 minutes left on this computer so I'll go browsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113420619605189251?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113420619605189251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113420619605189251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113420619605189251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113420619605189251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-people-im-in-airport-now-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113414299104351260</id><published>2005-12-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:43:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man. I've got morbid anger. I shan't go into details. I shan't tell you! I cleaned the whole house today by myself. *with shortcuts* hahaahhahahaa. I bought something that cost me $640 today. My mom's still skeptical about it. She warned me not to show it off to you guys or bring it to school or let anyone know. Oh well... I'm off to read the manual. I'll be back next sunday because I'm off to China!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113414299104351260?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113414299104351260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113414299104351260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113414299104351260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113414299104351260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/man.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113396448418109246</id><published>2005-12-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:08:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Rules of the game. Post 5 weird things or random facts about yourself.then at the end of the list ,5 names that are in line to do this . Dont forget to leave a comment 'youve been tagged' in their blog to read yours."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm an introvert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am fussy about toilets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to streak my hair orange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M FREDA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;the lucky draw results &lt;strong&gt;(i don't care. you BETTER DO IT or I'll stalk you!)&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan&lt;br /&gt;- Nura/pepperrr&lt;br /&gt;- CCLIA&lt;br /&gt;- Dharma&lt;br /&gt;- Licia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113396448418109246?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113396448418109246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113396448418109246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113396448418109246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113396448418109246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/rules-of-game.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113352412543049981</id><published>2005-12-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:48:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fucking sad. Just to make things easier for you guys if you wanted to tag my board or go to my links, i rearranged the codes and now i lost my ARCHIVES!&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see what I can do la.&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113352412543049981?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113352412543049981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113352412543049981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113352412543049981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113352412543049981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-fucking-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113335476433729817</id><published>2005-11-30T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:44:16.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY CHRISTMAS WISHLIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall Out Boy CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The All-American Rejects CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamie Cullum CD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MySpace CD(some compilation la..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit to Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More concerts/gigs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase salary for my mom's job so that she'll be more willing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Converse shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digital camera/SLR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video camera (if the digital camera, if i get, do not have video function)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MP3 Player/Discman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big ang bao ( -_-' )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIMS 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. These are of course materialistical stuff. I don't want to tell you the "all-depends-on-yourself" wishlist.&lt;/p&gt;*this &lt;enter&gt;blogging is shit. keep paragraphing so much...*&lt;br /&gt;oh. its working now..&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, someone tried to steal my socks from my open door, locked gate.&lt;br /&gt;LAst week, some body tried to pester/prank/stalk/whateveryouwanttocallit claiming he was "david" and all..&lt;br /&gt;on friday, someone called my house at 1.20am WHISPERING (WTF!?coward.) and i can't make out what the fuck was he saying. I thought I heard, "OPEN THE DOOR" Of course he was whispering. such a fucking coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just because you think you're whispering, the police(if i was a petty bitch who decided to report it) can't make out who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just because you're using some "private line"(possibly payphone.cheapskate...) the police (then again, if iwas a petty bitch who reported it) can't trace where you were calling from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had another PCK gathering outing. Licia told us RYAN, the singapore's first beatboxing champion(right?) is on LIME. i'll blog again next time.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER CHRISTMAS because i don't want my christmas wishlist to be covered.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ipop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113335476433729817?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113335476433729817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113335476433729817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113335476433729817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113335476433729817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/firstly-my-christmas-wishlist-fall-out.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113300636999082240</id><published>2005-11-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:59:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm down with a flu. And my mom has been making me take her OH-SO-MIRACULOUS health products... When I take the stupid milkshake, it makes me really full and bloated till past the next meal time. Then my mom would think I am starving myself just to make myself skinny and prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'm off to &lt;a href="http://-conversations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://-conversations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113300636999082240?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113300636999082240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113300636999082240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113300636999082240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113300636999082240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-down-with-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113266005839460327</id><published>2005-11-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:47:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched Harry Potter GoF today with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't scary AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe, oh well, he's mourning was alright...&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson really looked OLD.&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Grint, I don't like the hair style.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who acted as Ginny, PRETTIER.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who acted as Neville Longbottom, better looking, except for teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I', so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Excorcism of Emily Rose yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;TERRIFIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113266005839460327?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113266005839460327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113266005839460327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113266005839460327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113266005839460327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-harry-potter-gof-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113248367543812436</id><published>2005-11-20T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:47:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>computers made in china: suck or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer. hp pavilion f1703. The screen has been changed 3 times already all in one year. We bought it late last year around August or so. This time, the screen really PISS ME OFF. Its been blinking non stop and its been switching on and off with a 5 sec pause in between. Something like that... Anyway, my daily routine has to be changed. I can only "tahan" the screen if I really need to go online. Otherwise, I am online for a maximum of a fucking BAD unpleasant 20 mins MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm going to "tahan." I'll be very busy this whole week, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Choir[morning]&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Choir[morning], Harry Potter G.O.F with Sam Tan[after choir]&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Choir[morning], *unconfirmed*catechism class outing[afternoon], sneak previews of ROCK SCHOOL with Sam Tan[evening]&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- ...&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I have nothing from THURSDAY onwards. But I stilll have to make time to do my Japanese homework, practice for that Hippo Tour (someone told me it was compulsory but its not... fuck), and yeah.. I STILL HAVE TO CLEAN MY MESS IN THE STUDY, ROOM AND PIANO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off to visit &lt;a href="http://-conversations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://-conversations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113248367543812436?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113248367543812436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113248367543812436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113248367543812436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113248367543812436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/computers-made-in-china-suck-or-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113229815425202181</id><published>2005-11-18T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:15:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a bad sleep today. My mom woke me up with her infamous scream. She saw a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COCKROACH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then after she sprayed it dead with the very oh-so-toxifying pesticide, she left for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An hour later after I went back to sleep, my brother's friends kept calling and my brother was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT I WAS NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So instead of him getting the phone, I had to get it for him 3 times and I was so damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113229815425202181?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113229815425202181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113229815425202181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113229815425202181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113229815425202181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-bad-sleep-today.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113220412827752973</id><published>2005-11-17T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:08:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSN CONVO WITH SAM TAN #1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;elmo's emo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;......................... yea. elmo's emo and big bird's punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ZOE'Z POP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oscar...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;who's oscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U noe? oscar the green slimy thing tt lives in a smelly dustbin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oh ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He's garage metal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yay. I've always loved sesame street. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What about powerpuff girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;electronica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then pokemon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&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/5964915-113220412827752973?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113220412827752973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113220412827752973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113220412827752973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113220412827752973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/msn-convo-with-sam-tan-1.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113169339627938648</id><published>2005-11-11T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:16:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm off to see the Wizard...&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful Wizard of Oz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm not off to see him. I'm off to my Church camp. Catechism camp.&lt;br /&gt;I've not pack.&lt;br /&gt;I've not rewritten my journal.&lt;br /&gt;I've not get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT READY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;no handphones.&lt;br /&gt;so please msg me and wait till sunday or wait till sunday then msg me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113169339627938648?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113169339627938648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113169339627938648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113169339627938648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113169339627938648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-off-to-see-wizard.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113162558813716518</id><published>2005-11-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:26:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why on earth did my brother sign up for SingTel's stupid broadband services, WITHOUT ASKING/TELLING/CONSULTING MY MOM!?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. He did that earlier this year but...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's starting to fuck up alot.&lt;br /&gt;It's acting like a screwed bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I can't see or upload pictures on oh-so-beloved deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I CAN'T SEE ANY PICTURES AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even go to yahoo and view Hil Darrrf's video for some "Beat of My Heart" song.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my brother should know better.&lt;br /&gt;He signed up for handphone plans and now my mom and I are stuck with 3 (used to be 4) lines. I'm using this unbelievable line by M1.&lt;br /&gt;They charge absurbly!!&lt;br /&gt;My hand-me-downs are really sucky and bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid broadband.&lt;br /&gt;stupid phoneline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can vampires get AIDS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113162558813716518?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113162558813716518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113162558813716518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113162558813716518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113162558813716518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-on-earth-did-my-brother-sign-up.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113152509911590263</id><published>2005-11-09T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:31:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She wants me to hang out the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to fold the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I fold for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;I clean for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to wash toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I wash for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to go to school and collect my schoolbooks for next year.&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought its going to be home delivered?&lt;br /&gt;But she lost her chequebook.&lt;br /&gt;Now she expects me to carry my books all the way from school to home all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if she let me take taxi.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to climb bridges.&lt;br /&gt;Walk down slopes.&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to either carry them back home then go out.&lt;br /&gt;Or I bring them out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113152509911590263?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113152509911590263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113152509911590263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113152509911590263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113152509911590263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-wants-me-to-hang-out-clothes.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113145511725000954</id><published>2005-11-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:05:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.wimp.com/fathertribute/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking sad.&lt;br /&gt;I watched twice and cried alot twice.&lt;br /&gt;go watch now or&lt;br /&gt;you shall burn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113145511725000954?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113145511725000954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113145511725000954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113145511725000954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113145511725000954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113143314503222857</id><published>2005-11-08T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:02:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever they meant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113143314503222857?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113143314503222857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113143314503222857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113143314503222857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113143314503222857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113133006529279721</id><published>2005-11-07T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:35:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 year olds are stil kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only mature when you're about 16, 17. Here's 2 examples of why 13 year olds are not mature enough and we still have to listen to our parents. Its a text messaging bitchfight between Elizah and me. It happened last Friday. There's more before these few but I had to delete them because there weren't enough space.&lt;br /&gt;This is for &lt;strong&gt;real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizah&lt;/strong&gt;: Fine sorry... Its the story ends.. Don't say things about Ppl just because of the small mistake they did.. Judging Ppl doesnt help no shit. and i don't give a fuck if fuck is overrated..thats for lifeless Ppl like you who don't have anything to do and think about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: How contradicting! you still replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizah&lt;/strong&gt;: Watch your words ar Freda. YOU don't talk so much la. you call me a hypocrite and you still talk to shruthi right when u say u don't like her right bitch! and i don't ask my bro stupid fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I didn't call you hypocrite. Although at times u sound like one. I was referring to rebecca.I can still talk to shruthi even if i don't like her.there's no rule about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizah&lt;/strong&gt;: you called me..and u are the real hypocrite and liar! at least i told shruthi off... not like you still acting like her friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: so you think me talking to shruthi is acting? u're one too.u don't know? everyone is a hypocrite and a liar. u've never lied? u've never say something and yet not do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizah&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm talking about u being friends with shruthi so u don't pull other Ppl in. I'm not saying I'm not. I'm saying u are one too so u have no rights to talk about Ppl. so finally my point is don't talk about Ppl when u don't know about urself. that is it... n don't forget... u have changed. so did samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: so much for rights... that's kind of biase. i've got the right to talk about others but u. u think u VIP... u've got the right to talk. i've got one. everyone's got it.&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 year olds are very contradictive.&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/5964915-113133006529279721?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113133006529279721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113133006529279721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113133006529279721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113133006529279721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/13-year-olds-are-stil-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113128506299524106</id><published>2005-11-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:51:03.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WONDER ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people comment on sucky deviants? (like mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the page feels EMPTY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether our veins are elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since they're flexible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the limit to our veins' flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know when they'll... burst whatsoever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tight real corsets were when they're worn last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw one silk corset today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS A SHOUTBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got zero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  Sam left for GOLD COAST today and I can't wait for her to bring me back BEEF JERKY and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bubble gums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113128506299524106?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113128506299524106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113128506299524106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113128506299524106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113128506299524106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113111824774606400</id><published>2005-11-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:30:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched skyhigh yesterday. I forgot to say. I like Peace Warren. I want to be that ice girl who ended up dancing with him. He beats Harry Potter. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- He's older.&lt;br /&gt;- He's better looking.&lt;br /&gt;- He's more mascular and didn't over do it.&lt;br /&gt;- He's got long hair.&lt;br /&gt;- He fires.&lt;br /&gt;- He's tough.&lt;br /&gt;- He's STEVEN STRAITS.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look... hollywood-ish/gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will stronghold guy seems nice to.. but oh well. can't be compared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113111824774606400?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113111824774606400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113111824774606400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113111824774606400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113111824774606400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-skyhigh-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113103332890787492</id><published>2005-11-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:55:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhh</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Benita's house. Her NEW house is... *scratch head* Ask Sam Tan or Ruth la. English pros...&lt;br /&gt;There's choir tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's band jamming session tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do tomorrow after choir.&lt;br /&gt;*Hint Hint*&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO TO THAT FUCKING JAM SESSION.&lt;br /&gt;To experience, to know, to think about what jamming is all about. To know what my brother has been doing these few... weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I just heard him practice some... tune. Not sure if he composed it but oh well, it sounds nice. I finished an artwork. Okay, not art work but.. some photo manipulation. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;It's got West Grand Boulevard and Ronin. This means the WGB banner is going away from that RANDOM page!&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm happy but, I mean, like does anyone ever read these?&lt;br /&gt;I want to post that art work here but... I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIPPERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. Rippers are horrible. They take whatever you made/display/did/whatsoever and claim it as their own, or don't credit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RIPPERS SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113103332890787492?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113103332890787492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113103332890787492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113103332890787492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113103332890787492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/blahhh.html' title='blahhh'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113084524294866140</id><published>2005-11-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:40:42.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my intestines are going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for irritating posts... FLAME ME ALL YOU WANT I DON'T FUCKING CARE BITCHES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that is something or better than what SP IC boards have. They are wanting MODS. I kind of like All-American Rejects messegboard better because there are MODS, the people are friendlier though the posts are sometimes... Oh well, FINE.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even talking about this? I should be talking about how FUN AND GREAT ice skating was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that fun, it was not that great. The rink was crowded, the skate shoes were wet, the shoes were uncomfortable... Oh well. Terrible. I fell down once, or twice, because SOME PEOPLE were pushing or grabbing in sudden desperation to prevent falls. LOL. Oh fuck. what's gotten into me? I'm starting to like the sound of LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me now... ELLE-OH-ELLE (lol).&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but LOL. lol.... hahaahha. It's irritating to the eyes but addictive to the ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113084524294866140?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113084524294866140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113084524294866140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113084524294866140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113084524294866140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-full.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113076608342664376</id><published>2005-10-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:41:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear... er... blog.&lt;br /&gt;BLOG! Oh my beloved blog. Where art me?&lt;br /&gt;hehe... I was busy keeping myself busy and when I was busy, I couldn't blog. My brother obviously forgot about my POEM to him after the day he saw it. He started smoking in the house... KITCHEN TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE SMOKING!!"&lt;br /&gt;"No la. I'm shitting la..."&lt;br /&gt;What a joke. The cigg smell came strongly from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113076608342664376?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113076608342664376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113076608342664376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113076608342664376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113076608342664376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113016234313657280</id><published>2005-10-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:59:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for my brother, written especially by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;when he turns 18.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I dread the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound all bad to you,&lt;br /&gt;but that's because you don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 is the legal age,&lt;br /&gt;when sex, beer and smoking is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll go to jail instead of juvenile court.&lt;br /&gt;Being accused of staturory rape is POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;So better be careful,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET DRUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's been waiting for this day,&lt;br /&gt;when things can be done freely.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking, drinking and staying out late.&lt;br /&gt;No need much parental advisory on these.&lt;br /&gt;("I'VE GOT MY OWN MIND NOW!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But brother, let me warn you now,&lt;br /&gt;if you should smoke or drink or play around,&lt;br /&gt;be sure I am never around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more smoking in the house,&lt;br /&gt;(what for? you're at the legal age!)&lt;br /&gt;and don't you dare get drunk at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING is possible, without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;these are just precautions to help.&lt;br /&gt;So please dear brother, abide just these.&lt;br /&gt;Abide it till you've got a place of your own!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113016234313657280?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113016234313657280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113016234313657280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113016234313657280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113016234313657280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-for-my-brother-written.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-113016219413864351</id><published>2005-10-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:56:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>This is for my brother, written especially by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;when he turns 18.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I dread the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound all bad to you,&lt;br /&gt;but that's because you don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 is the legal age,&lt;br /&gt;when sex, beer and smoking is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll go to jail instead of juvenile court.&lt;br /&gt;Being accused of staturory rape is POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;So better be careful,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET DRUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's been waiting for this day,&lt;br /&gt;when things can be done freely.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking, drinking and staying out late.&lt;br /&gt;No need much parental advisory on these.&lt;br /&gt;("I'VE GOT MY OWN MIND NOW!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But brother, let me warn you now,&lt;br /&gt;if you should smoke or drink or play around,&lt;br /&gt;be sure I am never around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more smoking in the house,&lt;br /&gt;(what for? you're at the legal age!)&lt;br /&gt;and don't you dare get drunk at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING is possible, without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;these are just precautions to help.&lt;br /&gt;So please dear brother, abide just these.&lt;br /&gt;Abide it till you've got a place of your own!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-113016219413864351?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/113016219413864351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=113016219413864351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113016219413864351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/113016219413864351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112987607597939130</id><published>2005-10-21T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:27:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today. Lucky me. My mom allowed. I told her I was late for school already and we are not doing anything except checking of papers. So she agreed. I got the house to myself. I woke up at 11 plus. I got the computer. I got to watch Survivor: Guatamala. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we checked our English, Science, History and Literature. Man, do I hate noises. Everyone can't keep their mouth shut for a while. Everytime a teachers stops talking, they start talking and screaming. Such a big turn off. Can't they talk softly? Always get so hyper that they talk louder than the colour HOT PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53, 58.5, 65, 64.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the marks respectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112987607597939130?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112987607597939130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112987607597939130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112987607597939130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112987607597939130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112971815035018028</id><published>2005-10-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:35:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype.com</title><content type='html'>Now, about skype.com ... People, you can't just sit on your chair and dumbly talk to your computer screen. Yeah, like I would believe... Brendan told me about built-in microphones in computers and THAT MUST BE THE REASON why some people don't need microphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierd ain't it? So now I can't speak to the computer screen because I have no built-in microphone nor do I have a microphone to plug in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must apologise for my immature and rude recent bloggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother still haven't install the printer. How to start on my new blog?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112971815035018028?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112971815035018028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112971815035018028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112971815035018028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112971815035018028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/skypecom.html' title='Skype.com'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112963739962878432</id><published>2005-10-18T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:16:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;who i am hates who i've been says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mom is totally insulting la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my secrets are collecting dust, but never forgotten says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh and i absolutely loved the retreat today. kinda touching. so damn many ppl broke down and cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who i am hates who i've been says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anything involving parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my secrets are collecting dust, but never forgotten says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so touching. bloody hell and they purposely played the "if we hold on" song. make more ppl cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who i am hates who i've been says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my secrets are collecting dust, but never forgotten says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so then they said if ur feeling guilty over anything u've done go for confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who i am hates who i've been says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your point is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm bolded and red, sam tan's slanted and purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why I felt insulted? My mom asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner for my brother to buy. I told her I'm not hungry because I ate 2 big cookies and I'm fucking full. True. Then she said "Don't eat don't eat! Why always not hungry?! Starving yourself to lose weight?" Something like that... Yes. That's when I felt angry. I just shouted that I was not hungry and I ate 2 big cookies. You guess what's her reaction... "WHY YOU SHOUTING!? NO NEED TO SHOUT RIGHT!?:" Come on la. I told you I'm not hungry twice already you still wouldn't listen to me. You are OUTSIDE the room and the tv was so LOUD. OF COURSE I SHOUTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then my mom went on about how she's controlling her anger and not slapping me until my face swells. FOR ALL I CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And how when she was younger her sibilings won't dare to do such stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;for all i care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;for all i fucking care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;p.s. SKELETON KEY SUCKS! of course, writer of "The Ring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112963739962878432?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112963739962878432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112963739962878432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112963739962878432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112963739962878432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-i-am-hates-who-ive-been-says-my.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112955979080840553</id><published>2005-10-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:36:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice hockey</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... People seems to be giving great compliments about Ice Hockey! So maybe I should just go and play some ICE HOCKEY! Then, I'll soon be praising ICE HOCKEY and then you guys will soon join!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa... Samantha and I made some stupid deal.&lt;br /&gt;She'll go to Christ the King's Fun fair if I take part in the talent competition and sing VENUS AS  A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his wicked sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;suggests &lt;em&gt;exciting sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fingers focus on her&lt;br /&gt;touches, he's venus as a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he believes in beauty&lt;br /&gt;he's venus as a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's exploring&lt;br /&gt;the taste of her&lt;br /&gt;arousal&lt;br /&gt;so accurate&lt;br /&gt;he sets off&lt;br /&gt;the beauty in het&lt;br /&gt;he's venus as a boy&lt;br /&gt;he believes in beauty&lt;br /&gt;he's venus as a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112955979080840553?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112955979080840553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112955979080840553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112955979080840553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112955979080840553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/ice-hockey.html' title='ice hockey'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112938868538498827</id><published>2005-10-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:11:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUACK!</title><content type='html'>GO MIGHTY DUCKS!! QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it. I was home watching Mghty Ducks: d3 (or some title like that.)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, this post is going to be a little bit off. Like in what Samantha Tan says, bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to say that Hugh Grant is one of my favourite actors. Thanks to Samantha Tan and Notting Hill.&lt;br /&gt;I think Hugh has wonderful blue eyes. Nice eyes... nice eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall learn ice hockey IF I go to JC.&lt;em&gt; i mean,&lt;/em&gt; i may want to go poly... take up mass comm. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was first lesson on Jap. Really embarrassing. I was the only secondary student there. The rest were young adults onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if people donates $5 to Freda's blog, I can buy a digital camera. Or some digital slr. Or maybe a digital camcorder. And I can lighten up this blog with my OH-SO-WONDERFUL pictures and videos... Ah crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO MIGHTY DUCKS! QUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course... mighty ducks is a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112938868538498827?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112938868538498827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112938868538498827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112938868538498827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112938868538498827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/quack.html' title='QUACK!'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112894490073503837</id><published>2005-10-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:48:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm more than scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told on my brother for bringing his friendS home and SMOKING and calling me a BITCH. Too bad you fucker! You think you're the head of this house just because you're the only guy. Well guess what, you're just a gay sloth. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You bring your friend home to PLAY YOUR DAMN DIABLO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this house is an free arcade is it? I know you've been playing since you ever step home today. All the way till 6.30pm. I came home at 10 plus and you're already home with your gay partner on the computer. Think I don't need to study is it!? I even warned you to LEAVE BY 1pm but what did you fucking say? DON'T BE SO BITCH LA! and then you went on smoking. Think  I won't tell on you is it you fucker? Think that you're older than me and I'm scared of you!? Think again. Oh wait, you can't think. Your brain has been too lazy to study that you've been use not to think. And stupid cigerettes cause your brain to slowly stop functioning. Already told you passive smoking is bad for me, you still smoke. Don't ever think that I'll help you whenever you need next time when we grow up. I even wonder if you'd grow up more. MENTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You smoke AT HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to smoke. Either you do it in your friends house, smoke outside on the streets or whatsoever, move out get your own apartment to smoke, OR... JUST DON'T FUCKING SMOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calling me a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so now "I'm-18-this-year-so-why-should-listen-to-you-bitches" obnoxious sloth is calling people bitch LOUD AND CLEAR huh? First, it was in CHURCH, now at HOME. You want to know why I'm a bitch? Because you fucking made it. That's right, behind every bitch is a man who made her. You were that fucking bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I can't just transfer my things and go somewhere else to study within a day notice. Can you be more considerate? You don't give a fuck about exams but I do. At least.  Next time you want to take a puff and bring friends home and be a bastard calling me a bitch, TELL THE DAY BEFORE OR ASK MOM(ALTHOUGH SHE'LL NOT ALLOW.)!! At least I can go and stay back in school or go someone's house instead to study with CLEAN FRESH AIR.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you've got the room with the computer doesn't mean you can threaten me by not letting me use the computer. I bet the next time you use it the screen would burst off again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112894490073503837?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112894490073503837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112894490073503837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112894490073503837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112894490073503837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-more-than-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112886891653485780</id><published>2005-10-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:41:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pepper, the long dued picture of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ronin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*doom doom doom* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the band. blur but better than nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOOK! the drummer's singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. I make a bad picture captionist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/1600/digicam%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4267/260/320/digicam%20020.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Levan. (that's the one out of the two names I know. pathetic eh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112886891653485780?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112886891653485780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112886891653485780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112886891653485780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112886891653485780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/pepper-long-dued-picture-of-ronin.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112886512826757275</id><published>2005-10-09T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:38:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(c) Freda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stare and Glares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just glancing at one's face could mean so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's either they'll hate it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or they'll not be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to the hating part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gets extreme most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll discriminate and scrutinise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every bit of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are merciless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in words and in actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dispute arises when she finds out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting together with back-ups,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having meaningless stupid bitchstares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things got rather boring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they ignore and soon left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;setting out to find new victims,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new trouble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new bitchfights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112886512826757275?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112886512826757275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112886512826757275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112886512826757275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112886512826757275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/c-freda.html' title='(c) Freda'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112875795670302783</id><published>2005-10-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:10:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evaluating blogthings.com quizzes; Part 1</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 align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Goth!&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.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/goth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're so gothically outrageous, and you aren't afraid to flaunt it.Whether you dress up like Robert Smith or a tragic Little Bo Peep,chances are that you'll be parading around with the rest of the goths at Yoyogi Park on Sunday.Don't forget your white makeup and blue lipstick! Who knows?You may just get picked up by one of the seedy photographers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/"&gt;What's Your Japanese Subculture?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not Goth. Really. So I conclude that this quiz is totally... untrue.&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snickers&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.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/snickers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Snickers. Ever since Nicole Low gave me the remainder of hers because she felt too sweet. Thus I conclude that this quiz is totally... true!&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#e0eeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/mfa.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am interested in Arts. But still unsure of my future career. Thus I conclude that this quiz is... making me wonder.&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love orange. And I'm expressive. Right?? Thus I conclude that this quiz is totally true.&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Changing Leaves&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.blogthings.com/whatpartoffallareyouquiz/changing-leaves.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty, but soon dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find no meaning in this!? I conclude that this quiz is totally... CRAP!&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Balanced - Realist - Powerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You feel your life is controlled both externally and internally.You have a good sense of what you can control and what you should let go.Depending on the situation, you sometimes try to exert more control.Other times, you accept things for what they are and go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are a realist when it comes to luck.You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you...But you do your best to try to make your own luck.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.You don't care much about what others think.But they better care what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HMPH! Bitches, heard that!!? I conclude that this quiz is true. (no totally though)&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse Slick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeww. Nurse slick. It sounds bleah. I don't want to be a nurse! I conclude this quiz is totally untrue.&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&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.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your Power Animal: Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Whale&lt;br /&gt;You are active, a challenger, and optimistic.Hard-working, you are always working towards a set goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm. Challenger? Active? I'm a sloth!! Or at least something like a sloth. I conclude that this quiz is totally... untrue.(thanks for the eagle power though)&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Thai Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/thai-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trendy yet complex.People seek you out - though they're not sure why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love thai food. Especially tom yam. But I must conclude that this quiz is totally... maybe&lt;/span&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 align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww... How nice. But some are true, some are untrue. I conclude that this quiz is a 50-50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of our evaluation of blogthings.com quiz results, part one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please note that all words written by sycododo is due to personal opinions and all quizzes are just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112875795670302783?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112875795670302783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112875795670302783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112875795670302783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112875795670302783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/10/evaluating-blogthingscom-quizzes-part.html' title='evaluating blogthings.com quizzes; Part 1'/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112809004835506880</id><published>2005-09-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:20:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmph. pure bullshit. that's all i can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112809004835506880?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112809004835506880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112809004835506880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112809004835506880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112809004835506880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112791380941840428</id><published>2005-09-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:23:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I have a digital camera please? Haha. Sherry lent me her digital camera. Why? I knew Ronin was coming to school and my normal filmed camera would not take good stuffs so I asked her to lend me. Yes. Ronin came to school today. It was good la. They played first two songs, Black Maria was second, while I was suffering in class hearing the Sec 3s and 4s scream and the music rocking away. I think I looked like a witch melting away. So Madam Hong released us 5 minutes earlier. I had a plan of course. I packed everything before chinese and when she said something about nothing else to do already, I immediately put my book and my ONE pen under my table, got ready and stood up. Then my classmates were like "Kang lao shi zai jian" because they knew I was eager to go to the hall. So I ran all the way there with Jemima, I entered the hall after much hestitation from Jemima, though I don't know where she was. There, I saw Gen and her friends, Tenisha and ya la... sec 3s and 4s.&lt;br /&gt;I think the school made a good choice on letting Ronin perform for sec 3s and 4s instead because they appreciated it and I did not see any other sec ones except Gen and her friends and few of my other classmates. When the concert ended, Elizah and I rushed up backstage to take pictures and autographs. Let me say something, everyone who asked for autograph asked it using fullscap paper and notebooks. No one, from the few/many I observed, had the album with them. Too bad if they had it at home, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112791380941840428?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112791380941840428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112791380941840428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112791380941840428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112791380941840428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-i-have-digital-camera-please-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112765272433444284</id><published>2005-09-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:52:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, you know what? I asked m mom to cut my fringe. What's the problem? She cut it when my hair was wet and I forgot that when you hair is dry, it fluffs up a bit and it will be... shorter. So now my fringe is poking my eyes and now I can't curtain my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112765272433444284?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112765272433444284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112765272433444284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112765272433444284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112765272433444284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-you-know-what-i-asked-m-mom-to.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112754585306865739</id><published>2005-09-24T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:10:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get SP's MTV Hard Rock Live A Full Week Early On iTunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Simple Plan's new live album, MTV Hard Rock Live, doesn't hit stores until October 4th, but you can get it on September 27th -- AN ENTIRE WEEK EARLY -- only at iTunes. Even better, it features two BONUS tracks that are not found on the regular version available in stores!The special iTunes edition will be released on Tuesday, September 27th and features two live videos ("Shut Up" and "Jump") and two bonus tracks from WOWOW in Japan ("Won't Be There" and "You Don't Mean Anything To Me.")&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to get it!&lt;br /&gt;- Shane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can see the words big and clear! But its too dangerous to blog nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;1. you talk about something racist, you'll get involved with the law. (yes! i'm anti-racist!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. if I talk bad about someone, that someone finds out, the issue will become worse.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm typing in my living room, the fonts are big, my mom is here and she can read.&lt;br /&gt;4. er.. I really don't know what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thinking of another new blog. But because my computer is now connected to the tv, my brother has not installed the printer/scanner, the machines are in two different places, I CAN'T DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;(he won't come here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112754585306865739?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112754585306865739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112754585306865739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112754585306865739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112754585306865739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-sps-mtv-hard-rock-live-full-week.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112731227704969583</id><published>2005-09-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:17:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm becoming one of THOSE people who don't often update their blog right? Irresponsible me. I', thinking of deleting this one and start a fresh. I just hate my archives. The posts... Haha... We talked about this before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was argueing with my mom about selling the piano. She wants to get the $3,700 while I want to keep it so I can use it for like... Choir!! I mean, if I want to go China, I'd better do my part as a member to start practicing and the piano keeps me in tune.&lt;br /&gt;So... Shruthi lent me Sims 2 and just because I told her that I played it for more than 4 hours on Saturday, 17 September, she thought I play that long everyday. Shruthi ar... I played for 4 hours on SATURDAY. Because my brother was out... hehe. But I don't play Sims 2 4 hours everyday. It's more like 1 hours MAXIMUM everyday AFTER I'm done studying. Don't be a fit bitch. Er... As in don't excercise so much by jumping into conclusions or making wrong assumptions you bitch! Hahaha... And of course you know very well wat I mean by bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Typing makes me feel alive again. But unfortunately... I'm sleepy and have to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll finish about Shruthi and her Sims 2 first. So, because of that, I think... She wanted me to return it to her on Tuesday or Wednesday, which is today. But of course.. I didn't prepare and pack my bag before so I didn't bring. Anyway, she lent it to me on Thursday. I installed it on Friday. I played on Saturday and in total hours from Saturday to Wednesday, I played for about 10 hours -plus minus-. Just nice for 5 days. So If you do the maths:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday    = 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;Sunday       = 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Monday      = didn't play.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday     = 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday= 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;All these are rounded off to nearest hour.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off again:&lt;br /&gt;- I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;- Ronin is coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;- Going to cut my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;- English exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;- Some people kena trouble with law because of the bloggings they made.&lt;br /&gt;- CSI Miami just started but I'm already missing Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;- There's tuition tomorrow and she's going to test us for "End-of-Year" paper.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112731227704969583?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112731227704969583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112731227704969583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112731227704969583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112731227704969583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-becoming-one-of-those-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112601876867022677</id><published>2005-09-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:59:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was very studious for the last 2 days. I was studying with Samantha Low(thanks Sam Low for being there!) and her discipline just made me discipline. We went &lt;a href="mailto:esplanade@library"&gt;esplanade@library&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and her house today. Whoa, both places were cold. Freezing. So yeah... Holidays are quite happening! But don't want to blog... Wanted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112601876867022677?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112601876867022677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112601876867022677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112601876867022677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112601876867022677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-very-studious-for-last-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112572757046585189</id><published>2005-09-03T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:06:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've added news ring, new banner... ALL FOR SIMPLE PLAN! They're going to release another album called MTV HARD ROCK LIVE! I think.. You go check it yourself at number THREE button. And oh, my brother reformatted the computer and all my artwork and rare pictures like my Simple PLan concert pictures are GONE! LONG GONE! CANNOT RECOVER! I am still crying over it... fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112572757046585189?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112572757046585189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112572757046585189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112572757046585189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112572757046585189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-added-news-ring-new-banner.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112507195680423178</id><published>2005-08-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:59:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We almost had spot check. But we didn't because Miss Neo did not want to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is officially addicted to Diablo. He made a big come back. Now i hav the computer only one hour per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112507195680423178?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112507195680423178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112507195680423178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112507195680423178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112507195680423178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-almost-had-spot-check.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112480918790862136</id><published>2005-08-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:59:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, you guys want something more?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my History result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed by 2 marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112480918790862136?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112480918790862136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112480918790862136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112480918790862136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112480918790862136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112475738533419051</id><published>2005-08-23T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:36:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKay. Yesterday was the one day Whizz! rehersal and it was a... BAD DAY. Why? Let me count the things.&lt;br /&gt;~ Was in COSTUMES&lt;br /&gt;~ had to label and hang up the COSTUMES&lt;br /&gt;~ had to look after kids, primary one kids(they are super active, more active than I was last time)&lt;br /&gt;~ had to be all smiley and friendly (which is not me of course)&lt;br /&gt;~ finally got into LGIHTINGS&lt;br /&gt;~ first shot was good, but the rest... I screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;~ Miss Teo J.L sent us home and I did not tell her 'properly' where I stayed because I didn't know how to direct her because I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THAT PART OF YISHUN BEFORE and I always take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learnt today was...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot adapt to changed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. We have no school from Monday to Wednesday. Hahaha... Jealous aren't you? I passed my Maths and Lit too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112475738533419051?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112475738533419051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112475738533419051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112475738533419051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112475738533419051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay_23.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112454787732303574</id><published>2005-08-20T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:24:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sensitive. Remember, I'm sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda wishing maybe I should have followed papa back to Japan. Think of all the concerts I can go to. The different people I can meet. Different music I'll be exposed to. Maybe meet people who will not mind my taste in music. I would like to see how my cousin who plays the guitar in a band doing. Maybe get some inspirations from her. I WANT TO GO JAPAN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112454787732303574?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112454787732303574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112454787732303574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112454787732303574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112454787732303574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112446332933165356</id><published>2005-08-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:55:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Guess what? For the past 2 days, I have been sleeping quite long after coming home from school, not even after watching Debbi Travis' Facelift. Today was Geography and the paper was all good because... I studied those two chaptrs they tested out of the 10 stupid chapters, which others studied like mad dogs. But I don't think i wrote any sense so.... We'll just have to wait and see. I tried completing my Billy picture but it's the damn mouth that's keeping me from finishing it... I bet the paper going to tear. Backstage Crew - I am - will be skipping school on Monday. We have to go there ourselves at like 9.45am all the way till 10pm. Lunch not provided. This is all for charity, fine. I don't really complan much since it's for charity. I just want to do LIGHTINGS AND MICS category. Unfortunately, I can't choose. They're probably gonna put me in either MAKE-UPS AND PROPS or SOVENIOUR AND USHERING and not.... LIGHTINGS AND MICS. DAMMIT! I want to try lightings and mics. Its just so cool!! I love our new choir songs. Especially the Scream. Very eerie and nice... Poetically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112446332933165356?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112446332933165356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112446332933165356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112446332933165356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112446332933165356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay_19.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112420137246590181</id><published>2005-08-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:09:32.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I passed CHINESE! And I am going to fail History. I did not study for History at all. Not a single thing. Sure, I'm going to get scolding from Miss Chow but I already told my mom I will fail. Didn't tell her why though. I made 2 avators today. Wished that I could share with you guys but... You all know I hate rippers. Rippers are people who take things that are not theirs and use it... Not crediting or acknwlodging the creator. Sometimes, they claim they make it. But I'd prefer those who only never credit, just use and say things like "Oh, I forgot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112420137246590181?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112420137246590181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112420137246590181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112420137246590181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112420137246590181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-passed-chinese-and-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112402615370126641</id><published>2005-08-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:29:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cried... In church. Surprise surprise. Jie Jie Audrey commented to me in front of Uncle Micheal and Aunty Jennifer about me being naughty then they asked why. She told them about what happened and they were like "why ar freda?......(i don't really wanna remember what else they said)" and I was trying to remain calm but my nerve cells were faster than my brain so... I started swelling up and... *sniff sniff*  Yeah... Then I was rubbing my eyes as fast as I could before going down the stairs.  Then while walking out of church, Aunty Jennifer went on some more about piano and I cried again. Stupid though, cause we were reaching the bus stop. Then there was this guy he turned around and stared at me... Cause I was drying up my tears. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's selling the piano and don't know if I care or not.&lt;br /&gt;But this goes to show that I'm going for maths tuition already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112402615370126641?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112402615370126641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112402615370126641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112402615370126641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112402615370126641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112394830544502186</id><published>2005-08-13T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:51:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... Alot have been happening. Madam Hong is not happy with the class committee because NO ONE, and i mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;, wants to do attendance list (after I had to go for school singers every morning) and that is really frustrating. I admit that I did not want to do it too, I have my reasons. Sherry had done it for 1 month. Elizah... er, I think you only did it for a few weeks. Elizabeth, few weeks or days. Rebecca, few days. Shruthi, very very few days (I think only one or two!). Teresa!! You never do!! (Right?!) I did mine for one month then Priscilla wanted to do it. Look!!!! That's very pathetic. Hate me all you want but its true. I think Madam Hong wants to change us.&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie Audrey pulled me out of piano exams. I quitted piano. FULL STOP. No Grade 5 certificate, no passport. Mom's pissed so she asked, "Piano or Maths Tuition!?" I said MATHS TUITION. I must have been out of my mind but... I said maths tuition. I just can't face Audrey anymore. Not even in choir. I plan not to go for choir tomorrow. It's not that I'm angry with her - It's entirely my fault - but I just can't face anyone now.&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY AND ASHAMED.&lt;br /&gt;People, please, don't say I'm musically inclined because... I'm afraid I was not in the beginning and the end.&lt;br /&gt;I am not studying exam as hard as I was last time. Mid year exam I didn't study THAT hard so imagine how much less I studied for now.&lt;br /&gt;True horror.&lt;br /&gt;You must have know by now that I changed my background. No, I did not design it myself. I am not that good in stupid blogskin designs. Besides, I don't have the proper damn tools. I am going to resist putting up music on this blog. I'm going on a music-hiatus. Silent retreat. For blogs only. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112394830544502186?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112394830544502186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112394830544502186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112394830544502186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112394830544502186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112359620023130836</id><published>2005-08-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:03:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's like telling everyone she knows that I want to QUIT my don't know how many years of piano lessons. Now everyone is fucking telling me NOT TO QUIT piano. How fucked can that be? Damn. She should let me practise "making-my-own-choice"! I don't know why but now its like my brother gets along with my mom well and I don't. Everytime I want to hate her, 1 day later I think of her as a loner. Like... I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pity&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the motivation not to be easily angered and not to slack so much. I pray for the motivation to STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's National Day and I was so psyched because of the fireworks display. BUT... It was blocked by this block of HDB Flat so I could not take pictures. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112359620023130836?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112359620023130836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112359620023130836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112359620023130836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112359620023130836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/shes-like-telling-everyone-she-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112342312427680461</id><published>2005-08-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:58:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obviously, I did not go. Anyway... I've put up my other blog link. It's called [[the SycoDodo]]. It's kind of plain. I did the background at around 12 plus morning. And its very plain because the boxes are not filled. And the links... I have to start reading blogs and go blog surfing. Sheesh.  Big turn off. Oh yes, don't mind my drawings... They suck. They're produced by this programme called Paint. Yes... haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112342312427680461?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112342312427680461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112342312427680461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112342312427680461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112342312427680461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/obviously-i-did-not-go.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112333749549334857</id><published>2005-08-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:11:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN, AM I ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay okay, I shall not brood over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've made a new blog. Its... Its something. I don't know what should it be for. I've not linked it yet because I'm trying to make the layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"organized by christian right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"OF COURSE ITS FREE.  THEY EVANGELISING WHAT. WHO WOULD WANT TO PAY!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"BUT STILL! ITS ORGANIZED BY CHRISTIANS RIGHT!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"NO!!! I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO GO THIS KIND OF THING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much for christian unity. You see, I asked my mom today if I could go for the Festival of Praise thing and those sentences were what she fucking said. Damn. I've not been this angry for a long time. I'm so angry that I told myself to close my textbook and not study. Don't even think of going to touch and practise the piano. For the first time, I told myself to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REBEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really REBEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't even want to talk to her! But... I need the money to eat. So obviously that would not be 'not talking to her' anymore. I really feel like... Nevermind. Just wanted to tell you how concerned I am over this issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People really need to change and adapt to the new world. They're just too paranoid and worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112333749549334857?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112333749549334857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112333749549334857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112333749549334857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112333749549334857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/damn-am-i-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112307620519638321</id><published>2005-08-03T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:36:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today's Wednesday. I'm blogging and you're reading so we're all happy. Anyway, today there was Dance-A-Mania. Red house won so they're gonna perform again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that there'll be this festival Of Praise held at the Singapore Indoor Stadium from 5-7 August, nightly from 7.30 to 10.30pm. Hillsong(Australia) and Delirious are going to be there so I hope I'm going. I hope my friends and strangers are going. I hope everyone is going. We had choir today and it ended around 4-ish. We're going to have rehersals tomorrow for Friday's Honours Day.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about tomorrow... I have tuition and I haven't do the past few homework given.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making another blog again. About random things, thoughts and pictures. Random-related la. What you guys think about it?&lt;br /&gt;I went through my past posts (last years) and I realized that I was one of these days typical kawai-loving-posing people. All the LARZZZ and LOLXXXX. Hehe. Now I get turned off by these kind of stuff.  Hehe... I'm going to wait lar. See whether I should make another blog. I shall depend on my... 10th random answer! Dangerous, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112307620519638321?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112307620519638321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112307620519638321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112307620519638321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112307620519638321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-todays-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112289203780686639</id><published>2005-08-01T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:27:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, my dad left yesterday for Japan and I guess the airport part was kind of sucky. My brother was mood swinging i think, my dad was too tense and scared that he would miss the flight, my mom was... I didn't observe. And I was there telling myself not to cry. Nicole Low is freaky. How did she know I cried( not for yesterday)!? You read my blog is it, Nicole!!? Haha. I didn't go to school today because I didn't wake up on time, and I was sick. Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112289203780686639?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112289203780686639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112289203780686639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112289203780686639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112289203780686639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay-my-dad-left-yesterday-for-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112272997213752832</id><published>2005-07-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:26:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dad's leaving tomorrow. Yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112272997213752832?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112272997213752832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112272997213752832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112272997213752832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112272997213752832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dads-leaving-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112264714135761236</id><published>2005-07-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:29:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if I would still survive if my mom was not my mom. She is very intimidating. Damn. Always threaten me with the question, "why are you grouchy?!" and then she goes off leaving me to think hardly if I was grouchy which most of the time I'm not. She should know that I'm busy calming my nerves down after the mention of PIANO LESSONS. Now I'm so angry that I'm probably able to fill a cup of water! Okay, so that was too exaggerating. But yeah... I've learnt about when she gets angry so she should do so too! It's kinda unfair... It's really irritating! If she want to help me? Can! Go cancel the extra piano lessons tomorrow after choir at 1pm. Because my dad is leaving for Japan forever, and tomorrow is our last lunch, she should really go cancel the lesson. She wanted to postpone it, but my big stupid mouth tell her that's the only time. DAMN! I really feel like killing somebody. Really do!! Damn, she just came in and saw me crying. What was my excuse? Mys tupid mouth said, "I'm just PMS-ing." She though I was crying because my dad was going back to Japan. URGH! After being intimidated during my calming myself down routines, of course I would cry! Its part of the ritual! I really hate this. This is added onto my previous today's post. Bad day. Jeeeez, someone must have cursed me. I bet if her friend calls or my dad calls,  she'd go telling them about catching me crying. CAN'T I CRY!? Even you cry... boys cry. Why can't I? She really does go telling people about her children. people as in people. Best friends, I don't mind. But don't tell me her whole social circle are all her best friends!? That's kind of too much. I want to talk to somebody. A stranger. No, that doesn't only apply to Brendan. I've yet to make more people my strangers which is actually a good thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I need a good screaming time. Let it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112264714135761236?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112264714135761236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112264714135761236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112264714135761236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112264714135761236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wonder-if-i-would-still-survive-if.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112263339361327783</id><published>2005-07-29T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:36:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Okay. Today was a really bad day. A real one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  I woke up so-called late so I had to take the MRT train. I had a sudden throat pain (great, now I can't sing for choir.) yesterday and today it was very pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  I went to school, I took out my radio (the one dad gave to me) but it DROPPED. Thank goodness it did not break though I don't know if there's any damage done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  During recess, I scalded (not badly) my hand with noodle soup and chilli but thankfully I spilled only the soup (see how fast my reflexes are!!) and not the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  After science was art. We were walking down and Daphne had chicken rings with her. She popped one into her mouth and I was being a retard saying, "Freda takes one." (inside joke for us.) So as I was putting my hand inside the packet, Miss Shanthi caught us and called us up. We didn't really get what she was acting or saying because all she did if I remembered correctly was to look around and say, "I'm waiting." I thought of apologizing but I remembered her saying not to say it because she 'knows' we won't mean it. So we just stood there looking at each other thinking what does she want. Then she went in to teach asking us to stand there. Daphne's second time while it's my first, so obviously I was kinda laughing about it. Black humour. Anyway, we discussed on what to say. After 10 minutes of hestitation to knock on the door, we knocked. But guess what!? Miss Shanthi said, "Ignore it." I saw Kimberley doing the slicing neck action which meant we were so dead. 20 minutes later, Miss Shanthi came out and we told her... . Then she said few words and that was all. Daphne stood there giving the innocent look - as said by her. I stood there trying hard not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  It's Friday! Actually today got Drama Night. But I didn't buy the ticket. Why didn't I buy the ticket? I don't have a clue what was it about besides acting. Acting what?! They never say. They should include details about it. So I had to be at home all alone. Now I'm at home. All alone!! I wanted to go to church but... I was too busy concentrating on how to put some words on this new background skin. Of course, I screwed up over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112263339361327783?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112263339361327783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112263339361327783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112263339361327783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112263339361327783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112204430698652812</id><published>2005-07-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:58:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;VERY DISTURBED!&lt;br /&gt;Why!? Dammit. I'm having bad thoughts(not them but us). We all want our dreams to come through.&lt;br /&gt;But this, this was like... a goal.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... XiNyI ar, if you want or not, just tell. We won't be angry or disappointed if you say no.&lt;br /&gt;Eli, just who the hell are gonna be in the project!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know... Before I go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Or depressed.. maybe musically deprived!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw and heard, they were good!&lt;br /&gt;And worst, they wanna play instruments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad but I'm sorry. I'm still fighting them off. I'll keep trying and keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;So addictive.&lt;br /&gt;So depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have figured out that I've not been typing properly these few posts. But the post always turned out CENTRE ALIGHNMENT instead of normal no matter many times I tried changing the codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed music too.&lt;br /&gt;Gun In Hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard anything so stupid before?!&lt;br /&gt;Mothers Against Hard Rock(music) are petitioning to BAN HARD ROCK, SCREAMO AND THESE KIND OF MUSIC IN THE U.S.&lt;br /&gt;How bad can they get?&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you want your child to be healthy in every way, but some of your kids, live through their days by listening to those music.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to appreciate music, you can dislike it, but its NONSENSE to BAN MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were them and they were you, and say, you really really LOVE the music you listen to, then your kids start petitioning to ban the music you listen to, you'll definately go "WTF!" right? Just that you might not use the FUCK word.&lt;br /&gt;Music is music, music is life. Music is a form of expression. Music can be anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it away from your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I getting myself involve? I think music should not be banned and... I have friends who are living in the U.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112204430698652812?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112204430698652812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112204430698652812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112204430698652812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112204430698652812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-really-disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112203094712900897</id><published>2005-07-22T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:30:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to thank Cherlynn and Beatrice for the wonderful smell-nice soap and the test-tube-thing-which-i-don't-know-what-is-it-for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, Beatrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I'm so tired now. I feel like sleeping but can't cause it is only 7.15pm. And if I wake up later, I won't be able to sleep again. Tomorrow have to go school at 7.45am for english project. And Health and Wealth day. (: I changed theis skin but format still the same. The background picture was taken from &lt;a href="www.level27online.com"&gt;www.level27online.com&lt;/a&gt; . And we all know that Level 27 was started by Billy Martin from Good Charlotte!! Okay, I better stop before I post an essay on Billy. Moving on to MY personal memo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs learnt on Guitar:&lt;br /&gt;- Knockin' On Heaven's Door covered by Avril Lavigne(2004)&lt;br /&gt;- Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan(2004)&lt;br /&gt;- Wonderwall by Oasis(2004)&lt;br /&gt;- Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Greenday(2005)&lt;br /&gt;- We Believe by Good Charlotte(2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs learnt on Bass:&lt;br /&gt;- Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Greenday(2005)&lt;br /&gt;- Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz(2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs learnt on Piano:&lt;br /&gt;- My Immortal by Evanescence(2004)&lt;br /&gt;- Untitled by Simple Plan(2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112203094712900897?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112203094712900897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112203094712900897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112203094712900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112203094712900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-to-thank-cherlynn-and-beatrice.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112158720815667423</id><published>2005-07-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:00:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baybeats 2005.&lt;br /&gt;it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;i mean the one on saturday. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;the bands...&lt;br /&gt;the... merchandises.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to take pics of brandtson and copeland.&lt;br /&gt;brandtson performed acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;very nice.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stay till 11.45 to hear them play on STAGE.&lt;br /&gt;camera was not with me...something bad la. don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunday. copeland will be here.&lt;br /&gt;just that i won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;no one wanna follow me.&lt;br /&gt;mom wun allow me if there's noone meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112158720815667423?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112158720815667423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112158720815667423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112158720815667423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112158720815667423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/baybeats-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112125144415099828</id><published>2005-07-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:44:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good charlotte was here YESTERDAY! Wait, I should capitalize the good charlotte instead of yesterday. haha, do i care? I love billy &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 i heart paul &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3. They were great and better in real life! What does that mean? They are not photogenic! No la.... Joking la freakingoverlyobssessedfreaks. Haha.... So, things didn't turn out how it was supposed to be, this concert is second and that means Simple Plan, the fuckiestgaybandintheworld, is top on my list! Actually, there's only 2 concerts that I've been to. Hehe. And no, simple plan IS GAY! Not that THEY CARE ANYWAY! So... yeah, I don't really have the interest to blog anymore. So, that sucks. End of story. I almost got killed by the way. I'll tell you about it on the next post. Why? Cause it wouldn't be fair to the simple plan concert I attended especially when I preferred it to Good charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i still love billyandpaul no matter what they*you*i say...*coughcoughahemahem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112125144415099828?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112125144415099828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112125144415099828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112125144415099828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112125144415099828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-charlotte-was-here-yesterday-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112098844840419349</id><published>2005-07-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:40:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!CAN U BELIEVE IT! SYLVIA FRIEND WON 9 FREE TICKETS AND GAVE ONE FREE TIX TO HER AND THEY EACH HAVE BACKSTAGE PASSES TO THE GOOD CHARLOTTE CONCERT THIS TUESDAY IN SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112098844840419349?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112098844840419349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112098844840419349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112098844840419349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112098844840419349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhcan-u-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112092045140559460</id><published>2005-07-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:47:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Just thought I better update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to TAG(Temasek A-capella Group) for being 1st runner-up(2nd place) in the a-capella competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Ryan on winning the Best vocal percussionist!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, to all who lost their loved and closed ones(this is to ALL.), I'm really sorry and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112092045140559460?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112092045140559460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112092045140559460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112092045140559460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112092045140559460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112065535985085423</id><published>2005-07-06T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:09:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, some of you guys reading my posts are gonna make me feel very very VERY uncomfortable with this post. Hehe... Fine! Read all you want!! But I would really appreciate if you will not comment or say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my dad and mom had quarrel over money matters. My dad asked my brother and I if we would like to follow him back to Japan - FOR GOOD - but of coures, we don't want to. We were suppose to call and tell him but I assume my brother expects me to do the talking since I'm closer to my dad. But I don't have the guts to do it cause I mean, it's like it may like... disappoint him. Seriously, when they were fighting, I was really sitting right in between them. They kept asking me questions. It's like I'm caught in between. But to be honest to you, looking back, I sort of enjoyed them fighting. Why? Cause its their first time fighting in front of me. And some of you know that I'm interested only in War kind of History. Call me sadist or evil, but I just don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on Friday, my mom decided to take my 3 YEARS OLD hint of wanting to sooooooo badly quit piano.  That was something to rejoice but it had made me upset and happy for few days. One thing I realized about my family? WE RATHER REGARD OUR FRIENDS' ADVICE THAN OUR FAMILY'S. It applies to my dad, mom, brother and I. I'm going to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I can FINALLY conclude that what I thought about my life this year, wasn't what I thought it was meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112065535985085423?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112065535985085423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112065535985085423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112065535985085423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112065535985085423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/seriously-some-of-you-guys-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-112031826633994203</id><published>2005-07-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:31:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did the class blog! Finally, go over and check ok? Yes, In case you blind bats haven't notice, my blogskin changed too! I modified it... Ta-da!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-112031826633994203?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/112031826633994203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=112031826633994203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112031826633994203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/112031826633994203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-did-class-blog-finally-go-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111979471649335424</id><published>2005-06-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:05:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had the PCK gathering and only 7 out of 20(i quote alan) came. Neverthemind, we still had fun!! haha, we were talking.... and discussing about.... hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to church alone. She sat alone. She was alone. She left alone. Went home alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111979471649335424?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111979471649335424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111979471649335424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111979471649335424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111979471649335424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-had-pck-gathering-and-only-7-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111971834517019979</id><published>2005-06-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:52:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a damn tiring day. Had to wake up early and go to school. Had school singers practice in the mosquito infested HALL. They said there was some inter-church(??) football match(or was it carnival?). Then when we finished practice, I thought I could like, go home and get my sleep.  But my mom asked me go takashimaya with marilyn to meet her there. At first, we were supposed to go her house, so I didn't mind. But aunty virginia changed her mind and told us to meet her straight there. And because it was inter-church thing, christ the king was there. So, aaron and brendan(a and b... hahahahaha) met us while walking down the ever-lasting slope. We went to novena to eat brunch and walked a round a bit. Then we left and headed seperate ways! (girl with girl guy with guy. so there's two seperate ways instead of 4). Got new curtains and finally went home and slept till 7.40pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to do my chinese and maths but i ended up helping people scan maths homework and change blogskin. I helped brendan change blogskin and I modified a bit. I think I should be a web design modifier! Haha... And now i'm too awake and i'll have to do homework soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111971834517019979?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111971834517019979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111971834517019979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111971834517019979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111971834517019979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-was-damn-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111962413709761276</id><published>2005-06-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:42:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU SAM TAN, RUTH, BENITA, ELIZAH, DEBERA SHEP!!!!!(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and olga?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they bought me... GOOD CHARLOTTE CONCERT IX!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for my birthday and christmas!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i mean, i really appreciate that girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love yyou girls till the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111962413709761276?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111962413709761276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111962413709761276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111962413709761276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111962413709761276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-sam-tan-ruth-benita-elizah.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111953859357440116</id><published>2005-06-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:56:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't want to. I don't want to go for piano lessons. I don't want to go for tuition. I don't want to have to go for BOTH!! Choose one, not two! I have to practically struggle and drag myself to piano. I don't, after all, really practise and play the piano. So what if my piano teacher benefited alot by teaching piano? It may not happen to me. After all, I'm not interested in that line... Can't you just see? Can't you just give it up already!? Its very frustrating!! You're wasting your money and wasting my teacher's time. Keep saying you don't have enough money to spend, why not allow me quit piano!? Not that I'm really gonna put what I've learnt to good use. Learning piano doesn't mean I am THOSE kind of kids. If you want me to learn the piano so much, get some other kids who can't afford to learn it but really really REALLY WANT to learn the piano. You won't be wasting time. Next time that kid beomes some piano genius or make loads of money through piano, you'll still get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're going to waste PIANO on me.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to KILL me with piano.&lt;br /&gt;PIANO MAKES ME THINK OF SUICIDES.&lt;br /&gt;They say I should grit my teeth and bear the pain. I've been doing that for 3 years. Yes, I'm still perfectly healthy but go any further, things might happen! Yeah, yeah... Can make music with piano, BUT DO I CARE?!&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;How can I play the piano...&lt;br /&gt;Make music with the piano...&lt;br /&gt;When I just don't have the passion to do it?&lt;br /&gt;When I just hate as much as... Mother Tongue and Maths&lt;br /&gt;School, yes, I have no passion for it but SCHOOL IS A MUST.&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano, I'm sure there are OPTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111953859357440116?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111953859357440116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111953859357440116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111953859357440116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111953859357440116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-really-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111934356877684662</id><published>2005-06-21T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:46:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1458/320/thechoir2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1458/200/thechoir2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111934356877684662?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111934356877684662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111934356877684662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111934356877684662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111934356877684662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111934273573667699</id><published>2005-06-21T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:46:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over. Pck musical is over. I'm kinda happy cause I can finally eat proper meals and sleep well. But, I'll take damn long to get over with this musical. I mean, it's like almost 1 month of friendship and bonding and bitching and bastarding and nonsense. It's like, it feels like you've known these guys for few years already! And when you're already at that point of happiness, the event that taught me many things ended. Phua Chu Kang the Musical. But at least our friendship won't end. :) I'm sure alot of things were gained from this special experience and that apllies to most of you guys right? I've learnt that yes, don't judge a book by its cover. But! Don't judge a book by its cover and the FIRST FEW PAGES! Yes. That's what I very well learned.&lt;br /&gt;Before I end of this post, I've got these things to say to the people who made my experience in the musical worthwhile(although I already did that in that joint card but yeah...).&lt;br /&gt;Because we left out Licia's thank you card, I have this to say to her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Licia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You go girl! You sing so loudly, so well. So strong too! You've got attitude(I was scared of you, ONCE.) And you're like so fun to be with though one time I didn't know how to talk to you cause you seemed scary and anyway, thanks for everything. You sat beside me last time,then Mr Oh changed the arrangements and then I'm not seated next to you. But never-the-mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111934273573667699?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111934273573667699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111934273573667699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111934273573667699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111934273573667699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111864294811572931</id><published>2005-06-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:09:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dead Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind&lt;br /&gt;My soul has died.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;I have cried.&lt;br /&gt;The world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;I am near.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tear.&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I just fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a puddle against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind my soul has&lt;br /&gt;DIED.&lt;br /&gt;DIED.&lt;br /&gt;DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©Katie (from the simple plan invasion crew board) All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Been having nightmares recently. Few of you know it. Those who don't know it, good for you. Some fucked up neighbours threw a red hellnote outside my house gate and I've been getting nightmare. Isn't that too coincidental? Yesterday was a really fucked up day too. Everytime I try to be a good person and not condemn people, not be unfriendly, be sharing... etc. I can't. And I guess my failures made me cry the shit out of me yesterday during the musical. I was in a damn fucked up crappy mood la. Was bitchy(define bitchy? I don't know), non-responsive... etc. Like... Whatever kind. Maybe it was my flu(it gives me teary eyes.). Whatever it is, I... have no control. Maybe its the monthly blues... Oh heck! Yeah... I'm not going to smile when I'm sad. It's just so plastic. So fake. So botox-ified. People, like that poem above. I'm like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111864294811572931?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111864294811572931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111864294811572931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111864294811572931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111864294811572931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/dead-images-bear-in-mind-my-soul-has.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111797854969560823</id><published>2005-06-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:35:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, today rehersal ended early. We went to eat at the near by katong laksa. We were suffering because oft he chilli. It's nice... Just damn so fucking hot! I came home with a tummyache. Haha... Anyway, finally I'm online and up blogging. But sorry, it's gonna be short cause I don't feel well. So... I'll try to come back after the damn musical is over and done with. I'm trying to make a new blog, about randomness. I love randomness!! It just makes me... Random. Anyway, SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT NOW!!!! My mom's watching news and they're saying that its very late to stop wasting the environment away, so instead, we should start saving! Okay la, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111797854969560823?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111797854969560823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111797854969560823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111797854969560823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111797854969560823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-today-rehersal-ended-early.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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-5964915.post-111752795050343076</id><published>2005-05-31T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:27:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M'KAY YOU! forget me all u want. coz i'm already immuned to it. plus, it'll be to my advantage tt it'll soon be ur weakness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always forgotten but who cares? m'kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'kay: fuck&lt;br /&gt;bun: asshole&lt;br /&gt;poo: shit&lt;br /&gt;bullpoo: bullshit&lt;br /&gt;bitch: bich which means generousity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was choir comm election and samira and kerlene are the only sec 1s in it! of course, yaya. they're the favourites,but they're still among the best.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nicole LOW is the president!! haha.. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5964915-111752795050343076?l=waddever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/feeds/111752795050343076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5964915&amp;postID=111752795050343076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111752795050343076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964915/posts/default/111752795050343076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waddever.blogspot.com/2005/05/mkay-you-forget-me-all-u-want.html' title=''/><author><name>freda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11662820833253459532</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>
