<?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-31568680</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:46:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Apple</title><subtitle type='html'>If you don't know me in reality, there's really no point in reading this...&lt;br&gt;

I'm currently having a competition with Kimberly on how many links we can get. You should know who to help right. Hehe. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-7007923954647027208</id><published>2007-03-31T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:04:38.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. maybe you don't understand this.&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG IS VANISHED.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GO TO &lt;a href="http://prominent--escapade.blogspot.com"&gt;PROMINENT--ESCAPADE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt; TO VIEW MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-7007923954647027208?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/7007923954647027208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=7007923954647027208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/7007923954647027208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/7007923954647027208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-3221710498143526542</id><published>2007-03-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:00:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prominent--escapade.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-3221710498143526542?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/3221710498143526542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=3221710498143526542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3221710498143526542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3221710498143526542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/prominent-escapade.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4761076423783061672</id><published>2007-03-20T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:09:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you might have wondered why i'm actually doing a post not to entertain but to really post. well its mainly the reason that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE HAD TO DELETE WARCRAFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yeah well he thinks its a very controlling game and it shall be deleted until psle. but did you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REALISE&lt;/span&gt; that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I DONT HAVE THE &lt;s&gt;DAMNED&lt;/s&gt; CD. OURS IS SCRATCHED IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE. AND WHEN WILL I GET TO BORROW THE CD FROM COUSINS AGAIN? NEXT CHINESE NEW YEAR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL GREAT THINKING, GENIUS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOES IT &lt;u&gt;LOOK&lt;/u&gt; LIKE I'M GOING TO COME FOR DINNER ON TIME TONIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was all "i have a proposal for you (whatever). i want you to delete warcraft until psle" i checked up dictionary.com and this came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the act of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;offering or suggesting something for acceptance&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; adoption, or performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES IT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt; LIKE A PROPOSAL TO YOU? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i should be given a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; in a proposal.&lt;/span&gt; WHY NOT GO CALL IT AN ORDER &lt;s&gt;YOU CRAP&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like throwing a guitar at my dad you know, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was just as bad as yesterday. i really hate school now. its like suuch a drag D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nicole was absent today and we were pretty puzzled about it. she sounded perfectly fine the night before but i called her during recess and apparently she's got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gastric flu&lt;/span&gt;! ): well hope you get better &lt;s&gt;nicole&lt;/s&gt; nigolette! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was quite boring today D: it was the old shuttle run. but it didn't even feel like shuttle run; it felt more like 7-8 metres or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; even. ohwell jun sheng was put in our group (-.-) because no one else wanted him :P&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany fell down on her stomach. no, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to embarrass her but just to ask her how she's doing. well according to kimberly she's pretty particular about her 面子. ahahahah i don't know why i've got this sudden urge to speak in chinese :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS RAYYYMOND SKIPPEDD spelling today (: and instead made us go through the woodlands string paper D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this post sucks -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were joking about - no offence - nicole today (: we said that if deyshune went to visit her she would feel better instantly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i feel like ditching this blog and making a new one&lt;/s&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;ahh i'm not going to do that D: neverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay the last not-so-sucky-thing about today was that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO SABO GAVIN&lt;/span&gt;. AHAHAHAHAHAHA he was PAWNNEEEED. but edward is so extra la i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : edward shuttup and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;edward (leaning his head over my table) : *starts babbling some nonsense*&lt;br /&gt;shammah (poking edward in the head) : stop being a nuisance and move it.&lt;br /&gt;edward : shammah is EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;shammah : -_^&lt;br /&gt;edward (loudly) : SHAMMAH BADMOUTHS TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;shammah (silently) : wth.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ang : really?&lt;br /&gt;edward : yes.&lt;br /&gt;shammah : edward you jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell let's go do the FORCED blog hopping, FORCED internet browsing, FORCED computer time without dota. so seriously, is there any point playing when i don't even get to CHOOSE what i do with my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make my degree go up to 800 make my dad kill himself in anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4761076423783061672?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4761076423783061672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4761076423783061672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4761076423783061672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4761076423783061672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-might-have-wondered-why-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4689223685380135964</id><published>2007-03-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:33:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; yesterday was &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;jai had his invite. and supposedly, like 15 ++ people were supposed to come but in the end only like &lt;s&gt;7&lt;/s&gt; 9 turned up. so much for "my rocking invite - nearly everyone except chia and ry can make it". -.- ohhh anyway. i was still using the computer when yl arrived. who had to sit through 30 minutes of jai's guitar show off session. :x maybe they don't find it that bad. ohwell it sucks when jai shows off his guitar stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jai was stupid and didn't buy drinks so he paid me $2 to go buy some at  the market. but seriously, $2 is like. &lt;s&gt;free&lt;/s&gt; really cheap labour :P andd that reminds me, jai hasn't even paid me that $2. he's probably going to forget &amp; the next time i ask him he's probably going to retort that he never owed me $2. and seriously, i'm acting gay over 2 FRIGGING dollars D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jush camee. later on. and i didn't talk to them until i remember ddr. and so jai and i set it up and we made yl go first :D she was pretty bad :x but i guess every one is la. other than weiyang who was really pro first round. jai wanted me to play but &lt;b&gt;does it look like i'm going to &lt;i&gt;embarrass&lt;/i&gt; myself infront of your cool friends?&lt;/b&gt; :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh, what was next... LUNCHH. which sorry mom tasted weird. and you could see it round the table too. mom actually asked if it tasted ok and everyone said so but, yeah. ohwelllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jai and his friends talk alot so i guess we &lt;b&gt;talked&lt;/b&gt; until 2. where jai and his cool friends went down for bowling. i didn't go i guess cos i didn't want to be malu when i scored lonkang T_T but kimberly, yes, he IS a good brother, he allowed me to come if i wanted to :) but instead i played SUPERDOTAAAAA. and used clinkz. (: but apparantly, weiyang hates bone. so i will STOP using bone to avoid further embarrassent (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENNIS IS CRAPPP. &lt;s&gt;and jai sucks at it&lt;/s&gt;. ahahahahhahaha. ohwell some of jais friends including weiyang jush aand rosyton dont like tennis either so yeah we went down for a game of BLIND MICEEEEE. but i sucked la. my foot still hurts from thursday's blind mice and so mmhmm. but i managed to get titled by reuben "cheap". :0 its just the POLES right? anyway he's cheaper than me la. he sits on monkey bars :P and because of that we're constantly exposing his hiding place (which he got really mad at us for). but sometimes i do pity reuben lah. everyone (including jai) laughs at him D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now i shall laugh at reuben because he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse than me at crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P he will be like standing there and then royston will run and get a slipper and he'll slip back into his original place without even noticing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once jai and the tennis people finished their game we played blind mice with nine peeople! yay! it was obviously more fun with more la, but as usual reuben went nuts because we kept exposing him :x okay i promise i'll never do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all were too tired to do anything else so went back to the house. played ddr mainly. (until my dad left; i played dota :D shh he doesn't know) but i got laughed at 'cos i suck T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay conclusion, jai is a better brother than kelly is a sister (sorry kimberly D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4689223685380135964?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4689223685380135964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4689223685380135964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4689223685380135964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4689223685380135964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-yesterday-was-fun-jai-had-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-366984604232707203</id><published>2007-03-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:56:00.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ack. my hands are freezing because the freezing aircon which was &lt;em&gt;spoilt&lt;/em&gt; just now miracullously fixed up and is working. overtime. anyway, i'm typing out emo stuff in chinese and sending it over to myself because i am lame. gimme some ideeas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是我的阳光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也有我自己的想法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else what elsee. let's piss off jai and everyone else by typing in lousy chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家好，我是许在灵。哎呀，&lt;em&gt;the bell has rung&lt;/em&gt;. okay lousy post but anyway gtg T_T will finish this oh-so-lame post in english at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-366984604232707203?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/366984604232707203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=366984604232707203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/366984604232707203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/366984604232707203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/ack.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-681104368206910455</id><published>2007-03-16T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:15:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished the stinky poo poo online assignments! well i didn't do the math ones :D aiyah. mrs ang said she wouldn't press even if you didn't do it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;but damnit, i've been stressing over this the whole day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INJECTION NEXT WEEK AH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. cum cum cum ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post sounds so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;and beyonce's voice damn power :0&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever. hmm see these. i took it of blogthings.com :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/chocolate-fudge-brownie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know when you've had enough (or too much)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-681104368206910455?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/681104368206910455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=681104368206910455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/681104368206910455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/681104368206910455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/d-yay-just-finished-stinky-poo-poo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-2946727950274217841</id><published>2007-03-12T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:03:42.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well, i'm crying now. it's kind'a my fault for listening to slipped away. without fail it makes me cry everytime i listen to it. okay people emo post coming up. no mood for smileys now, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipped Away // Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day i found&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't ooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my wake up&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wake up&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking why&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fake it&lt;br /&gt;It happened you passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you back&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you're not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really matches with my situation, you know. i miss my grandmother, i do. i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-2946727950274217841?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/2946727950274217841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=2946727950274217841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/2946727950274217841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/2946727950274217841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-well-im-crying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-735883803293455268</id><published>2007-03-12T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:58:52.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to prove my earlier point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, My God, I hate the me that I've become This needy useless forgetting one (This IS a song mind you) -- &gt; jai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O, My God, I hate the me that I've become This needy useless forgetting one (This IS a song mind you)  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is there a bimbo heart in your pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.                           shammah! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because i want it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O, My God, I hate the me that I've become This needy useless forgetting one (This IS a song mind you) says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.                           shammah! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;see? and even toj says it's not bimbo. TOJ LEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-735883803293455268?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/735883803293455268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=735883803293455268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/735883803293455268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/735883803293455268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-to-prove-my-earlier-point-o-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-855666155153873419</id><published>2007-03-12T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:28:25.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kimberly, this post is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt; to you, and your irritation with sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to jai (who is such a retard at times) i am a poser. and why is that? because i don't dress like a 12-year old who should be wearing shoes with &lt;s&gt;hello kitty&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;cinderella&lt;/s&gt;. instead, i wear a navy blue jacket, abercrombie shirts and jeans with outing slippers and therefore i have been labelled a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;POSER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean can he hear himself out? you know, it's really hard growing as a girl in a family where you have an older brother like jai. i buy a skirt * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG YOU BOUGHT A SKIRT?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; * i wear outing slippers instead of shoes * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAM YOU'RE SUCH A POSER&lt;/span&gt; (sure, and you're such a jerk.) * i enjoy shopping * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOPPING IS SO GAY LA SHAM&lt;/span&gt; * i buy abercrombie tees * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAM GOING ON TSHIRT SPAM&lt;/span&gt; (nah, it's called buying new clothes 'cos old ones don't fit.) * i paint my nails * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANICURES ARE DAMN STUPID LA &lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where did the right for me to be a &lt;u&gt;girl&lt;/u&gt; go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what is wrong with dressing like a 14 year old perhaps? okay i know this sounds kind'aa ego but alot of people think i em am mature-r than a 12 year old so maybe i could help that by not dressing like a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing : what exactly is a 12-year old attire? what, skirts with frills and shirts which say chicken little? well the ironic thing is, when i dress like a 12 year old he goes "sham you look DAMN spastic." and when i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt; like a 14 year old he goes "poser." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my final conclusion ends here :&lt;br /&gt;sorry jai, but i am not your doll to dress up and pull apart when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fee&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like it. i am a person and i have feelings too. just because i don't dress the way YOU want me to, doesn't mean i have to change. i like my personality and i like my closet just the way it is. please have some brains and respect me for being a girl. well i still love you as a brother but maybe you can do some changing too and perhaps one day you can learn to back off a bit and give me my space.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-855666155153873419?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/855666155153873419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=855666155153873419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/855666155153873419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/855666155153873419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/kimberly-this-post-is-dedicated-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4807143503197779797</id><published>2007-03-11T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:33:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will post on yesterday's behalf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the movie was good i guess, the storyline and everything was quite nicely done. but only one thing they sang ALOT. nearly every 10 minutes they had a song, so by the time 90 minutes went by it was kind'a sickening. :x but the salted popcorn was good :D &amp; vivo's cinema is also pretty nice. it's really spacious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; your seats don't bounce up when you get up from your seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and candy empire was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG DAMN NICE&lt;/span&gt;. so many sweeeets. but they were like frigging expensive. we spent like $20 on 500 g of chocolate unknowingly :x well i took some pictures of the choocolate particularly to make nicole jealous :D well here they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOiCoPWayI/AAAAAAAAABE/iVfzacf_uzo/s1600-h/P1000530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOiCoPWayI/AAAAAAAAABE/iVfzacf_uzo/s200/P1000530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040550574002957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff we bought! :D - cinnamon nuts, chocolate balls and.. some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOjJoPWazI/AAAAAAAAABM/4GvcIzbkDgw/s1600-h/P1000554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOjJoPWazI/AAAAAAAAABM/4GvcIzbkDgw/s200/P1000554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040551793773669170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARS&lt;/span&gt; bars (which i feel like eating now)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOk9YPWa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/KXdBM8_FwCk/s1600-h/P1000558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOk9YPWa1I/AAAAAAAAABc/KXdBM8_FwCk/s200/P1000558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040553782343527250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some. chocolate balls i guess. with lots of nuts in em! but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; that bag lurks an ugly piece of chocolate containing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ginger&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOj04PWa0I/AAAAAAAAABU/L1-mGaxj2js/s1600-h/P1000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOj04PWa0I/AAAAAAAAABU/L1-mGaxj2js/s200/P1000546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040552536803011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is not a sweet. it's a pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt; slippers from hang ten which look ugly. HAHA. my toes don't even fit into them. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there's a part 2 of this shopping phenomenon but blogger's slow so can't upload the (hint) *holy* pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4807143503197779797?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4807143503197779797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4807143503197779797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4807143503197779797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4807143503197779797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/will-post-on-yesterdays-behalf-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vW3C3UI3bNU/RfOiCoPWayI/AAAAAAAAABE/iVfzacf_uzo/s72-c/P1000530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-8909507265629597046</id><published>2007-03-10T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:00:19.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised what a retard i used to be. i actually typed "girls" as "gals" and "happy" as "happi". i'm so pai seh la ): nevermindd i shall be cool and erase them off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamgirls&lt;/span&gt; with mom / aunt later :D actually heard it was a pretty good movie. but the main reason i'm going is because omg FINALLY GOING TO VIVO CITYYY :DDDD i shall take pictures of the place and make nicole jealous :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. nicole, i'm going to CANDY EMPIRE and and the big theatre and LOTS MORE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm currently playing poker with almas :D and i'm losing la.. wth lor, straights are supposed to be stronger than flushes, right? :x aiyahhhh. this version of poker is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. you can't discard cards! ): hmm i'll be buying some stuff from vivo city back for you guys, so if anyone has got anything you want me to get for you tag it in now. well you got to do it like &lt;u&gt;now now&lt;/u&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young scientist card nearly finished! (: quite pleased with the result actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay need to go. shower.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-8909507265629597046?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/8909507265629597046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=8909507265629597046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/8909507265629597046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/8909507265629597046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-realised-what-retard-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-5268715597679617689</id><published>2007-03-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:32:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yeah, it's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6a (half) gathering&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day : Thursday (during holidays :D)&lt;br /&gt;Time : 11 - 5, lunch at my place probably pizza again :/&lt;br /&gt;Where : my home &lt;s&gt;la&lt;/s&gt;... um ask me for directions personally if you still don't know your way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jun kang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gavin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mabel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gigi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kimberly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jun hui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fiona&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marsiat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jun hong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fahmi&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; who probably wants to come)&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys don't feel sad there's  6 of you.&lt;br /&gt;girls we shall own them with 7 of us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah i gtg for PARENTAL GUIDANCE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-5268715597679617689?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/5268715597679617689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=5268715597679617689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5268715597679617689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5268715597679617689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-yeah-its-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4770258119250119791</id><published>2007-03-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:12:53.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oweello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back from school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so late&lt;/span&gt; because there was a fire drill.&lt;br /&gt;which made us go to the field and stand there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;nicole kimberly and i were like going from break at library duty (well i go there to help :D) and then the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;and kimberly was like "do we need to go?"&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we had to.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when i found out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICK IS IN HOWEVERYOUSPELL-IT CRAWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;suppatacrawl? supatuckrawl?&lt;br /&gt;dude i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;no offence, but patrick kind'a looks like the guy who would be in &lt;s&gt;taf&lt;/s&gt; anklong.&lt;br /&gt;okay not anklong either.&lt;br /&gt;but basically a slacker cca.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrrm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to post on the class blog&lt;br /&gt;which no one will end up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chee teck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaka short post.&lt;br /&gt;well i need time for dota (:&lt;br /&gt;and for my tv show.&lt;br /&gt;and i need a shower.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our school has damn lot of cutters you know.&lt;br /&gt;cutting is lame and i tried to explain&lt;br /&gt;yet they think it's fun // cool.&lt;br /&gt;FTW?&lt;br /&gt;later they cut the vein.&lt;br /&gt;then they die.&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to draw a picture on saving earth from destruction (took that from [combination of PPG &amp; pokemon's team rocket]).&lt;br /&gt;and i drew the earth on fire.&lt;br /&gt;and when jun sheng asked me why i set the earth on fire,&lt;br /&gt;i replied "because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; in it :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shammah Depicts What Happened At Free Period Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : eh can change seat with me anot.. i want to talk to deshun. oi... girl.. eh whats your name ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah (offended) : dude you forgot my name, does it look as if i'm going to change seats with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : please la.. i remember now already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : speak good english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : walao. okay. Can I please change seats with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : i'll do anything if you let me sit with deshun. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : okay, go to the front of the class and pull your pants down to your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin pulls his pants at the back 1 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : very pai seh. ok... QUEEN WILL YOU PLEASE CHANGE SEATS WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : does it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like i want to be called that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavin : okay okay mei nu can swap seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shammah : =.='' no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D shammah owned gavins butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4770258119250119791?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4770258119250119791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4770258119250119791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4770258119250119791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4770258119250119791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/oweello.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-5760259237741736815</id><published>2007-03-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:16:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello :D&lt;br /&gt;i just finished putting together the class blog WOOHOO &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it looks kind'a nice.&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point of a nice looking blog when you got no content in it? ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;linked it.&lt;br /&gt;please go look (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm had to stay back today cos of the RI math comp.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH WAS OMFG FRIGGING DIFFICULT LA.&lt;br /&gt;i did like 6 out of 14 questions?&lt;br /&gt;which was gay.&lt;br /&gt;and which they gave 45 minutes for.&lt;br /&gt;ew i dont even know what a funny looking shape means&lt;br /&gt;or what a HFC is.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;if the hwa chong comp is gnna be that hard i'll tell mrs ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i quit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we received our chinese marks today.&lt;br /&gt;which i so died for.&lt;br /&gt;i scored a 65/90 leh.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese tuition teacher is going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i didn't improve, she can't teach me any longer ):&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;but congrats to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chen fen&lt;/span&gt; who scored 88.&lt;br /&gt;was it 88? or 87.&lt;br /&gt;w/e la lame shammah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;jai thinks its bimboish to put an aye behind words.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever jai -_-&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a bimbo if thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;inviting on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday! or thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably going to be allowed to ask 15 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(p.s. see if you're name's there. if not : sorry ): )&lt;br /&gt;listed according to 5A photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun kang - who can't come for SURE&lt;br /&gt;gavin - who will break my baseball bat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mabel &amp; gi.gi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;malcolm&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he threw seeds at my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIMBERLY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;JUN HUI!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;chee teck&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;edward&lt;/s&gt; are perverts. (they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; invited [please don't beg me for an invitation])&lt;br /&gt;nicole! :D&lt;br /&gt;desmondd - he needs MASS DOTA TRAINING LA.&lt;br /&gt;gabriel - he's okay liao le. not so much of a jerk as before :)&lt;br /&gt;marsiat &amp; fiona&lt;br /&gt;fahmi &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;brother&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun hong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tele up : 7 guys * 7 girls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and now deyshune is being a pain.&lt;br /&gt;he refuses to come to nicole's place to discuss young sci card work unless chee teck comes.&lt;br /&gt;and homo * according to mabel * might not be able to make it cos of his stupid flight :x&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall laugh.&lt;br /&gt;because i am weird.&lt;br /&gt;plus almas thinks i'm lame ):&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*poke*&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel inferior to last year and last last year's 6a. ):&lt;br /&gt;i nearly failed chinese!&lt;br /&gt;LEGASP&lt;s&gt;E&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;and i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want Shammah to stay IN THE COMPETITION please tag at the message boards Blogger07, the message boards Blogger07. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. it's a hint for you to go tag :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG!&lt;br /&gt;or i shall eat your head.&lt;br /&gt;and chew it with cotton buds.&lt;br /&gt;ee.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-5760259237741736815?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/5760259237741736815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=5760259237741736815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5760259237741736815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5760259237741736815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-hello-d-i-just-finished-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-3213181798081912881</id><published>2007-03-05T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:34:02.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoh today was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;we got our math &amp; english papers back.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;WHY AM I SO STUPID OMG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let a frigging... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; marks slip through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ON EARTH COULD I HAVE BEEN SO DUMB?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, does this : 1 : 6 look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you?&lt;br /&gt;or, does 75 divided by 3 make 15?&lt;br /&gt;WALAO EH i scored an 88.&lt;br /&gt;when i could have made a 96.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay.&lt;br /&gt;i shall get mobbed and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; for this.&lt;br /&gt;paris' hilton's stars are blind isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;but she's a retarded bimbo all the same :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate morning run la.&lt;br /&gt;it ruins your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to hell with it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was also kind'a boring T.T&lt;br /&gt;i hate hockey la.&lt;br /&gt;my back still hurts from bending over today. ):&lt;br /&gt;and before that we had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rotate our hips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but we were rotating when i think it was 6H walked down.&lt;br /&gt;it was so paiseh la. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mrs raymond told us off ):&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouting "GOAL!" during PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;the.&lt;br /&gt;hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats like super dumb if you ask me -.-&lt;br /&gt;she was like "not everyone is enjoying themselves playing out here"&lt;br /&gt;i was like dude wth?&lt;br /&gt;then might as well not have PE if we have guidelines on how to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i tried making an account but it said that i'm "ILLEGIBLE FOR AN ACCOUNT"&lt;br /&gt;T.T retarded laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;they don't even tell me why&lt;br /&gt;oh i have an idea to where i can vent frustration : DOTA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i'm happy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-3213181798081912881?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/3213181798081912881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=3213181798081912881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3213181798081912881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3213181798081912881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/aiyoh-today-was-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-7077307638049799552</id><published>2007-03-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:14:36.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the old url (an-absence-of--sense.blogspot.com) has now become a PORN WEBSITE.&lt;br /&gt;but it's N O T M E.&lt;br /&gt;well i look like a joke now.&lt;br /&gt;because alot of people linked me to that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT ME LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-7077307638049799552?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/7077307638049799552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=7077307638049799552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/7077307638049799552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/7077307638049799552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-3412834146613672190</id><published>2007-03-03T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:07:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was looking at quotes off tv.com for veronica mars. man these own la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina : I couldn't get him off my back.&lt;br /&gt;Logan : Did you try standing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : You wrote slut last year on my car at Shelley's party. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Madison : Because whore had too many letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : I made out with Dick and Casey?&lt;br /&gt;Madison : Puh-leaze. You made out with the garage door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : I never would have gotten through this past year if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;Keith : If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth : Isn’t joining the Navy alone gay enough to get thrown out of the Navy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : It's all fun and games until you get my foot up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia : So what do you think the kids are doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Keith : As long as they're not in jail or setting anything on fire, I kinda don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : And, your ass looks totally awesome, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pope : Congratulations, FBLAers. You are now worth exactly one million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Logan : What? You mean I've lost money? Heads will roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo : ...Security around here's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Keith : That's odd. [Sheriff Lamb] told me security here was quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Leo : (Laughs) You'd think so. He locks himself out pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallace : Oh, and Mr Clemons wants to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : You know, I'm beginning to think he's got a crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : And for my next trick! I will take J.B. into the hallway, whisper a few magic words, and when we return, he'll confess.&lt;br /&gt;J.B : Like real.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;J.B : I stole the test.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : TA DAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick : Dude. Am I drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Logan : No, dude, you're just special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : I found this in the copy machine.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hauser : Where did you get this? This is my exam.&lt;br /&gt;Veronica : In... the... copy machine. Am I still speaking English?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-3412834146613672190?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/3412834146613672190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=3412834146613672190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3412834146613672190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3412834146613672190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-looking-at-quotes-off-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4304095162588585066</id><published>2007-03-03T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:48:09.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm talking to nicole now.&lt;br /&gt;on msn lah&lt;br /&gt;i showed her the protest against PSLE display picture (1)&lt;br /&gt;and she quite liked it, i think. maybe she's lying :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite nice if you ask me :D&lt;br /&gt;well i did it right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole &amp; i like just got back from lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;our moms like FINALLY let us go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to macs for lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;where i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to get a mc spicy (which murdered my tongue).&lt;br /&gt;i finished my milo in 3 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;so i was so zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;because again i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to wear long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went shopping at more than words.&lt;br /&gt;i bought two tees :D&lt;br /&gt;and a few other stuff&lt;br /&gt;which totaled to $30.&lt;br /&gt;now i don't have money for veronica mars ):&lt;br /&gt;i bought a DOREMON MIRROR which looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;at least it beats my current &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink hello kitty&lt;/span&gt; one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like posting like this.&lt;br /&gt;it's fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to ask kelly to do the bimbo test.&lt;br /&gt;no offence to her la&lt;br /&gt;but i think she's going to score something like an 80.&lt;br /&gt;:0 i scored a 7. or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to get into trouble with tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i lost her book!&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should study.&lt;br /&gt;after ca1s? nah.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, you taking PSLE this year.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah hor. ok i study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw desmond at school today.&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i went back to help with some chinese workshop thing.&lt;br /&gt;he looked so gawky kicking his arms in the air.&lt;br /&gt;but according to nicole his stick swinging is pro.&lt;br /&gt;i need to watch.&lt;br /&gt;yet he refuses to show me ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4304095162588585066?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4304095162588585066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4304095162588585066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4304095162588585066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4304095162588585066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-talking-to-nicole-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-1805995586019338778</id><published>2007-03-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:23:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sneaking on the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my maid doesn't expose me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my dad is being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had community singing as usual.&lt;br /&gt;which was quite. weird.&lt;br /&gt;because they chose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you raise me up &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;josh groban&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;which i agree is a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;but it's so LAU TU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now i hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to style the other half of my fringe over to the left.&lt;br /&gt;but it jian chi bu ken.&lt;br /&gt;it's currently flopped over my head.&lt;br /&gt;like, yes, a MOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't feel like blogging now lar.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh and that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;i've got this song wishlist and i'm hoping to see if anyone has the songs here.&lt;br /&gt;well if you do maybe you'd be kind enough to give them to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. jesse McCartney - just so you know&lt;br /&gt;b. hello goodbye - here in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;oh and mrs raymond shuffled seats today! :D&lt;br /&gt;but i got seated in between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GAVIN AND DEYSHUNE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-1805995586019338778?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/1805995586019338778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=1805995586019338778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1805995586019338778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1805995586019338778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-2428291342009249292</id><published>2007-03-01T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:50:39.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i still don't get why my parents refuse to buy the veronica mars dvd.&lt;br /&gt;they're like "we need to talk about buying it"&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, is it like i've decided to move to america all by myself and ditch you guys here?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;then what?&lt;br /&gt;just because we want something it doesn't mean we should get it.&lt;br /&gt;oh please. can you stop being so old fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;screw it.&lt;br /&gt;THE EXAMS ARE OVER YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;sure thing smarty, its the ca1s. you still got 3 more rounds of them.&lt;br /&gt;well 4 actually.&lt;br /&gt;retard kid.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently,&lt;br /&gt;our english results suck.&lt;br /&gt;and so mrs raymond ranted at us today.&lt;br /&gt;ME IN PARTICULAR.&lt;br /&gt;*drop jaw in frustration*&lt;br /&gt;she was like talking about how we felt complacent and blah and didn't check our work.&lt;br /&gt;then she directed the question at ME.&lt;br /&gt;she was all, "we think our english is very good and we don't check, do we, SHAMMAH"&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "?"&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DID CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;for the WHOLE time i was free.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even take that "breather".&lt;br /&gt;NOR DID I ASK TO GO TO THE TOILET AS AN EXCUSE TO STRETCH LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;just because, mrs raymond, we didn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; that mistake does not give you an excuse to rant at people so directly.&lt;br /&gt;and make us feel super bad.&lt;br /&gt;because i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did check my paper to my best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and if im not wrong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mrs raymond has given us this lecture&lt;/span&gt; EVERY SINGLE ENGLISH PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;.. continue later dinner now&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay finished dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent the last 30 minutes studying cheng yu ting xie which i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt; on getting full marks for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the last 30 minutes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; this 30 minutes convincing my mom to buy VERONICA MARS.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;no, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;it was frigging cold today.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't stop raining and it started from last night.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i have an image of science papers as always raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music lessons were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;we listened to version (2) of sarvivor.&lt;br /&gt;you know the.. (this is version 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't sars me baby&lt;br /&gt;and i don't mean maybe&lt;br /&gt;no more surprises if you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USE YOUR BRAIN, USE YOUR BRAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we also sang this funny rain song.&lt;br /&gt;which i actually sang to.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't care who saw what, i kinda enjoyed myself :D&lt;br /&gt;then we sang that never give up song.&lt;br /&gt;which i guess the lyrics meant good.&lt;br /&gt;and when mdm mona lee asked us to change the "jesus" to "mona" i refused.&lt;br /&gt;i love God more than i love mdm mona lee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um okay.&lt;br /&gt;i need to rush to my room.&lt;br /&gt;my dedication on 987 might be playing. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-2428291342009249292?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/2428291342009249292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=2428291342009249292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/2428291342009249292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/2428291342009249292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-still-dont-get-why-my-parents-refuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4723601808208590244</id><published>2007-02-28T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:12:10.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's something wrong with my spectacles. it keeps slipping off my nose and it feels kinda bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the guys had some part to play in it during catching today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to face the fact that i can only outrun junkang on a running track. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want VERONICA MARS but i'm not getting it, i think ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched like 500 different clips of veronica mars on YOUTUBE but they don't add up. AHHHH D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please please please mom can we buy VM over amazon.com? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Chinese paper tomorrow and i'm so going to FAIIIIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, today's math paper was KILLER. mrs raymond was like "okay you got 1 more minute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was lik e " okay. my working looks messy. i'll rewrite them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cancels workings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"times up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"damnit, i haven't finished writing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4723601808208590244?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4723601808208590244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4723601808208590244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4723601808208590244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4723601808208590244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-something-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-4835024641186430024</id><published>2007-02-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:22:24.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so im currently trying to squeeze in whatever i can for tomorrows ca1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im so not doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember whats a SQUARE ROOT. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zac is trying to help me with understanding what is a square root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's doing fine but i still don't understand 'cos i think i've like become stupid today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the prime factors thing is confusing too D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the answer is 2,3, 7? eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE I HATE MATHS D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like closing the window and stop doing smelly maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead do.. CALIGRAPHYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no i cant. MY VERONICA MARS DVD IS DEPENDING ON THIS OMGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY. GOOGOGOGOGOG MORE GAN CHIONG GOGOGOGO YOU NEED THAT VERONICA MARS CD SHAMMAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like obsessed with the show (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for those who watch)&lt;br /&gt;i just wish veronica wouldn't go out with logan. seems weird eh.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish veronica would stop going out with a million guys at a time and just do what she's best at : being a awesome &lt;i&gt;DETECTIVE&lt;/i&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i think i can dl veronica mars on itunes. WHOOO GO ITUNES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i need to learn what is a mid point angle. ): im so going to die and not get that dear veronica mars cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear veronica mars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're super smart! :D i wish i were like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately im not. im stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to get your dvd. my mom just wouldnt let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im 100% sure she'd watch it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTA ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now zac is talking in leet. which is irritating D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shall be nice and tell him otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;leet is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need a shower and then SLEEP! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-4835024641186430024?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/4835024641186430024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=4835024641186430024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4835024641186430024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/4835024641186430024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-im-currently-trying-to-squeeze-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-5621677538180416950</id><published>2007-02-25T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:59:03.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't really feel like posting; i feel like going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; to dota. but i know you guys love my posts so i'll post a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church as normal today. in jeans :D i don't think i'm ready to wear a skirt to church yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was reading tuesdays with morrie (yes! got the book! :D) and so everyone was like coming around me and saying "hey you're reading tuesdays with morrie? DAMN GOOD BOOK". it was pretty amusing o.O then later colin (the 15 year old guy who acts super tough but seriously, he's more or less of a sheep in wolf's skin) came up to me and asked me about the book and stuff and was like.. "i cried when reading the book you know!". so from there i gaged that morrie the super-orhsorme professor is going to die. ): anyway the book is like super good and its DARN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a short guitar practice after lessons. it wasn't really a lesson lah, more of a test. joel (the young adult who's coaching jai + me) just gave us tips on playing the stuff and.. yeah. i'm starting to find guitar lessons really enjoyable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else..&lt;br /&gt;oh yah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESMOND IS NOOB AT DOTA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i actually had the brains to play with him. and my team so totally DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 reasons why desmond is NOOB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. the heroes he chooses suck -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. he buys all the wrong items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. he takes all the wrong skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. when we tell him the enemy is coming, he stands there like a gundu and doesn't budge. its basically telling the enemy "hey wanna earn a hero kill? sure go bottom lane and kick the hell out of desn123"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. you know desmond, you should really respond to people when they talk to you. a teamate got so frustrated with desmond (because desmond didn't respond after we asked him something) that he started shouting the f word at him. but desmond was a bit.. blur ah didn't notice that he was getting flammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. er. can help the team with group fights instead of going being a rambo solo? and killing yourself because you're noob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. because he types in TWIT. -.- he pisses off everyone he talks to. okay its not twit la, but its the mass use of shortforms. e.g. wat u want / go n die / good 4 u / i also going 2 the place. wait 4 me. RAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. last one : eh can type faster anot -.- he responds 15 minutes later (if he even responds at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry desmond if you're reading this and you feel offended. i can erase it if you don't like it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-5621677538180416950?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/5621677538180416950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=5621677538180416950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5621677538180416950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5621677538180416950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-really-feel-like-posting-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-8154702142814276983</id><published>2007-02-22T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:03:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. it's been a long time since i got down to posting. not that my life sucks and stuff (starts listening to emo stuff like my chemical romance and all american rejects) but that i managed to borrow the&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; warcraft cd from cousins&lt;/span&gt;! :D so installed warcraft and whooohoo DOTA! kind'a missed it but jai was a babahead and refused to install it for me. well that shows YOU jai, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i can install stuff on my own OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRMMM i'll have to post on yesterday's behalf because i was like so killed by homework that i finished at 1030 without doing anything else other than homework. i didn't even get near the com D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home after school and showered and stuff and rushed to gina's house to avoid getting wet. it was kind of a threat that if you were late you'd be splashed. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none of that happened. no one got wet cos we didn't get to splash anyone D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly the party wasn't THAT fun (no offence) but i guess since it was gina's birthday i stayed on until quite late :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously got the &lt;u&gt;shock of my life&lt;/u&gt; when i saw jia hui sitting in her living room in incredibly short.. shorts. i was like "omg why on EARTH did gina invite jia hui?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's when i found out that nearly everyone who came to gina's invite (other than lynette, jun hui &amp;amp; i) were those eh. weird people :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets name them:&lt;br /&gt;jia hui&lt;br /&gt;cindy (xin yu)&lt;br /&gt;en tong&lt;br /&gt;serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i cant remember la but basically it was kind of an odd party because jun hui and i were the only 6a people and we felt odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone was wearing hip clothing and i was wearing 3 quarters with brown tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i just noticed alot of people in our school are beginning to have the chicken backside hairstyle which looks kinda gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope when i go layer my hair it doesnt turn out like that D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;die if it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just an ownage guitar solo by ah niu. :D okay not really by him. in one of his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i left gina's house at 545 cos i was bored and had nothing to do. and i still needed to complete homework, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but the time i got home (i walked back) it was already 6. started homework like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. because there was THAT much. so obviously i need a shoutout to teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI. WE'RE NOT SUPERHUMANS LA. CAN STOP GIVING SO MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like DUDE. 1 compre, 1 synthesis, 2 li jies, 9 pages of math, 1 WHOLE FRIGGING SCI PAPER?!?!?!?!? walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i rushedddd and finished at 1030. slept at 1045 cos i still needed to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt;. but 1030? not bad already. poor jun hui had to stay up to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and wake up at &lt;u&gt;530&lt;/u&gt; in the morning to finish homework you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and jun hui resolved : maybe we shouldn't have gone for the invite. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm mona lee's lessons are rahh but her out-of-lesson-stuff is pretty &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;. i cant remember everything la, but she said something like.. "so when people tell me i got no money to study, it's &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" i was like. wow. but its not like im going to be a weirdo and go "OMG SHE USED BULLSHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of what happened to 6a`06. the teacher was like speaking to them and she was pretty annoyed with their crap attitude so she shouted "YOUR ATTITUDE&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; SUCKS&lt;/span&gt; MAN". that was funny, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway recess was good too 'cos i got to stick my finger into chocolate and lick it! :D but obviously i was obstructed by reuben who has suddenly become super annoying ._. he's forever sitting at the 6a table, barging into conversations and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont get me wrong, im not trying to be a snob. like (no offence) fiona. she actually said we had to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;work hard to get to sit at this table&lt;/span&gt; which i found was kinda lame. but anyway reuben is irritating. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to rush dota or i'll never get to play. to nicole : sorry. i really wanna play :D&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-8154702142814276983?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/8154702142814276983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=8154702142814276983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/8154702142814276983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/8154702142814276983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-787351635862268374</id><published>2007-02-16T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:10:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurraye i'm in the lab. but i'm still sad because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;xu lao shi gave chinese homework when she's &lt;u&gt;not supposed to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;anyway. going to create the private diary now ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-787351635862268374?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/787351635862268374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=787351635862268374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/787351635862268374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/787351635862268374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/hurraye-im-in-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-644684893539616321</id><published>2007-02-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:41:23.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is going to sound emo. so yeah prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out something : that i am extremely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. most kids can come home happily and their parents will go "what happened at school today?" and they will most likely reply "oh, great. except that (name of person) refuses to talk to me". however, if that happened to me, i would most likely go "oh normal lor". yeah, so spotted another thing, my parents don't know half of what's going on in my life. i don't like it much either, there's so many things i need to spit out but somehow my parents just aren't the people! i mean if i one day were to have my tie stripped away from me, i wouldn't like most kids pour heart and soul to their parents. i would go "my tie got stripped because... (lame lie)". i just can't talk to my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've looked for anyone mature enough to pour my heart and soul out to and i couldn't find anyone until i finally reached God. isn't he like the perfect candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. He knows what happened in your life so you obviously can't lie&lt;br /&gt;b. He understands how you feel about stuff. even stuff that only girls go through 'cos after all, he did create them.&lt;br /&gt;c. He's more than mature. He knows everything there is to know! i don't need to worry about telling him stuff and then him giving me wrong advice! like if i went to jun hui and told her everything she might not exactly know how to help me but for God it's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm going to try this which is start another private blog. no-one (other than God) is ever going to get to read it. but to anyone who does end up finding it - please shut the window immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-644684893539616321?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/644684893539616321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=644684893539616321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/644684893539616321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/644684893539616321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-post-is-going-to-sound-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-551773035827121431</id><published>2007-02-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:12:33.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly felt like blogging today, i have no idea why either! :D maybe it's 'cos i want to write out a shopping list, or maybe it's 'cos i'm happy. and high because i'm weird. o.O this paragraph makes no sense, skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; today was a usual drag at school D: but again was slightly more interesting than the usual 'cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erica kenna sent home&lt;/span&gt; 'cos of gastric pains or something. at first i thought it was another of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silly &lt;/span&gt;pretences but then she said she wanted to vomit and stuff so i guess for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once &lt;/span&gt;it was real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;was sent to lab for math again today which was boring 'cos mrs ang keeps on setting us papers, it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 whole pieces&lt;/span&gt; so far. and we're expected to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt; finish them. rahh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;.  also, it was super cold and the flu wouldn't stop irritating me. D: bad bad bad ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marsiats&lt;/span&gt; to do hw after school. which was quite successful until her youngest sister came and ruined the peace. D: we had to lock her out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt; we're quite mean (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now of course, my shoppee list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new billabong slingbag! i need another one (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hmmm more tees. and clothes :x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;er what else ahhhhhh. oh yeah new pencil case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;new wallet! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far everything on my wishlist is like off billabong. oh darn i'm spoilt.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-551773035827121431?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/551773035827121431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=551773035827121431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/551773035827121431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/551773035827121431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/suddenly-felt-like-blogging-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-5885791186799869539</id><published>2007-02-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:55:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yayyye. we're officially in the lab with ohhsopowerfulle xulaoshi who actually asked us to stop working and to go &amp;play :DDDD anyway. really upset about that applying past knowledge thing. you know, that art thingum that we were supposed to decorate. well yeah i messed up the PAST and so now i need to re-do it which is like. pain? i'll take the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;easy way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by scanning it ;DD bad me. okay gnna help nicole with her weirdo blog. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like going shopping today :D i'm highhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-5885791186799869539?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/5885791186799869539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=5885791186799869539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5885791186799869539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5885791186799869539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-yayyye.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-3932972726292214905</id><published>2007-02-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:00:47.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took this off my study book. tried scanning : didn't work ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine anyone bumping to president bush and saying "oh, hi ya, george"? or bumping into julia roberts and saying very rudely "Well excuse you!"? i doubt it. people don't casually disregard celebrities or dignitaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do people just throw around the name of God, who has done more and is more influential than any other human could ever be? it is common to hear people say in conversation "oh, my God" or "Good Lord!" very truthfully, we should answer back, "He's my God too!" or, "Yes, he IS good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reason people may say these things is that they don't realize how powerful and mighty God is. For those who know and love God, it is hurtful to hear people spit out His name with no fear, respect, or reverence toward him. Some people don't see it as a big deal, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First (and most important), God doesn't want us to misuse his name. He calls it SIN (Exodus 20 :7). When God set down laws for His people of Israel, He warned them that if they did not revere His glorious name,  He would send plagues and disasters (Deuteronomy 28 : 58).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if we remember all that God has done, creating the whole universe and giving His Son for every person on earth, it is unthinkable for us to treat His name without respect. God deserves great honor just because of who He is. Psalm 29 spells out how great God is. His attributes demand the highest esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-think who God is. Give him the respect that is due Him and Him name. Take time right now to praise and honor Him for being our faithful, forgiving, saving, merciful, holy, and sovereign Heavenly Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-3932972726292214905?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/3932972726292214905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=3932972726292214905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3932972726292214905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/3932972726292214905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-1373025354368871714</id><published>2007-02-03T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:17:18.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. posting this on yesterday's behalf since i got home from the parent-meet session really late and i had a debate with my mom over getting mobtv so i couldn't get on D: anyway, had to go for the meeting session since i had duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school just on time 'cos me and my mom were already running late so we decided to grab a taxi. :D but usually my mom wouldn't do that (: anyway, i saw jun hong as we were driving in and the expression on his face was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comical :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke to miss poon about the stations and so i was sent to the crappiest spot of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;main entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. which would also mean getting random hies from parents whom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i do not know at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i saw kimberly's mom and she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt; at me but i'm pretty sure it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fake smile&lt;/span&gt; since she doesn't like me. and fiona's mom smiled at me too, but again i'm sure it was a fake smile but fiona assured me otherwise; saying that since i didn't like HP her mother liked me ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to stand for an hour greeting parents which was so sian ): and the parents either come in huge groups or just like 3 every 10 minutes. but around the later half i went to talk to jun hong :D cos i was bored. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to the hall after that and just listened to oh-so-not-very-interesting-mr-sachi talk. and we just missed tze sian's parent's talk ): i was hoping to listen to that. anyway, we more or less talked among ourselves until we had to go and hold up the labels for the classes. but after that it was fine 'cos i got to peep into the 6a classroom :D where the parents were laughing at our dream schools ): okay going to earn my daily douse of 10k :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-1373025354368871714?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/1373025354368871714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=1373025354368871714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1373025354368871714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1373025354368871714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-6474402727261751677</id><published>2007-02-02T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:13:44.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks to fiona, even MORE people hate me now. yah, and they're not from our school. okay indirectly their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; are in cps. so it's the parents who hate me. actually i only know of 2 parents who hate me which is fiona's mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIMBERLY'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mom! and it's all fiona's fault. ): fiona somehow told kimberly's mom that i went to mabel's house and ordered her to give me coke. OMG SINCE WHEN DID I DO THAT LOHH. please la, since when was i so rude.. and fine, even if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; then i was probably saying it in sarcasm. so fiona this is going to you : YOUR GOSSIPING (REAL AND FAKE) DOES HURT PEOPLE YOU KNOW. IT'S NOT JUST SOME AUNTIE TALK; IT HURTS. would you like it fiona if i went to kimberly's mom and told her you gossip. but that's a true fact anyway. but still. just 'cos you don't like me fiona it doesn't mean you can talk crap about me to other moms okay. so now in kimberly's mom's eyes i am a total b****. great D: according to kimberly, i have a pretty bad reputation in her mom's eyes. in fact, i think i have a bad reputation in all parents eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now speaking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiona's &lt;/span&gt;mom. actually if she hates me it isn't so bad but the fact that she hates me because fiona told her that i was a stuck-up spoilt brat who has a lot of cash and thinks she can control the world?! how pissing is that la. now i'm looking forward to MGS even more, now that mean thoughts against me won't but held upon me anymore. i'm super angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i'm sure they don't like me for a reason and particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't show it&lt;/span&gt;. i mean kimberly and fiona's moms are really nice to me when i see them. HUMPHH. i tried thinking all day about why i was such a hated person and i found a few flaws. hopefully i can change them by the end of this year ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i tend to criticize a &lt;s&gt;bit&lt;/s&gt; lot. i shall try to cut down on that. but if you guys do catch me using something mean / not very clean please point it out to me. oh and the damns shall be reduced to craps and verys. and btw guys the b word up there was meant to be an example of what kimberly's mom thinks of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; now the majorr point : not allowing people / hurtfully hurting people about hsm / harry potter! okay i've explained this to you 5 billion times (esp kimberly) but i'll just do it one last time and hope you guys never bring it up at school again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watching high school musical is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. it is perfectly OH KAY if you want to watch it. but in my view i find it very (i'll put it in a nice way) silly :0 so maybe i do go a bit far with high school musical but i won't in the future (i promise, but remind me). so here's the pledge : i shall not go overboard with mean things about high school musical. except you have to agree with me the tunes aren't THAT nice ._. forget i said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; is however a different story all together. harry potter IS wrong and i am trying to take you out of what's wrong. its the same as if your friend smokes you try to convince him/her not to smoke. and you never know, indulging with witchcraft and sorcery can be just as bad as smoking. okay and following up : the FAQS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAQ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i'm not a christian, why should i listen? anyway, if i don't share my religion to you, why should you do the same and try to convince me out of harry potter? - &lt;/span&gt;because according to the bible i am supposed to share Christ with you, and so by sharing Christ means trying to help you see God and in that journey letting go of things that you aren't supposed to do.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okaay, that was the only faq. so its frequently asked QUESTION. anyway, moving on! with more reasons why people hate me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- er i am kind of.. bossy? i might be. i kind of am. but i guess it is kind of horrid to get bossed about by another person. so alright, i'll try and be a bit less of a talker and take-over and more of a listener and a follower. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i judge people very easily. i don't really give them much of a chance to do / say anything and i pretty much don't like weird people :o anyway, i'll be nicer to you in the future ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dude i bully! weak guys esp ;D okay so that's no more bullying for the rest of my life ;D but then again i shall still bully my cousins because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the use of younger cousins when YOU CAN'T BULLY THEM&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are all i can actually think of at the moment but anyhow i think it's alot for me to change. but hopefully you guyys will heeeelp me along the way :D but whatever happens i know that my parents, my brother and most importantly God still loves me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s to kimberly's mom &gt;&gt; don't listen to fiona please. then you'll end up hating lots of people. fiona likes to gossip i dunno why but please don't hate me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long post. and now we shall apply HABITS OF MIND! if you are an intelligent person, you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apply your past knowledge and tag at the board.&lt;/span&gt; if you didn't however, i'll know what's wrong. okay sorry if that offended anyone :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-6474402727261751677?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/6474402727261751677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=6474402727261751677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/6474402727261751677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/6474402727261751677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-to-fiona-even-more-people-hate_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-5454658764029627641</id><published>2007-01-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:00:12.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a feeling everyone hates me. yeah, i dunno why but i have this funny feeling when i wake up and i go to school that everyone hates me. i'm sure only jun hui doesn't hate me got alot of examples below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;kimberly -&gt; hates me because i find it super-super retarded how she permanently addresses desmond, gavin and cheeteck in a SPECIAL BUT NO OFFENCE SUPER LAME WAYY. also, because i don't like hsm cos its cheesy. and she thinks i should let people think how they want to think. if you want to watch hsm fine, go do it, it isn't wrong. but yes using God's name in vain &amp; watching harry potter is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. full stoppe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;nicole -&gt; she hates me 'cos of the previous post. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mabel -&gt; i am a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slacker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i'm always taking her worksheets 'cos i'm slow and i need to copy corrections.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;jun hong -&gt; cos i'm always eating his food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gabriel -&gt; actually i don't mind gabrielle hating me. since he's such a jerk :0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ming hui -&gt; the 6b guyy who's in my cl class. i told the guy sitting next to me to quieten down because he's so loud but then ming hui extra go and screw me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gigi -&gt; 'cos she acts like erica sometimes and doesn't like it when i point it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet this list could go on forever but a. i'm too lazy to finish it and b. i want to go watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ying huo chong de meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-5454658764029627641?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/5454658764029627641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=5454658764029627641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5454658764029627641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/5454658764029627641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-feeling-everyone-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-1815119158462637994</id><published>2007-01-28T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:01:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omge. tried logging into neopets to do graphic requests but o.O my pw changed. did i change it myself or did someone hack into my account damnit. i'm super worried and the stupid password retrieving system is how bloody slow. but anyway, i won't cuss anymore, it's sunday; and so im happyee! i love sundayyyyyyys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I AM SUPER PISSED BECAUSE NEOPETS IS ACTING RETARDED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-1815119158462637994?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/1815119158462637994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=1815119158462637994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1815119158462637994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1815119158462637994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/omge.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-1012539813677628555</id><published>2007-01-27T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:40:25.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys. sorry, i know the on off password thing is pretty annoying, but i think i went to far with the previous post. yup, it's final, does nicole not only not regard me as a good buddy anymore, she HATES me. she even unlinked me ): well anyway, i guess it's my fault for writing such nasty things. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't brushed or changed or anything and i think i'm going to be late for mabel's. &amp;amp; i can't find the nylon string i was supposed to bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-1012539813677628555?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/1012539813677628555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=1012539813677628555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1012539813677628555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/1012539813677628555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-593981071006185192</id><published>2007-01-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:56:47.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy, so it's 10 : 52 and i've been on the computer for approx. 6 hours today! and no work done so far :D heh. anyway, looking forward to tmr at mabels for NASI LEMAK + CHICKEN WINGS (: her mom's chicken wings are super yummy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to myself of the tagboard 'cos i was trying to see what the scrollbar looks like (: omg. i haven't showered. yuckk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel like posting, but on the other hand i wanna type alot. now i've got an urge to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like playing ddrrrrr and waking up everyone in the block. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are burning but i love the comp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabel's blogskin looks pretty! prettier than mine. jealous rahh X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-593981071006185192?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/593981071006185192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=593981071006185192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/593981071006185192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/593981071006185192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/okayy-so-its-10-52-and-ive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116979934245839996</id><published>2007-01-26T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:15:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you noticed i changed the pw. for a very important reason. it is that nicole no longer regards me as a good friend so i had to change it. sorry, i know this password thing is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     anyway. if you had noticed, nicole has been er, mixing with gabriel and deshun's weird gang. D: its fine mixing with them but not to that extent where you neglect your two ex-friends totally and get distracted from your studies by boys. yes i'm serious, BOYS. i have no idea what's gotten into nicole, but lately she's been hanging out with deshun, etc, and its like KABOOM everything else doesn't matter, the fact that the only thing she does during lessons is talk to cheeteck and the fact that she spent one whole night SMS-ing deshun. i'm really getting worried for her you know, she's like not, distracted, in fact she's totally off the road of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and oh fine, maybe she does do that, but to actually neglect me and jun hui? she used to call me like 5 times a day, and now, i barely speak 2 lines to her when i see her. no, now she calls tiffany. or DESHUN for that matter. it's not that i'm jealous, i just find it very alarming how a person can change so much in one night. okay, actually not one night. at first she was normal, then all one day she started being a total bitch. it's not nicole i'm referring to, it's her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;. all of a sudden when i comment about her scribble drawing, and i told her that the nose was out of place she turned around with that piss-off face and screwed me by saying "shuttup!" it's not that i'm hurt, i usually hear the word shuttup and i'm more than used to it, it's just, she knows i'm doing it not to hurt her but to be.. frank, and yet she turns around in such a hurting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and whattsup with deshun? mega crush #500? finding out nicole's crushes are a piece of cake. just watch her for one recess when she plays catching. its basically : i chase my crush to get close to him and get the opportunity to hit him on the shoulder when i catch him. if anyone at this point asks me whether i'm jealous of nicole's mini relationship with deshun i shall literally smack you D: and whatever deshun is doing, he's not going to be the one losing out. nicole is going to lose out. have you noticed how much nicole has been going off work and studies since her campaign to attract her crush began? i don't think she's going to make it to rv or to bpgh for that matter. and deshun is going to ace it to hwachong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    feeling very worried for her you know. and just something to laugh about : when we were sitting at the benches after recess; waiting for mrs ang; we saw nicole sitting with the guys, her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lips pouting OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as if she wanted to kiss someone (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    okay, been on for a long time and i think i'm going to go get something to eat. (: loveeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116979934245839996?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116979934245839996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116979934245839996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116979934245839996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116979934245839996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-noticed-i-changed-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116962640410183872</id><published>2007-01-24T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:13:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate today. today sucked. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     1. the fractions test was how difficult. only managed to get one of the two qst right ._.&lt;br /&gt;     2. i didn't do my chi hw ):&lt;br /&gt;     3. i didn't bring the chinese book that we were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;     4. i didn't have ANYTHING to do during art period&lt;br /&gt;     5. my wallet got stained by the stupid blue marker's ink&lt;br /&gt;     6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I GOT LOCKED IN THE CLASSROOM&lt;/u&gt; because nicole refused to take the care hearts to her locker so they flew about and while i was crouching on the floor looking for them i got locked in.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. my instrument needs a cleaning badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how much my day sucked? and having so much hw isn't improving the situation in any way. oh and i forgot to add one more i lost my g25. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GETTING LOCKED INTO THE CLASSROOM?! how retarded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; that get i ask you!!! so with all the crap thats going on its pretty obvious that i am extremely irritated with some people and some things. but no, i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; irritated with gigi or mabel its nicole i'm seriously mad at. and to kimberly : sorry i ignored you when you talked to me at lunch. was just really pissed. at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. i mean nicole is in charge of the board too right? why can't she keep the hearts? now she's acting exactly how erica does. she washes off her responsibilities when she feels like it at takes it back when she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels like doing it&lt;/span&gt;. don't be surprised if i end up ignoring her the whole of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116962640410183872?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116962640410183872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116962640410183872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116962640410183872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116962640410183872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116954112372396098</id><published>2007-01-23T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:32:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all because of that silly blue crayon i can't finish my art hw. i can't write over the silly blue crayon's texture! ): i haven't posted for a while 'cos first i got sick then i downloaded the PSP trial so i'm having fun with it oh yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &gt;&gt; so it's a tuesday, which meant no pledge taking but recess duty. ): had pe today which was pretty boring because we were somewhat forced to play badminton. and that's where mrs raymond told me i had put on weight! was pretty hurtful initially but at this point i don't really care. so what if i'm heavy. i don't really care. but anyhow, i'm not going to act like those pathetic bimbos who go around saying they're fat when they're NOT. well i'm not overweight and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; &lt;s&gt;we had&lt;/s&gt; the class had spelling after recess which was FUN. because i didn't  spelling. drew a lot last week and skipped spelling :D but had to sweep the class all the same. just before recess mrs raymond complained AGAIN. because the boys were RUDE when leaving the math appr. in the lab. and it's because of mrs gill the sloppy FISH. no one likes her, really. she complained that the boys didn't thank her after leaving the stuff in the lab but malcolm claimed to do so. which was funny. but he said he said it really softly. i don't really know who to believe but i'm going to believe malcolm 'cos i don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; mrs gill the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; here's a random question, is my blog boring? if so i'll do the usual trick of livening it up with twit. okay maybe not because my brother might punch me oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116954112372396098?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116954112372396098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116954112372396098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116954112372396098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116954112372396098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-because-of-that-silly-blue-crayon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116886055189516922</id><published>2007-01-15T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:42:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;today was the usual monday, classes and then proceeding to a long stay back with IT lessons to finish. i didn't forget any books today, due to the fact that i was a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;good girl&lt;/span&gt; and finished most of my homework on like saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; we had morning run in the morning and i really hate morning runs. it totally ruins the morning! i mean, you come to school all fresh and feeling happy 'cos you aren't late, and then they spoil the day by making you do rounds. immediately after then run you feel lousy. yes, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lousy&lt;/span&gt;. especially when you don't eat breakfast due to the immense rush. and whats worse is that you get stitches 'cos your food can't digest in time ): *hates morning run*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; we begun with a math lesson, mrs ang letting us go and change into our uniforms. we were supposed to take our photos for some smartcard thing at 8, so yeahh. okay, so we were all set and everything (and i looked so silly because my hair sucks) and went down at 8. we were supposed to be done by 8 : 15, but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the photographers took like 2 hours to come (fine, 30 minutes!). i hate the photographers (pg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg : sit down and take off your spectacles, look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;me : (in thought) okay, fine. no specs. *without specs* what. i can't see a frigging thing!&lt;br /&gt;pg : move left! move right! a bit! no, no, change. chin up. look here. stop smiling like that. no teeth. no biting. straight!&lt;br /&gt;me : (in thought) omg shuttup you stupid photographer! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; i didn't see my photo, but i know i looked silly 'cos i had to take 3 photos 'cos 2 weren't good enough for the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;photographers&lt;/span&gt;. but anyway, here's my plan : purposely lose my smartcard and then go get a new one! (: anyway, all of us from 6A've agreed that the photographers + our photos are silly. esp kimberly. or kimberlaye. whatever :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; had a little bit of english and then was dismissed for recess where i had to rush my ss homework 'cos i didn't take my wb home ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; assembly was boring (no offence!) and yeahh.. moving on to ITee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; we continued with what we did last week, the powerpoint thingyy. i finished mine pretty early and so was playing with leadmail. and that's when we invented (or stole from kelly!) the "aye" idea. it's basically ending or somewhat finishing your name with an "aye" so kimberly becomes kimberlaye and jun hui becomes jun huayye! mine's really silly, shammaye. lol dumb. we moved on to forums. and forums was such a disaster i tell you. all the stupid boys were spamming the forum with silly stuff and michael (who has now gone under my pray for list") was actually counting the amount of spams he could make. dummie! ): the class was ruined 'cos of them lohh. and then malcolm went to start a off topic "caleb loves erica" thing which really pissed mr ow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; okay i need to go for dinner, dad at nagging mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116886055189516922?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116886055189516922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116886055189516922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116886055189516922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116886055189516922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-usual-monday-classes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116858322170028599</id><published>2007-01-12T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:27:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhhh, on the computer the minute i finished lunch! *shocked* :0 but, it's the weekend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who cares&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy rainy rainy all day D: was raining when i left for school and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; raining when i left school. rahh. stupid rain got my tie and books all wet and to make it worse i was already late ): still made it to school in time to dry up and say pledge :D with a silly wet tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; english was the usual, do a grammar test, mark the vocabulary section, go through stuff.. D: there wasn't any time to put up the dream school paper thing 'cos we had to leave for mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; went down to the MT games corner thing which turned out to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO BORING&lt;/span&gt;. the games were so brain-dead loh. i mean common, mix and match "satay" with "BBQ meat"? and then the stupid boys from my group kept on flipping the thing. i shall say this, for the first time in my life&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. i'm glad i'm not one of those lame, stupid, retarded, childish, baba-brained, ego, selfish, insulting, dumb, lazy, conceited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUTTHEADS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; RECESS! was boring 'cos everyone went missing D: and i was left alone. sad me. ): i bought a hashbrown without thinking of my little promise yesterday. YUCK THE HASHBROWN SUCKED! it was so oily and the only thing you can taste is the oil. eewie. so i wasted my 40 cents. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; had math. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; i didn't do my homework. but nevermind mrs ang didn't catch :D just as the math lesson ended mrs ang remembered the forgotten science test and so we did that instead of another period of english. the paper was quite tough (yes it was :P) but on the other hand pretty basic. i'm still going to fail ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &gt;&gt; okay, social studies. we needed to pass the science test papers to mdm mona lee, but we had no sci rap so then mrs geraldine lee asked for volunteers. no one came out until she threatened to throw them away. all of us were like looking at erica. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you stupid pig you're the wrongly-chose monitress, go pass them up&lt;/span&gt;. so i called her name and she looked at me, giving me that "i am plain retarded and i don't understand you" look. stupid fatty. she's the monitress and this kind'a thing is her responsibility what. and then 'cos no one took it until jia yi finally volunteered, we were given a 25 minute lecture on BLAH BLAH BLAH. its really amazing how mrs lee can change subject so fast. but whatever, i'm still so pissed. just 'cos of that conceited shithead we got into trouble. and later when i asked her about it she was like "what lah you! i also never ask to be monitress right! i don't want to hand up ok!" yeah sure, and like no one saw that stupid smirk on your ugly face when you were sabo-elected. i wanna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to go help camille with the pw thing. she can't get through. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116858322170028599?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116858322170028599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116858322170028599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116858322170028599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116858322170028599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/ohhhh-on-computer-minute-i-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116850694466549893</id><published>2007-01-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:15:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy for blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my homework and it's already pretty amazing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first time i finished all meh homework before 7.&lt;/span&gt; going to earn my NP and then watch tv again :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had genre reading again which is pretty boring -.- i mean you give us the same book 3 times and we've had a combined reading time of like 45 minutes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt; i think i read it from cover to cover like 10 times D: had maths first which again wasn't that smooth going (which math lesson is?) 'cos of the homework D: actually i also didn't do, but i wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of workings at the sides so i got away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of the science lesson which was next we proceeded to do the math test. which ended up to be really really simple, other than for that weird pattern question. that was a bit funny. but it doesn't really matter, i'm not going to get full marks anyway, be the paper easy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really late for recess duty so had to gobble up my disgustingly diluted mashed potatoes. i'm not gonna buy from the shop anymore loh. nicole said that the wedges (fine, she calls them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wedgies&lt;/span&gt;) were hard and jun hui said the tuna pizza tasted like crap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my potatoes sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr science lesson continued again after recess where mdm mona lee again gave a sharing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our oh-so-wonderful seniors&lt;/span&gt; #735. D: stop comparing us with our seniors okayy, we're different and i don't see why we shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;englishhh..! bluh bluh bluh, skip everything. until the end of lesson where nicole &amp; i were supposed to put up those dream school stuff. which was super hilarious 'cos we got to see all the weirdo photos. gabriel's photo was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how damn funny&lt;/span&gt;. he looked like a girl :D and tiffany finally doesn't want to go to bpgh!!! finally changed her mind to rgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese!! i hate the dumbo sitting next to me. he's damn childish and he's forever scribbling on my books with a stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pen&lt;/span&gt;. he keeps on calling people bodohs but.. frankly i think im smarter than that autistic crap. rahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; minutes of lunch before supplementary which was a bit of a drag. but we got sweets! (: it was raining so had to chiong through the rain. again. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay i know my posts are getting more and more boring but .. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116850694466549893?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116850694466549893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116850694466549893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116850694466549893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116850694466549893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/yayy-for-blogging-just-finished-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116842199609228692</id><published>2007-01-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:39:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just noticed that I'm earning a heck lot'a cash, without a real goal to what i'm doing. so, i'm browsing about neopets and i'm going to find at least 10 things to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the possible avatars i can get (through NP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A royal pb for Shaonda! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bigger shop with lots of things to sell at huge discounted prices (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expand my gallery to PB MANIA!! and stamp mania too! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;okay i'm not aiming for a good neodeck, im pathetic at neodeck stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful neohome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;level 100 neopets! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of trophies (which unfortunately mostly can't be won with NP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i need to go finish of my work - im not going to let myself get under mdm mona lee's skin. no pledge taking tmr! woohoo! .. oh got recess dutyy D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116842199609228692?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116842199609228692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116842199609228692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116842199609228692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116842199609228692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-noticed-that-im-earning-heck.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116833921855672612</id><published>2007-01-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:40:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm, just earned 10 k of neopoints or more for that matter with this really cheap tactic i thought of. basically i play mootix drop and whack-a-kass (both earning me 2500 NP) on 4 accounts. i keep this going for 10 days ah woah la, it's 100 k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, with all the money i do promise to do some stuff :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy nicole a faerie or baby PB (as a super-late birthday gift. sorry nicole, the account that should have 800 k has gone missing, so just give me 2 months &amp; i'll give you your b'day prezzie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;erm i want to get all the avvies possible :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;lab map&lt;/s&gt; i forgot, i already have it :D hmmm... MORPHING POTION OHH YEAH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i'll add some more when i think of em (: okay, to what happened at school today (not much, a typical day of boring p6 D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school not bringing a storybook D: but then we had genre reading, so escaped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. hm, had science lesson and mdm mona lee managed to remember my name :DD and kimberly's. lol i was tempted to type kimberly's name as kimberlie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first recess duty today and it was really boring 'cos there wasn't anyone there! D: and that reminds me. all you prefects, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bai tuo&lt;/span&gt; la, wear your ties... you're gonna get into trouble loh. and no, i'm not trying to act goodie but seriously, wear them. they look quite nice anyway what :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skippp &gt;&gt; mock test! it was so hard lah.. i don't even know what those two guys were eating. and all my answers were like cut! super-short D: and tiffany found it easy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, tiffany we understand you're smarter than us, but please stop rubbing it in. frankly, you shouldn't be here, you should be in 6.1, so maybe you could stop gloating?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116833921855672612?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116833921855672612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116833921855672612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116833921855672612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116833921855672612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmmm-just-earned-10-k-of-neopoints-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116816988643219052</id><published>2007-01-07T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:38:06.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, haven't posted in a while. D: was too hung up with other stuff like neopets graphics and stuff. but its OKAYY i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to church (as per normal) and had promotion sunday. got put together with the p5's, as last year. ian went up to sec 1 (as an individual, poor guyy) and lots of the little kids were put together with parents and stuff, so there was lots going on. i'm getting aunty lay hong as a teacher (woot :D)  as well as uncle kok chung and aunty lena. it's probably going to be one of the best church years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did remember mrs dass saying just take 1-2 hours off to do work right? well thats precisely what i did. i did approximately 1 hour's worth of work. uhh. but i'm going to read my chinese file today night in preparation for next week's test, which i am dreading terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to church, had guitar lessons (my very first) and it was really fun. learnt the "open string concept" which is basically to avoid the last two strings on the guitar. following the concept, we learnt the song "open the eyes of my heart" which is really meaningful :D okay, tell me, am i boring you with my un-fun posts? sorry 'bout that D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go out for dinner tonight but i think i can forget about pizza hut. oh well. okay will post more tmr. PE! oh yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116816988643219052?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116816988643219052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116816988643219052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116816988643219052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116816988643219052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116789720273729363</id><published>2007-01-04T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:53:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is what, slacker day? i haven't done any homework OR revision and it's nearly... 4. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll finish this post later gtg. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116789720273729363?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116789720273729363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116789720273729363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116789720273729363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116789720273729363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-what-slacker-day-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116764094776126707</id><published>2007-01-01T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:07:11.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, its 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a row of wonderful (well, not suprises) things. i have, yes, successfully cleaned up my room and having worked at least 2 hours today, it really set my mind to ease. now all that's left is actually finishing the work. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going over to zac &amp; titus' place for EFG dinner later (which i'm sure is going to be really fun). and, i wanna' talk to cheryl about MGS. okay, maybe p6 won't be such a terror, since i'm working for something that i want (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to put my songs into my Mp3 player! whooo! its been nights of trying to stuff in music; but not being able to due to the different song formats. however, it's finally done! now the only problem is filling up the rest of the space :D i think i've still got like, what, 100 MB left? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice chat with toj just now - something i haven't been able to do in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;well, praise the Lord for everything that's happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one last thing, i'm sorta' going to start this prayer thing for myself, so it's like everyday i try and pray for someone, so if you happen to want me to pray for you or something i'd be more than willing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys need to study (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;uh, and my computer is super lagging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116764094776126707?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116764094776126707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116764094776126707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116764094776126707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116764094776126707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-its-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116756977479803593</id><published>2006-12-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:11:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school, as everyone has noticed , is starting shockingly soon and its a mere fact that I haven't done any work at all. other than that pathetic piece of math. and, my room's current state is adding on to the stress. so, i shall state : once in my life i have felt the meaning of stress and not being able to do things i want to do; having the many other things piling down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to sort things out by writing them down but in the midst of all the other things i just can't do them. for one, i promised to copy out 50 words from the dictionary into my vocabulary book to make up for the loss of reading. however, i have not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my vocabulary book all this holiday. for two, i also promised to finish my synthesis (we are supposed to do all of them, according to fiona); which i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole lot to do and so little time! well, God will help me through it somehow or other! (: its going to be year 2007 really soon and i can't wait. can't wait to make a new beginning, can't wait to start things on their wheels again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my new year resolutions. listen, i'm trying to be as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to it as possible okayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want to love my neighbours as myself&lt;br /&gt;- i want to have a closer relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;- i want to be a really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; head prefect this year. not a total psycho kia with no idea of what she's doing, but a responsible one for others to actually look up to&lt;br /&gt;- not to be such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yes i do realise that i tend to bully some people.&lt;br /&gt;- i shall try to be as true to my blog as possible (that's why you guys are going to see that i'm putting in a password thing so that you know, only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people can read it.&lt;br /&gt;- i will spend at least 3 hours a day studying&lt;br /&gt;- i am not going to be a total, yes, piss off to people. but i was or am, bear with me okayy you lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 resolutions for year 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116756977479803593?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116756977479803593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116756977479803593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116756977479803593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116756977479803593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/school-as-everyone-has-noticed-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116703588009092577</id><published>2006-12-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:38:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH WHEE CHRISTMAS!!! YAYYYYYY. today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we opened presents yesterday night at 12  pm and WOAH so many presents!!!!!!!!!!!!! what 20 odd? AND OMG I LOVE MY PRESENTS. ill write them down later but main ones still can rmb :DD OH WHEEE I GOT MY OWN MP3! FINALLY NOT ON LOAN ANYMORE! its a creative nano plus. AND OMGHEEE I GOT MY DANCE MAT OH YEAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jai got my a nightmare before christmas keychain [which is currently hanging on my mp3 player] a mug and some stuff, i got cookies, a teen magazine from my mom an ownage headset from my mom and woah alot lah. i love christmas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyay went to church for service today and ahh it was so boring ): i swear i caught my mom dozing off. lets type korean. |0 -|0 ok that was random. anyway, i saw sophia at church! so i found out she goes to the same church as my aunt which is so awesome cos then i can see her more often :D and we saw pringles guy!!! i cant wait to tell colin about his new haircut. went straight to the shangrila hotel after that for christmas lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg SO MUCH YUMMYYYY FOOD! and they had this HUGE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN WITH RICH CHOCOLATE POURING DOWN................ too bad for you nicole. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to s'pore tmr! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116703588009092577?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116703588009092577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116703588009092577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116703588009092577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116703588009092577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-whee-christmas-yayyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116692941791448034</id><published>2006-12-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:03:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cousin can be a real pain sometimes you know. and you guys might find me mean, complaining to my blog and all but its the only way im going to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SPOILING THE KID MAN. everytime the irritatant gets hurt he runs to his mom and complains. and what happens WE GET INTO TROUBLE. its so frigging irritatin i tell you and he's like forever whining. sometimes i just feel like breaking his jaw/ D: but i guess im not the great a cousin either. but at least i bought them xmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm todays the eve! yayayyayayay. my aunt arranged it so that we open presents on the eve but that is like SO BORING so all of my cousins + brother are gnna boycott the plan and open in the morning :DD and we're supposed to go to the elephant reserve today but everyones watching poseidon. ahh. and i need to find a few clips to clip down my hair which currently looks like curly fries from a &amp; w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A &amp;amp; W! we went for gaiythri akkas midnight party at a &amp; ws yesterday. i think i got her name wrong but nvm she wont read it anyway :D anyway. i ordered chicken and ice cream. but ive got one thing to say to a &amp;amp; w. dont be macs // burger &lt;s&gt;kong&lt;/s&gt; king // kfc. you cant do burgers and stuff like they do OKAYYYYYY. the chicken was not nice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and im buying like 10 pieces of gum back to singapore for you guys so be nice to me and i'll give you one (: ciaos gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116692941791448034?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116692941791448034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116692941791448034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116692941791448034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116692941791448034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-cousin-can-be-real-pain-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116684662748165565</id><published>2006-12-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:03:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back form a pottery class which was really fun. but the damn clay kept on getting stuck in my fingernails D: i made this swir;ly bowl which looked like a brain. and i bought 2 bowls for my dad as an xmas present (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i gtg need to go to some relatives house to meet cousins and blah blah how boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh going to elephant reserve tmr! yayyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116684662748165565?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116684662748165565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116684662748165565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116684662748165565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116684662748165565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-came-back-form-pottery-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116671520697128411</id><published>2006-12-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:33:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no! i havent posted since the... 12th! which means a frigging 7 days! AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have a good excuse la. i have been really busy. yes really busy installing the new computer and everything (: and i came here on wednesday. [im in malaysia now] and blah blah blah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my first manicure / pedicure! and it was actually pretty fun other than the time they used a scrub to scrub my foot 'cos it was really ticklish. i was laughing. (: actually i wanted to paint my nails black // green one.. then my dad had to come and say it looks like a witches fingernails so i decided not to loh. i took clear blue + metallic blue. and no offence to cousins : but ur keyboard sucks. uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for kart racing tmr!! and Christmas is coming soon. OH NO i dont have space in my suit case for presents D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i gtg my cousin wants me to go up. ill try to sneak on the com tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY COUSINS HAVE A DDR MAT + A DRUM SET :DDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116671520697128411?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116671520697128411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116671520697128411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116671520697128411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116671520697128411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-no-i-havent-posted-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116625224001261379</id><published>2006-12-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:57:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so incredibly bored. and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres like nothing to do at home and even though ive got a new hobby of ballooning i only can do the poodle and the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that stupid installation CD we cant fix the old com &amp; install the new one. okay i think i need to pray for myself. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116625224001261379?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116625224001261379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116625224001261379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116625224001261379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116625224001261379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-incredibly-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116615871592085739</id><published>2006-12-15T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:23:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teen street :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ended! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm i'll try splitting up the days so its easier for you guys to read (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 [Set-Up] Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the night train with joshua + cousins and mom and jai and blah to seremban and went straight to the campus which was a pretty nice place. but it was like how frigging huge and it took me like what.. 4 days out of 6 to get used to it? anyway, we met shaun in the van. shaun is pretty nice and he's always got these weird, random facts about english or something liddat. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put our stuff in the temporary rooms before having breakfast which was COLD. WET and SOGGY. so heres a hint. never ask for ta-pao-ed mee goreng. if you're gonna eat mee goreng, have it fresh. started work immediately after that :D i was assigned to sabrina's team [the cafe] which was after all the best place for me :D we got the whole idea planned and arranged the tables. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH WAS VERY *AHEM*. walao ehh i was forced into plain rice and veg [and since when has anyone seen me actually taking veg?!] and joshua took a photo of me D: joshua is ALWAYS taking photos. but then again its gnna come to good use cos im gnna flood my blog with them once i get them :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started working again and we completed the arranging of tables and stuff so i went over to help lor. cant rmb what i did after that alr lah. went for dinner later which was OKAY. i think after that none of us could work alr so we were so called. released. i think i went to sleep after that lah. EHH NO. we celebrated dan's birthday. and i had a lot of coke. you know i think im addicted to coke now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 [Set-Up] Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm we covered the cafe tables with the table cloth which was actually not that great an idea cos all the teens [+ me lah] spilt so much soup and drinks over it so .. yeah. hmm me + sabrina did the boxes for selling stuff which required a LOT of nailing. &amp; i nearly stuck a nail into my finger but i didn't so PRAISE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phebie &amp; i created a sign for the food list. it took pretty long but the end product was ok lah not that ugly (: and joshua was again going around taking photos D: there wasnt anything to do after that so i went over to the other side and helped with the metamorphosis thing which took SO LONG. shaun was saying if they had just decided on the word "change" it would be much faster. but what if they decided on heart of change? or transformation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were nearly done with everything then zhander had to go and think of another splendid idea so had to work again D: i was actually thinking of slacking but then we had to cut styrofoam boxes and cover them with glue and glitter and hang them up. and SOME MORE he wanted to create CURTAINS. i was like feeling so sian. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the set up was nearly finished and WOAH the place looked good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 [Teen Street] Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teen street officially began!!!! it was sooo fun la.. EHH WAIT. havent told you abt kim + sarah. AIYOH THEY'RE LIKE THE CUTEST BABIES IVE EVER SEEN LA. JOSHUA BETTER GIMME THE PHOTOS. THEY ARE SOOOOOO ADORABLE!!! sarah is like 8 months and kim [her name is kimalisa or something but i dont even know how to spell la.] is what 14 mths? sarah is like damn silent. she just stares at you. but kim's responses are SO SO CUTE!! when you talk to her she either laughs this so cute but weird laugh or just says "yayaya". aiyoh. i want her :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMM i went through the cocoon [which was what all the teens were supposed to go through when registering] and omg its like so frigging real lah. EVEN COLIN OF ALL PEOPLE WAS AFRAID YOU KNOW. they put lots of plastic. bats. and rats inside. and they put so much cloth which felt like spider webs. but i had alr went through it 6 times so wasnt much :/ anyway. registerd and got my NICE yellow wristband [to cpsers i wanna show u but i need to but it off for school]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was helping to give out t shirts during registration when jeremy came to me and asked me to act in a drama and i was like NO IM GNNA MALU MYSELF but he was like okok meet me at 430. so, okay, i met him  and 430. and i sucked. bad. but heres the good part. i managed to SABO colin and he had to do the drama too. and he got a worse part than me. mine was the easiest la, reject a present but colin had to do a gay dance. which joshua got hold off on cam. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the dorm to meet my net after that (: a net is basically a group of ppl who will be.. your group la. lets see there was danielle [this really nice person from brunei who has a singaporean dad, a philipino mother and a pakistani grandfather and a british grandmother] lol she calls it rojak blood. then there was pei en and pei ning who were cousins. :D and amelia. oh and i got BIZZ AS COACH!! oh havent told u abt bizz. bizz is this really nice american who lives in south africa as a missionary and who LAUGHS ALOT. SHE JUST LAUGHS! and we all laugh too. cos her laugh is pretty infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm had dinner. and then went for "Metamorphosis" which is basically the service. and suzie + dan [the INCREDIBLE SPEAKERS] told us about what metamorphosis was about and stuff. then went back to the dorm for net itself. we just played a few games and had a few activies. we had to share a testimony of our life and i nearly cried but i have no idea WHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 [Teen Street] Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wake up at 7 IN THE MORNING! and was still damn tired cos we slept at 12 the night before. so i dragged around but finally woke up lah! went for breakfast and then had "Metamorphosis" again. today we continued learning about the tree of life and the tree of death. they kept on telling us that each decision we made pushed us closer to either the tree of life, or the tree of death. after that they told us about the caterpiller, how it came out of the egg and slowly devoloped. ooh and dan and suzie had their characters : goober and murtle or something. goober had this super retarded laugh which was pretty funny (: denise [another speaking for new zealand] spoke to us about something which i think i forgot :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for shhh 0.5 which is basically 30 minutes of quiet time, as in really quiet time to just listen to God and hear what he has to say to you. and after learning that my net only talked and ate and slept during shhh time i got really pissed. after lunch we went for the interaction time which is time for workshops and stuff. actually i was supposed to attend a rope workshop with my net.. but then i went swimming and by the time i got out it was alr so late i was too paiseh to go. so i spent the 90 mins at the i-zone [which is a room with games, the bookshop, a ddr mat and other stuff] and i want to get a ddr mat but my dad keeps on saying "nono, we shouldnt get a ddr mat cos the whole point is to go to teen street and play ddr" WTH. okok back to teenstreet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner and then we went for "Metamophosis" again but this time it was prayer night. we sat in our nets and just prayed for various people and groups. im a bit lazy to name them lah but they're mostly on jai's blog which he doesnt call a blog but it seriously is a blog. after metamorphosis we had i-zone time and jai kept on asking me to play ddr but i didnt until the last day [lol....] i ate alot during the time at i-zone at the cafe and just .. hung out lor. rahh.. went back to the dorm and had a debrief and then went to bed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 [Teen Street] Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main mssg was abt caterpillers and how self centred they were. and heres a cool fact, caterpillers can only see black n white [like dogs (:] there was an activity, 2 guys went up on stage and tried to eat all the potatochips in the bag before the other guy could. they were supposed to rush and not care abt the other person and stuff. anyway, we learnt that we were supposed to love God, others and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for shh 0.5 again and had net again. ok fast forward to interaction time &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had myself booked for the day. went for gospel magic and clowning the first session and it was quite fun lah. i learnt a few new stuff and i learnt how to make a poodle and a sword! yay! here's the plan : if a girl wants a balloon, make her a poodle. if a boy wants a balloon, make him a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for broadway workshop after that and made a lot of new friends there. so now i didnt have to sit alone @ the cafe cos zach [not the church one lah] would usually join me and i could say hi to alot of people on my way to the dorms and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- wait wait i forgot to tell you guys about BIBLE NINJA!!!!!! what bible ninja has to do is like test people on the memory verses they are supposed to memorize. i managed to memorize all off them but i dont think the rest of my net did. but bizz didnt check lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bible ninja [in his jap accent] : i am bible ninja. wait. i change to americano engrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[takes out a remote and presses a button]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bible ninja : sorry, sorry, i change again to malayshian engrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bible ninja : now, you say the verse to me. if correct, you get this [points at hamper] if wrong.. [takes his rubber sword and starts poking it at the ground so it bends over] .. RUBBER SWORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays throne room we had a short recap and stuff and then spent the rest of the night worshipping God. I LOVE GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 [Teen Street] Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall skip everything. until the metamorphosis today. today they split up the girls and guys. girls went first lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we talked about a few things but the thing that reached out to me most was the fact that God loves each and every one of us no matter how ugly or dumb we look and we dont have to listen to the world and wear size 3 jeans or whatever, we just need to be God's children. Then, they had 2 big purple things which looked like cocoons and it was that if you were ready for God to transform you, go through the cocoon and get someone from the fountain team to pray for you. i prayed first then went though. but then when i came out i just started crying. i couldnt explain it at first but then i think it was that God really touched my heart [and to all the guys esp jai : whatever you say la. be it lame or be it retarded thats my own problem dont come and talk so much.] nearly all the girls were crying too. so then i just sat down and my whole net sat with me. and prayed. PRAISE THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised im skipping everthing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5 [Teen Street] Wedneday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i think we talked about 3 things : being "better" being "lonely" and being "afraid". i cant really rmb what they said but when i got time ill try and fill up the gaps with the stuff i scribbled down in my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TNT RACE!!!!!&lt;/B&gt; waaahhhh it was so fun! all the ppl from Evangel dressed as nerds. my attire was trek pants tucked in super high, PINK croc shoes and high white socks, 2 pony tails, waterbottle hanging from my neck, pens and stuff everywhere.. anyway we had this cheer colin created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to jai. i dunno how to spell alot of the stuff so dont laugh. i was just saying what they told me to say.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign kosein kosein sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 point 1 4 1 5 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blot a graph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draw a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your math and you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm we started off the tnt race by running a lap which was damn tiring ): okk im not going to bore you with &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt; we ran but anyway. after running the race we started off the obstacles. 1st one was called slippery slope. there were a few mats placed on a hill and they kept on pouring soap water on it and we were supposed to climb up it, without touching the grass nearby. so we just kept on pushing each other up and we kept on falling so many times!! and i got soaked in soap water. but HECK CARE IT WAS SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next obstacle was land mine. we were supposed to be blindfolded and then walk through an area full of paper cups and if we hit a cup or a landmine we had to shout "God is good, all the time, all the time God is Good". we managed to get through without hitting but i wanna say this anyway. GOD IS GOOD, ALL THE TIME, ALL THE TIME, GOD IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um im too lazy to talk about the next one so ill skip to where it started thundering. we had to go inside the main hall and we had a few games there was was pretty fun still. then the results of the tnt dress up was announced and we didnt win.. but nvm it still was fun. and we were told we raised a total of 24 000 RM ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we had the second last meeting and we worshipped alot. we sung like all the nice and meaningful songs :D like running after you // one way Jesus and alot more lah. but at the end, i started crying. again. and this time esther was crying with me. colin came to pray for both of us &amp; i think i spent like 30 minutes crying. but i dont care la jai mock at me for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the day where i tried DDR! and its fun (: and i havent told u how PRO shaun is at DDR. he did the butterfly song and i think he got like ALL the combos right ah! i can barely get ONE. but shaun has ddr at home so its not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and something really silly happened at the cafe. i wanted to buy coke or something so i was trying to take out money from my wallet then the lady in charge thought i didnt know what price so she was like "look here, this sign [she pointed at the one phebie and i did] has the prices of all the food and things we're selling. so one can drink is 1.50 rm." i really wanted to say "oh really, lemme tell you i created this sign and i had to mend the store on the first day when you hadnt arrived yet" but i didnt. good thing too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at the i-zone time, being the last day of ts we had a real DJ to come in and then ppl started dancing and woah fun lah. after the dancing and everything though, we sat down and had an auction to sell off the stuff. it was quite fun but last years auction was better. and then there was this BEAUTIFUL, I MEAN BEAUTIFUL sketch of a horse which the artist did in 5 minutes. so they auctioned it off. and grace [one of the set up ppl] finally got it.. at 500 RM. and seriously, its probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they allowed us to sleep 1 hour later so it was 1 am in the morning when i finally went to bed. the next day had one last message and then we came back. it really was good lah and im coming back next year YES I AMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get the photos ill post em here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116615871592085739?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116615871592085739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116615871592085739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116615871592085739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116615871592085739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/teen-street-d-just-ended-d-hm-ill-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116530001436154342</id><published>2006-12-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:26:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quiz 15 - Taken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you're grateful for today?&lt;br /&gt;; God died for us on the cross (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you knew you would die?&lt;br /&gt;; id tell as many people as i can abt Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;; knowing Christ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to cry? &lt;br /&gt;; er i dunno. i dunno when was the last time i &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to cry but the last time i &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; cy was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you feel most comfortable? &lt;br /&gt;; hmmm in my room under blankets when air con is at 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to Disney world or Disneyland? &lt;br /&gt;; um never heard of disnet world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which gender is better... boys or girls? &lt;br /&gt;; they're both equal.. but if i were a boy id be happier :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO-DOOR OR FOUR-DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;; what?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke? &lt;br /&gt;; and make myself look like a lamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think men &amp; women can ever just be friends without wanting each other? &lt;br /&gt;; DUH RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;; *cough cough* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sneeze a lot?&lt;br /&gt;; no not really i hiccup more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever let someone else copy your homework?&lt;br /&gt;; yes i think so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about suicide? &lt;br /&gt;; erm not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone out in public in your PJ's? &lt;br /&gt;; err... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever blacked out?&lt;br /&gt;; no. i think jai has though&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to star in a trans-gendered-midget porn movie about your life?&lt;br /&gt;; -- [No comment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever have cosmetic surgery? &lt;br /&gt;; and make myself even uglier? no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe what you feel like waking upon Monday morning? &lt;br /&gt;; damn. pledge taking // damn. morning run // damn. duty which doesnt really need to be done cos there is always a teacher standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest a TV show for me to watch&lt;br /&gt;; HMMMM... the old PCK series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;; satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age when you received your first kiss? &lt;br /&gt;; probably 1 hour. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could kiss anyone, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;; myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you look good? &lt;br /&gt;; i said just now le, repeat the qst for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you boy/girl crazy?&lt;br /&gt;; hahaha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished for true love? &lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the hottest guy/girl you know? &lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you on? &lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been in love? &lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you thought you were in love? &lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend right now?&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can exes be friends? &lt;br /&gt;; DUH LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dated a loser/dork/weirdo?&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever done something stupid to impress your crush?&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFLUENCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had your life to live over, what would you do differently? &lt;br /&gt;; um.. i dunno leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the major problems you had to overcome in your life?&lt;br /&gt;; my life hasnt had any huge obstacles or wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What experiences or accomplishments in your life are you the most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;; i took Christ as my saviour! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKES AND DISLIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dance? &lt;br /&gt;; I CANT LAH DAMNIT IM TIRED OF REPEATING MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like dressing up?&lt;br /&gt;; no. and jai says he'll never allow me to wear makeup [YES!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to drive fast? &lt;br /&gt;; i cant drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;; WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you like donuts? &lt;br /&gt;; chocolate ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;; umm no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Marilyn Manson? &lt;br /&gt;; who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of music you dislike most.&lt;br /&gt;; classical. but look. THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH CLASSICAL. ITS JUST I DONT LIKE IT OKAY? IM NT GNNA BE LIKE JAI AND THINK THE WHOLE WORLD IS RETARDED COS IT DOESNT USE A BASE [OR BASS?] GUITAR, AN ELECTRIC GUITAR AND A SET OF DRUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find that your lover wet the bed or your love waking up to find out you wet the bed? &lt;br /&gt;; uhh i think the first one. then i wont be the pai seh party (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out of underwear or running out of toilet paper? &lt;br /&gt;; i think toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alive and miserable or dead and at peace?&lt;br /&gt;; umm if im dead = im in Heaven! YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the only drunk 1 in a crowd of sober people or being the only sober person in a crowd of drunk people? &lt;br /&gt;; errrrrr sober me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;; JAI!!! look up your name under my links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116530001436154342?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116530001436154342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116530001436154342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116530001436154342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116530001436154342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiz-15-taken-what-is-one-thing-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116529816247180456</id><published>2006-12-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:30:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quiz 14 - Taken (30)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Don't Wanna Miss A Thing&lt;/i&gt; by Aerosmith. from jais tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;; chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were a crayon what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;; black.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. What is the weather like right now?&lt;br /&gt;; hot. sunny.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. What colour is your underwear right now?&lt;br /&gt;; -_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;; um my dad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;; is he autistic? :D i dunno.. his dressing i guess&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favourite type of food? &lt;br /&gt;; CHOCOLATE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;; its illegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever got so drunk you don’t remember?&lt;br /&gt;; i havent taken more than a sip of alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What colour are your eyes? &lt;br /&gt;; red? purple? gold? black i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;; um DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which month is your favourite one?&lt;br /&gt;; december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last movie you watched? &lt;br /&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite day of the week? &lt;br /&gt;; hmmmmm Sat / Sun / Fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you too shy to ask someone out? &lt;br /&gt;; okay, if i &lt;b&gt;werent&lt;/b&gt; too shy, who would it be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you prefer hugs or kisses? &lt;br /&gt;; ummm hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer, chocolate or vanilla? &lt;br /&gt;; CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What books are you reading? &lt;br /&gt;; uhh LoTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favourite movie? &lt;br /&gt;; pirates &amp; lotr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you own any pets? &lt;br /&gt;; they all died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you pass your Math?&lt;br /&gt;; YES!! I DO! GIMME A FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite flower? &lt;br /&gt;; err. i dont know how to diffrentiate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever fired a gun? &lt;br /&gt;; only toy guns (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you prefer to travel in a car or in a plane?&lt;br /&gt;; plane at least can go toilet unlike car :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you right or left handed?&lt;br /&gt;; me righty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How many pillows do you sleep with? &lt;br /&gt;; 1. or sometimes 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you missing someone? &lt;br /&gt;; yeah. someone badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a decayed tooth?&lt;br /&gt;; my decayed tooth dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;; rahh lazy to LIST but if your on my links your TAGGED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116529816247180456?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116529816247180456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116529816247180456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529816247180456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529816247180456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiz-14-taken-30-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116529718410990956</id><published>2006-12-05T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:39:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets go on a quiz marathon. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiz 13 - Taken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;; no, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt Easily&lt;br /&gt;; erm it depends lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHA. no way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet&lt;br /&gt;; rahh i cant shuttup for more than 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosy&lt;br /&gt;; VERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossy &lt;br /&gt;; depends on who you ask lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;; UH HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty&lt;br /&gt;; rahh no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active &lt;br /&gt;; um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very shy&lt;br /&gt;; nope. i talk too much. it doesnt matter who i talk to. im not shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident in yourself&lt;br /&gt;; um other than when it comes to studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good in your behaviour&lt;br /&gt;; hahaha no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;; erm. so-so lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded&lt;br /&gt;; blah no. i stick to what i know and have tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An only child&lt;br /&gt;; nope (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy at the moment&lt;br /&gt;; no. im pissed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired &lt;br /&gt;; nah. i slept till 10 today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing any online games&lt;br /&gt;; there arent any good online games now anyway D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at Chess&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. try playing against elliot if you need a good chess player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted by chocolates&lt;br /&gt;; OHH ANYTIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe the term 'love at first sight'&lt;br /&gt;; um no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have someone you really care for presently&lt;br /&gt;; everyone does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love &lt;br /&gt;; i have eternal life only cos of love. Gods love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;; i can but i suck. can only play the basic chords T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the piano &lt;br /&gt;; mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the drums&lt;br /&gt;; i wanna learn! but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your life&lt;br /&gt;; sure (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like school &lt;br /&gt;; no not really. but i dont really have a choice... but anyway its only a year more. till i get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like dancing&lt;br /&gt;; UHH I &lt;u&gt;CANT&lt;/u&gt; dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sweets &lt;br /&gt;; um not really. chocolates are good but sweets not so much :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like travelling &lt;br /&gt;; yeahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own an Xbox / Play Station&lt;br /&gt;; bleah. i suck at both. but no i dont. i think we did have a play station once though. but i think we lost it :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;; uhh spastic, slapstic crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride a bike &lt;br /&gt;; lol DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Harry Potter &lt;br /&gt;; &lt;b&gt;I SHALL REPEAT. HARRY POTTER IS A RETARDED BOOK WITH DUMB AND LOSERLIKE CHARACTERS AND THE BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY ANOTHER JACKASS. I AM NOT AUTISTIC AND THEREFORE I SHALL NEVER READ MORE THAN 1 CHAPTER OF THIS PIECE OF CRAP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yell at your siblings&lt;br /&gt;; thats how we communicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue with your parents &lt;br /&gt;; look at the qst above ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love McDonalds &lt;br /&gt;; MCS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love pizza &lt;br /&gt;; CHEESE! CHEESE! CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play basketball &lt;br /&gt;; rahh i suck at it so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play badminton &lt;br /&gt;; mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play tennis&lt;br /&gt;; nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do bowling&lt;br /&gt;; :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim&lt;br /&gt;; splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-skate&lt;br /&gt;; its the same as rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billiards&lt;br /&gt;; D: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love movies&lt;br /&gt;; MOVIES! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Oreo&lt;br /&gt;; with milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like chips &lt;br /&gt;; sour cream + onion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the housework&lt;br /&gt;; hahahahah i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your best friends a lot&lt;br /&gt;; (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get more than 5 piercings&lt;br /&gt;; owie. no.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Curse a friend&lt;br /&gt;; i do all the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug a stranger &lt;br /&gt;; um right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak out at night alone &lt;br /&gt;; maybe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further your studies overseas &lt;br /&gt;; if can lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try summoning a ghost for fun&lt;br /&gt;; HOW FUN! -_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try alcohol&lt;br /&gt;; alcohol isnt bad la.. its the overdose that sucks -.- so yeah i probably am gnna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone whole heartedly &lt;br /&gt;; LIKE DUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug someone&lt;br /&gt;; i have before duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look someone in the eye&lt;br /&gt;; you have to during orals. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do stupid things that finally made you real embarrassed &lt;br /&gt;; i alr have.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say sorry to someone&lt;br /&gt;; um sorry is like a must lor. some people still get pissed after a sorry though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank someone&lt;br /&gt;; this quiz is getting a bit dumb. and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone who has already hurt you badly&lt;br /&gt;; haiz how would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whom I want to do this survey&lt;br /&gt;; kimberly, kelly, fiona [if she has nothing to do and is very bored] JAI [MUAHAH!], yd!, mabel, joline.. blah if your on my links your TAGGED!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116529718410990956?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116529718410990956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116529718410990956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529718410990956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529718410990956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-go-on-quiz-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116529122191413588</id><published>2006-12-05T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:00:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walao ehh the holidays are SUCKING. there's totally nothing to do and no ones coming online [damn you people im putting the blame on u.]. my mother has recently developed an attitude problem and theres no where to go in singapore [now its the governments fault]. the weather is so warm and there's no food in the house and all i should b doing is studying but i havent so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i sound like i have an attitude problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116529122191413588?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116529122191413588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116529122191413588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529122191413588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116529122191413588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/walao-ehh-holidays-are-sucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116519676900727807</id><published>2006-12-04T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:46:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im copying this from kelly cos im bored D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to santa clause :&lt;br /&gt;dont be gay.&lt;br /&gt;stop lying to poor kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your beard looks ugly.&lt;br /&gt;and so do u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being retarded lah.&lt;br /&gt;where gt so much money to buy so many presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, can i have a handphone this Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can leave you wine, milk and a few cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm and &lt;u&gt;black&lt;/u&gt; is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been a good girl this year. but you still need to give me the presents cos otherwise ill tell the world your not real. muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116519676900727807?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116519676900727807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116519676900727807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116519676900727807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116519676900727807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-copying-this-from-kelly-cos-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116519545198049153</id><published>2006-12-04T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:49:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;sorry&lt;/u&gt;. i didnt post yesterday because my huge cousin &lt;u&gt;hogged&lt;/u&gt; the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there wasnt much to say anyway. rahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent studied &lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt;. and there's &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; new in my vocab book. im so dead next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and im going to link miin and matt chng so i can refer to their blogs. faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM NOT LINKING MIINS BLOG COS... BLAH WHATEVER HAPPY CLAPPY REASONS THERE ARE FOR LINKING A PERSON. ITS FOR EASIER REFERENCE (:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116519545198049153?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116519545198049153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116519545198049153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116519545198049153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116519545198049153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116496542832558356</id><published>2006-12-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:30:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to do and there's &lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt; online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to watch korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116496542832558356?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116496542832558356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116496542832558356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116496542832558356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116496542832558356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-nothing-to-do-and-theres-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116485036031983866</id><published>2006-11-30T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:32:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for reubs birthday yesterday (: &lt;b&gt;with a gift.&lt;/b&gt; i managed to get one just before i went for the party :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to reuben : you've probably alr opened ur present so. i got reub a billabong wallet so that he doesnt get laughed at next year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; many people turned up. just a few family members + me, jun hui kian jie and a few more la. started by just talking alot. and jun hui started complaining abt the mosquitoes. i wore jeans ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this game where you drew a piece of paper and it had the name of this highlighter on it. you were supp to find it and then could keep the highlighter or pencil. i got 2 highlighters one pink &amp; one blue but gave them to amber and germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will rmb : if you ever get anything pink, dont ask which girl wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit they got into a catfight because of the dumb pink, strawberry smelling highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the barbeque which was ok. had alot of hot dogs. and then had ice cream cake ^^ + um sparkle grape juice thing. yum. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again im boring you with what happened today. :/ &lt;b&gt;rahh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to post this yesterday but couldnt use com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jais friends are here. oh no, run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116485036031983866?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116485036031983866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116485036031983866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116485036031983866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116485036031983866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-for-reubs-birthday-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116477335261367719</id><published>2006-11-29T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:31:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 width=250px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: BankGothic Md BT; font-size: 14pt; color: #33cc66;'&gt;Reckless Apple is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td align=center bgcolor='#33cc66'&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: wingdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;'&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font style='font-family: BankGothic Md BT; font-size: 32pt; color: black;'&gt;POISON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Click?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116477335261367719?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116477335261367719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116477335261367719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116477335261367719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116477335261367719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/reckless-apple-is-poisonous-induce.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116477174648367664</id><published>2006-11-29T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:42:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joline changed her blog url D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sleepy cos i slept really late yesterday. i think i slept at 1. watching a korean drama series &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt;. its pretty nice i guess. and the baby is like &lt;b&gt;damn damn damn&lt;/b&gt; cute. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she cries alot D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. RAHH. and im supposed to buy my uniform myself on the 5th. but what if those guys dont wanna sell to me? what if they think.. rahh i dunno but what if they're nt gnna sell it to me? and they said the issued out that slip of paper on when to get uniforms but i so didnt get it lor. basket...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practice @ 2 again. &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; we're doing &lt;i&gt;shrek dance party&lt;/i&gt; WOOHOO! rahh i just hope we dont do the bloody &lt;i&gt;high school musical highlights&lt;/i&gt;. damn gay one. the tunes are all so. gay. RAHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll play &lt;i&gt;jupiter&lt;/i&gt; which is a really easy song. but its meant for a concert band and BLAH BLAH BLAH, im boring you aren't i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116477174648367664?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116477174648367664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116477174648367664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116477174648367664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116477174648367664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/joline-changed-her-blog-url-d-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116471208852792165</id><published>2006-11-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:08:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from watching &lt;i&gt;happy feet&lt;/i&gt;. its an &lt;b&gt;okay&lt;/b&gt; movie. the storyline was a bit crap but you know, the nice music and cute penguins made up for it. i guess. okay whatever, but when i say cute penguins DAMN I MEAN CUTE PENGUINS omg the baby penguins were SO BLOODY CUTE!! but the storyline wasnt smooth. just a lot of tap dancing and singing and a poor penguin being rejected. and the tap dancing was really nice. tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to popular and wherever to find reub a present but i couldnt. there were like alot of pretty gd books but knowing reub hes gnna b all "wow, so nice!" but hes gnna leave it to collect dust. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, heres to reub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, there's no prezzie but WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH A GUY LIKE YOU? sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went supermarketing [and jai listen up] and got like 5 things -.- until the extremely kind me asked to buy 4 soft drinks. so that jais poor guests will have something to drink cos he didnt buy anything for thursday. and he's supposedly inviting from 9-9. which means lunch AND dinner without anything to eat or drink. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im finished sneaking. OH BAND TMR YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116471208852792165?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116471208852792165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116471208852792165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116471208852792165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116471208852792165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-came-back-from-watching-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116468498816213650</id><published>2006-11-28T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:53:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling high. i think i ate too many sweets D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching happy feet later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think we're watching casino royale when we go out w/ my tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go to everyones blogs and tell them my url. cos im getting unwanted visitors. really unwanted ones thanks to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116468498816213650?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116468498816213650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116468498816213650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116468498816213650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116468498816213650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116462664311428923</id><published>2006-11-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:44:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i am so horribly bored &amp; pissed at my computer, i shall act retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if you don't understand what im saying there's a translation into english at the btm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t0`dAe WaS` sUpErXz fUnZ` bECoZ~ t0`dAe hAbb BaNdZx prAcTiCc3-. bAnDxZ prAcTiCc3- iSh bErRyZx c0olZx! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[today was fun. i guess. cos of band (: band was er fun. as usual.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0hKaYz, miIe gTgZx f0urx diNnErZx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[brb dinner.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aMz bAcKz`!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHO, miIe iS gOiNgz to0 c0ntInUezX mY iNtErEshTeng sTorIee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so, im gna finish my oh so interesting story.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii wAs`H cAuqHtT iN tThE rAinZ aNd i CaMez hO0mEsz 2o pPlayYz` cOrmputTerR. hAhAXz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[was caught in the dumb rain and came home. to play com. again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vViCt0rRia wAs`H oNlInEe sH0 mIiE tAlKeTzX 2o hErzx &amp;aNd sHesZ sAyZx sHezX aLs0 gOrtT bLoqq. hAhAz. oKaYzX, mIiE gTg 2o sTudIeXz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[victoria was online just now. hurrah! found out shes gt a blog too. :D okay i gtg to study -__-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOuu kNoWzX, mIiE s0uNdSzX beR`r`y `hArdWorkInnqzX, bUT mIiE aCtuAllyzX sTudIie lIkE 3o mInuTteSx likEdaTzX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yeah, i sound damn hardworking n vrything but seriously, i think i only did like 30 minutes of work. rahh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd JjAii jUsTz pUnCheEd mE f0rR uSiNnq tWiTttZ. 0oOwz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and jai just punched me for using retarded twit. ouch D:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116462664311428923?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116462664311428923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116462664311428923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116462664311428923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116462664311428923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-i-am-so-horribly-bored-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116460301440865314</id><published>2006-11-27T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:50:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to kelly : haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did like this skin okay. and since you're not using it anymore, why not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. ive been on the comptuter the whole morning and my parents havent even noticed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stay on much longer anyway, ive got band practice :D which i &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hurrah for me, i did 2 chapters of a science assessment bk. at least i did &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; amount of work right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116460301440865314?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116460301440865314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116460301440865314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116460301440865314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116460301440865314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-kelly-haha-i-did-like-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116453649957271113</id><published>2006-11-26T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:08:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Starting Time&lt;br /&gt;; 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Full Name&lt;br /&gt;; Shammah Koh -- - RAHH IM NOT TELLING YOU MY FULL NAME LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Best Friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;; erm... junhui, kimberly, jun hong, um rahh! yl, jai?, kelly?, shasha, ALMAS HAHA, oh damnit so many i dont feel like listing la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sexiest Friend&lt;br /&gt;; retarded qst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Funniest Friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;; erm. kelly or kimberly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and to kelly: rahh maybe you dont wanna be my friend :P but you linked me so ill take it as a we're good. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smartest friends&lt;br /&gt;; JUN HUI. JUN HONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dumbest Person&lt;br /&gt;; LOL!!! hm since they said person, ill have to say. erica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Shyest Friend&lt;br /&gt;; no one really. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most boring person&lt;br /&gt;; lol... nicole when she starts talking about egyptians and jun hong when he's talking abt ww2. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who do you get advice from&lt;br /&gt;; erm my com :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Height &lt;br /&gt;; walao havent checked in ages. should be 158 - 160 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Date of Birth&lt;br /&gt;; 290495&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty / Lefty &lt;br /&gt;; righty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe Size &lt;br /&gt;; 5 / 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Shoe Brand&lt;br /&gt;; lol. any random one lor. wouldnt mind if i stuck to converse :D but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you Crack any Body Parts&lt;br /&gt;; yeah, fingers. and neck subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Siblings&lt;br /&gt;; jai lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Email Address&lt;br /&gt;; rahh you all know le lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Boy Friend/Girl Friend &lt;br /&gt;; whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Crush&lt;br /&gt;; whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Liked a Teacher&lt;br /&gt;; hahahaha NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ate a Tub of Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;; at one shot ah? no. wouldnt mind having a whole tub of ben n jerrys though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ran Into a Glass Door&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. maybe :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;; nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Nearly hit by a car &lt;br /&gt;; YES!! but jai pulled me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ran into a parked car&lt;br /&gt;; LOL?? no, but i did think that someone elses car was ours cos THERE ARE SO MANY FRIGGING SILVER CARS IN S'PORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girls Fill Out About Guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Boxers or Briefs&lt;br /&gt;; you expect me to check ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Tall or Short &lt;br /&gt;; er medium. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does size matter&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;s&gt;no, not really.&lt;/s&gt; rahh jai's laughing at me for this. take it i nvr answered the qst D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Six-pack or Muscular Arms?&lt;br /&gt;; aiyoh... whatever la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Body or Personality&lt;br /&gt;; personality like duh -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ear Pierced or Not&lt;br /&gt;; uhh. ear piercings on guys are a bit gay. and my cousin has one -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sporty or Outdoorsy&lt;br /&gt;; RAHH! i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Good or Bad guy&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHA. not bad, EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Fill Out on girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. G or hipster undies&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tall or Short&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Long Hair or Short&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Dark or Light Eyes&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Light/Dark Hair:&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Body or Personality&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Ears Pierced or Not&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Good Girl/Bad Girl&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Hair Up or Down&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Sporty or Classy&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Chicken or Not Afraid&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which One is Better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Coke or Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;; COKE!!! unless its pepsi lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. K.F.C or McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;; i dont mind either :D kfc has mashed potatoes which taste damn nice but mcs' fries taste better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Cats or Dogs &lt;br /&gt;; dogs. I HATE CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Coffee or Tea&lt;br /&gt;; bleah. neither. milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Eastside or Westside&lt;br /&gt;; west? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Vanilla or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;; erm obvious, chocolate. other than when it comes to mcs 50 cent ice cream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Cake or Cookies&lt;br /&gt;; cookies. FAMOUS AMOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Purple striped Lime socks or white socks&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;b&gt;purple striped lime&lt;/b&gt;? walao scary. white la duh. purple striped lime : look like on of those autistic kids ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Sunset or Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;; hahah set. im too lazy to wake up and look @ the sunrise :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Day or Night&lt;br /&gt;; depends lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Lights on or off&lt;br /&gt;; again, it depends. if i wanna sleep then duh off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Summer or Winter&lt;br /&gt;; yawn, winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Favourite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Food&lt;br /&gt;; chocolate, fries, famous amos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Holiday destination&lt;br /&gt;; [ok sorry people ill finish this quiz later. i gtg now..] [4 hours later... BACK!] sorry, holiday destination ah. hawaii? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Radio Station&lt;br /&gt;; p10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Place&lt;br /&gt;; rahh... lakeside primary DURING band camps? aiyoh no place in particular i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In The Future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Will you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;; i already do DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What you want to be when you grow up&lt;br /&gt;; lawyer / animal conservationist &lt;s&gt;/ computer artist?&lt;/s&gt; i dont even know what that occupation is called T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Define Love&lt;br /&gt;; erm love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Favourite Place&lt;br /&gt;; lol how im i supposed to know what place im gnna like in the future?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Favourite day(s) of the week&lt;br /&gt;; saturday &amp; sunday ALWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bedtime&lt;br /&gt;; haha 12++ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you love someone right now&lt;br /&gt;; DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you care about someone&lt;br /&gt;; everyone cares abt someone else right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you think of someone everyday&lt;br /&gt;; haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you think someone is special in any way&lt;br /&gt;; like everyone is right -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Finishing time&lt;br /&gt;; THIS ONE NOT COUNTED LAR!!! my quiz time was split up lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Date&lt;br /&gt;; 261106&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116453649957271113?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116453649957271113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116453649957271113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116453649957271113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116453649957271113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/1_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116453518924867262</id><published>2006-11-26T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:59:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, my mom has alr set me my psle goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SUPPOSED to score more than 250 [omg la...] but anyway here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get into MGS : 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshop : 245&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone : 245&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new Mp3 : 245&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess any other thing tt i decide on 245.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh its pretty hard already ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116453518924867262?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116453518924867262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116453518924867262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116453518924867262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116453518924867262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-my-mom-has-alr-set-me-my-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116445060846825039</id><published>2006-11-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:30:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and somone tell gina that ive removed her photos (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE COME ONLINE IM FRIGGING BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116445060846825039?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116445060846825039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116445060846825039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116445060846825039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116445060846825039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-somone-tell-gina-that-ive-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116444768437768142</id><published>2006-11-25T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:41:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. band camp ended. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bit irritating to do all the actions and everything [which the percussionists were SO KINDLY EXCUSED FROM] but still. and the food wasnt THAT bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up &lt;b&gt;late&lt;/b&gt; today cos we didnt even need to report early @ lakeside ps. ok fine maybe not that late :/ whatever la, but when i reached lakeside ps they said to go down for breakfast. found it pretty weird cos they didnt for the past 3 days. anyway, i didnt eat anything except drink milo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast &gt;&gt; practice &gt;&gt; walk in and out &gt;&gt; practice &gt;&gt; humiliate myself &gt;&gt; lunch &gt;&gt; go upstairs and laugh and laugh &gt;&gt; talk about stefanie who as now been renamed to tigress &gt;&gt; practice somemore &gt;&gt; walk in and out somemore &gt;&gt; wear stupid hats which have stupid pom poms on top &gt;&gt; go out and get ready, wearing RETARDED hats &gt;&gt; begin the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn, the hats look &lt;b&gt;GAY&lt;/b&gt;. walao, its like they plucked out the stuff from a pom pom and stuck it on to the cap and we were supposed to wear it. we looked like total retards la i tell you. and the dumb camp was all over my neck :/ so here's to the percussionists : its not fair ): damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert went pretty well but DUH i made mistakes la. quite a lot actually :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. forgot to put down instrument&lt;br /&gt;2. missed alot of notes in &lt;i&gt;tong hua&lt;/i&gt; / &lt;i&gt;bare nessesities&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. screwed up the sitting / kicking / standing part&lt;br /&gt;4. er didnt play half of &lt;i&gt;spongebob&lt;/i&gt; cos i dont know how to so we let the concert band play :/&lt;br /&gt;5. DIDNT DO THE HIGH NOTES PROPERLY FOR THE EUPHONIUM SOLO IN &lt;I&gt;SHREK DANCE PARTY&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLABLABLA then the parents had to come and take like so many photos. its like an exhibition you know, come and take photo click the button 200 times then wave and then go and eat downstairs. so it was like a zoo. and we couldnt move out cos the teachers wouldnt let us and anyway the parents were blocking. one of the teachers ic had to ask the parents to move away. so there, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt eat anything the reception thing only drank orange juice. wasnt hungry but was too busy collecting emails anyway. rahh i got.. pamelia's, jerome's [OR BOB. HAHA.], victoria's, jolene's, danial's, stefanie's, olivia's, we qin's and tun zen's emails. and got SICKO!!! [ok la grace's] phone number cos she doesnt have an email add. thats pretty sad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think i get on the com too fast, yeah when i came back home iradania had alr added me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116444768437768142?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116444768437768142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116444768437768142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116444768437768142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116444768437768142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116436640012170793</id><published>2006-11-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:06:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found mabels blog url. oh yay :D i smell fries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116436640012170793?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116436640012170793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116436640012170793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116436640012170793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116436640012170793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/found-mabels-blog-url.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116436547230567567</id><published>2006-11-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:51:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooooh noooo! got band concert tmr! gnna have to dance, rahh. its so embarrassing la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway band camp today was like SO SO SO BORING. all we did was move our instruments UP AND DOWN play a stupid and boring and weird happy birthday song and thats all. all the fun things didnt happen because a) it was raining and b) some smart aleck decided to use a pair of scissors and slash the xylophone [sp?]. also, someone, maybe the same guy had to go and use a &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; pair of drumsticks and hit the top of the t..ti.. rahh i dunno how to spell but it was the timpany [RAHH!] anyway. i think the top is dented now i dunno. and the teachers kept on emphasising on feelings; how a percussionist would feel if his / her instrument kenna spoilt or wtv, but i dont see the big deal. all i know is that i seriously wouldnt giveadamn if someone broke my eupho into 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, they didnt give us break 2 AGAIN. its like they nvr do. yesterday also nvr give, the day before also nvr give. its getting pretty frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as i said earlier, band concert tmr. im so gnna make a total fool of myself with all the dancing and wrong notes. and we are supposed to wear our band camp shirts + schs band uni btm but NO, mdm sarifah had to collect our band uniforms. our band skirts look so damn nice lor ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116436547230567567?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116436547230567567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116436547230567567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116436547230567567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116436547230567567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/oooooh-noooo-got-band-concert-tmr-gnna.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116428728898605121</id><published>2006-11-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:45:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging on my dads com because my main one is dumb, slow and autistic [as jai calls it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, day 2 of band camp. killer. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to type. but one thing im not lazy to type : the &lt;s&gt;irritating and gay&lt;/s&gt; cominbed conductor held us from break for more than  45 minutes. a damnit, we had to play &lt;em&gt;shrek dance party&lt;/em&gt; which sounded fine to me -.- and he likes making us stand while soloing which is plain annoying cos the euphonium is pretty hard to lift and play and dance @ the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ymca bit also was a bit weird cos we were supposed to do some turning and sth and it was so difficult to jerk the instrument and ourselves while playing :/ but anyway i couldnt multitask so for the moving part i just dont play :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SPONGEEBOB. the song is daaaamn difficult la. and the concert band euphoniums play so fast. and so many high notes. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had games which was a bit boring. but it was better than sitting and playing music again &amp; again, then again no. playing is more fun. there was this game we were supp to get into a circle and make sure our heels touch and then SIT. yeah, you're supp to sit well sit on the person beind you so its like everyone is sitting on everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was YUMMY! chicken wings (: anyway, i joined the horns for lunch and we talked alot. and a few other p5s + me scared this p4 girl who was asking about p5 camp. we told her all the crap stuff but none of the fun stuff. bad us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l-a-z-y t-o- t-y-p-e a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g e-l-s-e so goodnight, i need to shower, i havent :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my dumb autistic com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116428728898605121?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116428728898605121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116428728898605121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116428728898605121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116428728898605121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogging-on-my-dads-com-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116420107613661573</id><published>2006-11-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:39:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im doing another quiz ripped off from yl's blog. cos i gt nthing to do and its a bit early to sleep though im damn tired D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i did not read the stuff before copying this. i'm gnna do this quiz then read what yl said&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Message:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write down all the 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you randomly list the names first. [**DO NOT CHEAT**]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2. Desmond&lt;br /&gt;3. Jun Hui&lt;br /&gt;4. MRS RAYMOND HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jush? [lol, he's the only person i really talk to on msn now ):]&lt;br /&gt;6. RAHH. Cheeteck&lt;br /&gt;7. Jai? (:&lt;br /&gt;8. Yingda [LOL IM DESPRATE.]&lt;br /&gt;9. Pearlie? &lt;br /&gt;10. Gavin&lt;br /&gt;11. Gina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 10? &lt;br /&gt;; [gavin] uh school? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6? &lt;br /&gt;; [chee teck] um, id get on with life...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you seen 4 cry? &lt;br /&gt;; [mrs raymond] not such a rediculous question actually. oh shuttup, ive said too much :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do if 6 and 4 dated?&lt;br /&gt;; [CHEE TECK &amp; MRS RAYMOND OMGOMG.] OMG. OMG. NO WAY LA. MRS RAYMOND IS MARRIED LA OMG............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think 1 is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;; [kimberly] haha, YES YES YES and she wont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell me something about no. 11.&lt;br /&gt;; [gina] ERR shes had more than 10 dogs. i think. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you know 8? &lt;br /&gt;; [yd] through band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you go out on a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;; [jush] RAHH NO. [to jush if he's reading this : no offence :/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is 7's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;; [jai] black. or maybe red. i think black. yeah black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if 2 confess his/her love for you?&lt;br /&gt;; [DESMOND HAHA] i'd laugh. yes, id just laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Fact about 9.&lt;br /&gt;; [pearlie] hm. nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is 6 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;; [cheeteck] LOL? how on earth would i know :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;; [jush] er someone to talk to on msn? (: nah, my brothers friend who isnt ashamed to talk to me over msn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you ever live with 11?&lt;br /&gt;; [gina] ooh, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;; [desmond] um i think we all are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How much does 3 mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;; [junhui] A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you think about 1?&lt;br /&gt;; [kimberly] hm. a very err interesting person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the best about 8?&lt;br /&gt;; [yingda] lol. nothing X) no la. erm. come to think of it i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you dislike about no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;; [gavin] he is sick. sometimes. well so is cheeteck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 11 people that I want to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;; no, not the 11 above -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; JAI [HAHA. YOU HAVE TO BLOG AGAIN (:], erm kimberly, nicole [i doubt shes gnna. she barely goes on her blog -.-], yingda, almas, kelly [if she wants to :/], mabel [though i havent found her blog add yet -.-], siqi, cyndi, cam &amp; pearlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116420107613661573?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116420107613661573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116420107613661573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116420107613661573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116420107613661573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-doing-another-quiz-ripped-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116419860638100102</id><published>2006-11-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:30:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyaaaaaah! im so tired. and im too tired to tell you what happened @ band camp today. ok fine im bored so maybe a little bit :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wake up at like 645 to get rdy to leave [needed to leave by 730 to escape trafic (:]. and i didnt pick up amelia / amalia i dunno in the end. actually i was supposed to give her a ride 2 lakeside pri [where the camp is] but then i got drenched in the rain yesterday so i went to bathe without checking my pockets so her phone number got washed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a really long time for everyone to come :/ but anyway registered and wtv and then proceeded to icebreakers which was pretty fun, but a bit. lame. ): rahh im too tired to talk abt the games &gt;&gt; then assigned to groups. i was put with all the other euphoniums + tubas. and we got our student leaders [ppl from clementi town sec sch] and then found out that the euphoniums are gnna b renamed to stitch. rahh. its a weird name, but one of the nicest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHM. started with combined brass band. did bare necessities alot of times &lt;B&gt;WITH ACTIONS&lt;/B&gt;. lol damnit, yes with actions. we're supp to sway and do lots of other rubbish WHILE playing and the instructor is all "its very easy lah" but HELLO, you're not holding anything, let alone an euphonium. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea break then another combined. then sectional. then finale combined [which is basically play with the concert band] and it was pretty fun. &lt;s&gt;except our combined conducter acts a bit. gay. :/&lt;/s&gt; the concert band euphoniums are damn loud, and damn good and damn pro so we didnt really have to play cos we could barely be heard. but we &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; play anyway. and shrek dance party sounds really good! (: oh yeah and if anyone wants to come for the concert you should tell me, soon. but the chances of you getting a seat is practically none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh okay, maybe im not too tired :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116419860638100102?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116419860638100102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116419860638100102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116419860638100102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116419860638100102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiyaaaaaah-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116409621788490277</id><published>2006-11-21T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:03:37.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just noticed how nice bare necessities sounds. yes, even in the euphonium part -.- i seriously dunno why everyone hates the euphonium. like everyone, YES everyone hates it. just cos its a lower brass instrument -.- but the euphonium is most probably the easiest instrument to play too ^^ but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, band camp tmr. yay? oh, but one thing. amelia [a band mate] gave me her phone number and i left it in my pocket. but i forgot to take it out yesterday so i put it in the washing. and i cant read anything now ): rahh ill just have to apologise to her tmr. rahh whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh tuition. i returned lin lao shi like 5 of her nao nao books [which joosh seems to think is "cool"]. RAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116409621788490277?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116409621788490277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116409621788490277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116409621788490277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116409621788490277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-noticed-how-nice-bare-necessities.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116408556199330014</id><published>2006-11-21T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:06:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is all i have to say to my retarded computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;screw you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116408556199330014?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116408556199330014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116408556199330014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116408556199330014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116408556199330014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-all-i-have-to-say-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116403061449694880</id><published>2006-11-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:50:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so here's to all those people who have been mssging me non-stop when i was actually offline but just didnt turn off msn : sorry. :/ ill rmb to set my status to appear offline next time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116403061449694880?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116403061449694880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116403061449694880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116403061449694880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116403061449694880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-heres-to-all-those-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116399615866029422</id><published>2006-11-20T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:09:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised. im going to p6 next year. which i cannot believe. no, i cannot believe im gnna b the head prefect [WHY I AM THE HEAD. IT SHOULD SO GO TO JUN HUI. I SERIOUSLY DUNNO WHATS UP WITH THAT.] and taking PSLE NEXT YEAR!! rahh. time flew. pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im nearly 100% sure that p5 teachers are moving up with us. why, cos firstly, on the last day of sch, i sent mrs raymond my dads and moms HP no.s so she could finish typing out the info. so i added "happy holidays" at the end of the mssg la. then, she replied by "OK, tks. see u next year!". rahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, mrs chua told 5b that they were gnna have a surprise when we see our teachers next year. ahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116399615866029422?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116399615866029422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116399615866029422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116399615866029422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116399615866029422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116399470374660076</id><published>2006-11-20T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:51:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! finally managed to do that checkbox thingy [under my wishlist there la]. but it was pretty easy after all, just went to lionel's blog [yingda's friend. :/ sorry, SOULMATE [retardedretardedretarded]] and went to view &gt;&gt; source which then opened a notepad and just copied the code lor. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116399470374660076?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116399470374660076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116399470374660076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116399470374660076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116399470374660076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-finally-managed-to-do-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116392864280144450</id><published>2006-11-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:30:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was actually hoping to go somewhere for fun or to hangout during the hols. but i wonder who's gonna join me. i doubt anyones gnna. i wanna go to escape theme park anyway. its like 6 bucks a person. ooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116392864280144450?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116392864280144450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116392864280144450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116392864280144450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116392864280144450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-actually-hoping-to-go-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116392460808405035</id><published>2006-11-19T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:23:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much to say, except yingda can be a real jackass / jerk sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116392460808405035?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116392460808405035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116392460808405035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116392460808405035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116392460808405035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-much-to-say-except-yingda-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116384744542397344</id><published>2006-11-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:10:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-H O N E S T L Y-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;; nightmare before christmas : black + white lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;; band camp / band practice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;; um doing this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, do you think you are attractive?&lt;br /&gt;; no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br /&gt;; err yeah. i didnt refuse when my grandmother wanted to buy me an ice-cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;br /&gt;; don't even HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of someone?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;; chatting with fun ppl on msn :D and chocolate! whaddabout theme parks? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, did you call your bf everyday?&lt;br /&gt;; lol i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?&lt;br /&gt;; nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?&lt;br /&gt;; yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret??&lt;br /&gt;; ohhhhhh, deep dark ones... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a friend you don't actually like?&lt;br /&gt;; friend? friends more like -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, are you loyal?&lt;br /&gt;; to who and what? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Honestly, are you confused with your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;; so-so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Honestly, who would you wanna be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;; dont feel like being honest :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;; dont feel like being honest again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;; that i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Honestly, are you an easy going person?&lt;br /&gt;; no not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116384744542397344?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116384744542397344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116384744542397344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116384744542397344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116384744542397344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/h-o-n-e-s-t-l-y-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116382618441894655</id><published>2006-11-18T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:11:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had tuition this morning. and as usual had a lots of sweets :D so my tuition teacher is like damn damn good. she can relate to us really well lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i learnt to do the PRO WAY OF SHUFFLING! the fluttering of the cards sounds damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i challenged jai to use the pro shuffling method and shuffle the whole stack of UNO cards. he had 15 chances. but i think he gave up on the 6th try. it was also pretty wasted cos the prize was NWN 2. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys gtg going out with grandparents for dim sum :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116382618441894655?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116382618441894655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116382618441894655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116382618441894655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116382618441894655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-tuition-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116375716068795886</id><published>2006-11-17T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:14:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. im blogging. &lt;s&gt;well actually getting bored of blogging&lt;/s&gt; im not gnna say that. blah. anwyay, got back from orchard road about 30 mins ago. and my legs hurt from all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. CCA &amp; Honours day was pretty boring [no, it isnt the emcees, it was just you know boring.]. it was just call a name, get a voucher bow and byebye. but the CCA one rocked cos i got something :D i dont think i ever got anything on stage on prize presentation days other than in p1 where i got &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt;. hahahaha. my trophy looks pretty nice; it looks like a stone i guess. and with a few words on the shiny plate infront. but all the cca awards are the same :/ and something really gay : tiffany got &lt;B&gt;$40&lt;/B&gt;. like $20 for getting first in class and like $10 for english and $10 for maths. gay. but i bet shes gonna waste her money buying &lt;i&gt;the most retarded book in the world&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;B&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/B&gt;, THE RETARDED BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the parade square @ like 7:15 anyway and was in band uni. which looked a bit big i think. but heck. oh and i managed to get a sash from yingda. [btw dude, thanks] did the pledge and whatever downstairs then straight went into community singing and BOY DID THAT SUCK. not because the teachers sucked @ singing or whatever, it was the &lt;b&gt;song choice&lt;/b&gt; of all songs, why do they have to pick the most gay-est, retarded-est, pathetic-est and loserish-est? i mean HSM. and hsm is &lt;B&gt;GAYGAYGAY&lt;/B&gt;. i bet everyones gnna b like "oh its not gay, you are" but there are a damn lot of reason why its gay lah. a) EVERYONE FROM HSM CANNOT SING. DAMN YOU HSM CAST GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK HEAD. YOUR VOICE SUCKS, STOP TRYING TO HIDE IT LAH. b) the lyrics sound gay -.- c) their acting totally sucks. SO WOODEN. worse than &lt;i&gt;yang sisters&lt;/i&gt; lor. d) musicals are pretty irritating. ok whatever. so the first and last song was totally rubbish and it was serious TORTURE. i was screaming : ok fine softly. it really hurts the ears you know cos their singing is so out of pitch and its so whiney. and the tunes are all so - crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my prize for CCA like pretty late. then i went backstage immediately to prepare for speech which actually went pretty well. everyone decided to shut up and listen to me :D oh then there was the goodbye to teachers thing. think 6 teachers left and &lt;b&gt;mrs kong&lt;/b&gt; was one of them. and i just found out shes been teaching for 42 years lor. omg. and she was my P1 teacher which now to think of it seems really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so immediately after sch went to orchard :D for fish &amp; co lunch. actually my dad wanted to see this new japanese store &lt;b&gt;MUJI&lt;/b&gt;. but everything was like damn expensive. a wooden bowl cost like $8 and a spoon cost $8 too. anyway, i got like 2 packs of chocolates and a pack of cookies + a few note books to use as phonebooks. i keep losing my phonebooks every year D: anyway, after we left the shop i opened one of the chocolates which tasted damndamndamn nice. so we went back to the shop and bought another 2 more. hahahahah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish &amp; co is pretty. cool. i guess. they're really creative and the food wah is REALLY nice. the fish esp LOL that was retarded. anyway ate for a long long time and jai asked for 3 bowls of tartar. i dunno why he liked it so much but whatever. oh jai just told me "it tastes damn nice". okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ORANGE JU-SOMETHING after that and omg lah the orange juice is so good. so creamy! and i sound gay! hm after that went to sunny bookstore then took the bus home and i gave one ear of the mp3 to jai so he could listen then we took the LRT to south view and walked home and gg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116375716068795886?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116375716068795886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116375716068795886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116375716068795886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116375716068795886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116376162628814852</id><published>2006-11-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:38:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped a quiz off yl's blog. she didnt tag me, but there wasnt any tags anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 200 Question Fun Survey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name&lt;br /&gt;; Shammah Koh -- - im not telling you my chinese name but most of you know it anyway :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday&lt;br /&gt;; 290495&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;s&gt;NUS&lt;/s&gt; sorry, typo. NUH. i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color&lt;br /&gt;; probably black. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color&lt;br /&gt;; brownish black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height&lt;br /&gt;; i dunno. but last i checked was 158 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight&lt;br /&gt;; rahh im 50 kg. haha. and jai says im not fat, he says its lean muscle ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right handed or Left handed?&lt;br /&gt;; right handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;s&gt;chin-dian&lt;/s&gt; chinese indian mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Worst Habit&lt;br /&gt;; er. forgetting to brush my teeth :D ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign&lt;br /&gt;; wouldnt care to check retarded things liddat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size&lt;br /&gt;; 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants Size&lt;br /&gt;; hmm. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innie or Outie?&lt;br /&gt;; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents Still Together?&lt;br /&gt;; they always have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today&lt;br /&gt;; er... shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness&lt;br /&gt;; hmmmm chocolate. and computer maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears&lt;br /&gt;; vege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza&lt;br /&gt;; cheese, cheese and MORE cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year&lt;br /&gt;; try and share Christ with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger&lt;br /&gt;; oh damn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up&lt;br /&gt;; is it a weekday or weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature&lt;br /&gt;; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime&lt;br /&gt;; usually 11+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory&lt;br /&gt;; NE SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FAVORITES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;; BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;; don't really mind anything if it has no veg. and no sauce. and it isn't beef, mutton or pork. oh, what does that leave me then... anyway, its chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport?&lt;br /&gt;; captain's ball and... CATCHING! baseball maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal?&lt;br /&gt;; DOLPHINS. PANDAS. - and by pandas i DO NOT mean cheeteck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream?&lt;br /&gt;; cookies &amp; cream! BEN &amp; JERRY'S FUNNY DOUGH MIX THINGY! chocolate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy?&lt;br /&gt;; gum :D lollipops hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store?&lt;br /&gt;; TOYSRUS!!! hahahahahahahaha. dunno actually. any store that has cheap stuff i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad Dressing?&lt;br /&gt;; dont take salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor?&lt;br /&gt;; VIGGO MORTENSON [sure sp one] JOHNNY DEPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song?&lt;br /&gt;; any song from hoobastank's newer album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter?&lt;br /&gt;; um Z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number?&lt;br /&gt;; 7 / 3 / 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum?&lt;br /&gt;; original or grape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;; ooh canada. or maybe korea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season?&lt;br /&gt;; singapore no season one lah. but whatever, winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste Flavor?&lt;br /&gt;; got flavours meh? i dunno lah whatever i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Station?&lt;br /&gt;; P10! [perfect 10 la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume?&lt;br /&gt;; PERFUME STINKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent besides perfume?&lt;br /&gt;; scent of baking cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body part on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;; ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?&lt;br /&gt;; animal conservationist / LAYWER HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Want To Die?&lt;br /&gt;; dont wanna die - want Jesus to come down :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn ons&lt;br /&gt;; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn offs&lt;br /&gt;;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which One Of Your Friends Acts The Most Like You?&lt;br /&gt;; probably nicole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's The Loudest?&lt;br /&gt;; nicole. walao she screams so much lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Makes You Laugh The Most?&lt;br /&gt;; jai - hes counted as a friend right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Have You Known The Longest?&lt;br /&gt;; gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's The Shyist?&lt;br /&gt;; no ones really shy what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Have You Cried The Most?&lt;br /&gt;; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is The Best Feeling In The World?&lt;br /&gt;; believing in Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Feeling?&lt;br /&gt;; getting tempted by satan / screwing up pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Live When You Grow Up?&lt;br /&gt;; us? england? canada? singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be?&lt;br /&gt;; i wish i werent so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Long Do You Think You'll Live?&lt;br /&gt;; 25 years :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINISH EACH SENTENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk on the: clouds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the: computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice: piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the: normal people go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we: fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, little: billy? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird that: someone as irritating as erica exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never under any circumstance: stop believing in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: that everyone would become a Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a: purpose in life [copied from yl. hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: living for Jesus! [again copied]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been In Love?&lt;br /&gt;; maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been To Juvie?&lt;br /&gt;; where's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned Someone?&lt;br /&gt;; NONONONONONO [i checked it up in the dictionary.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Rejected?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran Away From Home?&lt;br /&gt;; LOL YES! tried to. but i forgot my slippers so i came back and my parents caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured Your Crush Naked?&lt;br /&gt;; EEEEEEEEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped School?&lt;br /&gt;; yesyes lots of times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought About Suicide?&lt;br /&gt;; i think so. but i was really young then lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept Outside?&lt;br /&gt;; dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed So Hard You Cried?&lt;br /&gt;; mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried In School?&lt;br /&gt;; when falling down during sports day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown Up In School?&lt;br /&gt;; YES. during one of mr sam's sports day trainings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted To Be a Model?&lt;br /&gt;; eeyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On Someone?&lt;br /&gt;; never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. i said hi to this guy in america. i thought he was a wax model but he was actually standing really still :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen A Dead Body?&lt;br /&gt;; during funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Bitched Out?&lt;br /&gt;; whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank Alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;; lol ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked?&lt;br /&gt;; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been On Drugs?&lt;br /&gt;; nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;; EW. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been On Stage?&lt;br /&gt;; blah alot of times, mainly for pledge taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Skinny Dipping?&lt;br /&gt;; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted?&lt;br /&gt;; thought of it but no :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Drunk?&lt;br /&gt;; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Called A Tease?&lt;br /&gt;; no, i dont think any of my friends know what that it anyway. but i found a quiz @ blogthings.com and they say im not a tease :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Beaten Up?&lt;br /&gt;; other than by my maid &amp; jai, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Well?&lt;br /&gt;; cough cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower Daily?&lt;br /&gt;; who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want To Go To College?&lt;br /&gt;; if can lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married?&lt;br /&gt;; guesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;; sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Motion Sickness?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. once in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think You Are Attractive?&lt;br /&gt;; no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Along With Your Parents?&lt;br /&gt;; nope. we argue alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Thunderstorms?&lt;br /&gt;; no! cannot play com le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play An Instrument?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. the piano &amp; band instrument &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own An IPOD?&lt;br /&gt;; not IPOD, Mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray?&lt;br /&gt;; of course right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go To Church?&lt;br /&gt;; duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep With Stuffed Animals?&lt;br /&gt;; LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep A Journal/Diary?&lt;br /&gt;; blog lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance In The Rain?&lt;br /&gt;; err no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing In The Shower?&lt;br /&gt;; lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke?&lt;br /&gt;; coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;; MCS! i dont like burger king -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates?&lt;br /&gt;; group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;; guess? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries?&lt;br /&gt;; either lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies?&lt;br /&gt;; MEAT MEAT MEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie?&lt;br /&gt;; depends on what we're watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums?&lt;br /&gt;; drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike?&lt;br /&gt;; nike :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican?&lt;br /&gt;; mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes?&lt;br /&gt;; corn flakes taste like crap without sugar. so cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie?&lt;br /&gt;; cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1?&lt;br /&gt;; MTV. cos i dont even know what VH1 is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind or Deaf?&lt;br /&gt;; which id rather be? neither -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs&lt;br /&gt;; dont wear lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do The Splits?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write With Both Hands?&lt;br /&gt;; my left handwriting sucks lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle?&lt;br /&gt;; mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow A Bubble?&lt;br /&gt;; yeap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Your Tongue In A Circle?&lt;br /&gt;; aiyoh so difficult one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Your Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk With Your Toes Curled?&lt;br /&gt;; dunno. and im not gnna try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch Your Tongue to Your Nose?&lt;br /&gt;; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance?&lt;br /&gt;; haha i cant dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Whatever You Want And Not Worry?&lt;br /&gt;; lol yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Touched&lt;br /&gt;; my maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Talked To On The Phone&lt;br /&gt;; erm nicole i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Instant Messaged&lt;br /&gt;; yingda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Hugged&lt;br /&gt;; HM? my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Yelled At&lt;br /&gt;; dad :/ or computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Played A Sport With&lt;br /&gt;; guys @ concord :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT'S THE LAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time You Laughed?&lt;br /&gt;; in the bus today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time You Cried?&lt;br /&gt;; a few days ago. was trying to cry purposely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie You Watched?&lt;br /&gt;; hm. v for vendetta a WEIRD SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Of Gum You Chewed?&lt;br /&gt;; original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke You Told?&lt;br /&gt;; cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song You've Sung?&lt;br /&gt;; on top of the world [I DID NOT SING THE GAY FAGGOTED HSM SONG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You?&lt;br /&gt;; where else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Can You See Out Your Window?&lt;br /&gt;; er terrace houses + the dead flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Listening To Music?&lt;br /&gt;;um no. ok ill turn some on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Are You Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;; shirt and pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's On Your Mousepad?&lt;br /&gt;; a picture of a cartoon of msia airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BELIEFS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?&lt;br /&gt;; maybe pluto. that's where erica came from, im sure. i'm sure they need really thick coats to survive there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic?&lt;br /&gt;; HARRY POTTER IS STUPID. AND LOSERISH. AND GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;; no not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God?&lt;br /&gt;; DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan?&lt;br /&gt;; he exists. but God owns his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah, the devil + angels :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa?&lt;br /&gt;; nah. if anything, its my parents giving me the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution?&lt;br /&gt;; DARWIN. GO AND DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116376162628814852?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116376162628814852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116376162628814852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116376162628814852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116376162628814852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/ripped-quiz-off-yls-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116367618252002014</id><published>2006-11-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:24:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont get why &lt;B&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/B&gt; likes neoprints. after all they're just a photo with weird scribbles over it. you can get a proper photo for like better quality and for less money right. and the point of taking more than one neoprint? ITS THE SAME PEOPLE. AND ITS NOT AS IF THE SURROUNDINGS ARE ANY DIFFERENT. each photo booth is like the &lt;b&gt;SAME&lt;/b&gt;. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed how many "rights" i put in so i took out 3. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116367618252002014?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116367618252002014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116367618252002014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116367618252002014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116367618252002014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-get-why-everyone-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116366588415950946</id><published>2006-11-16T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:28:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just tried the frog site nicoles been blabbering about for dunno how long. and it totally sucks -___- its like so boring and the dumb frog is so... dumb. and the chat thing isnt much; smarterchild is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 630 today. and as usual i had to ask myself whether it was a weekend so can sleep or not. but being a dumb thursday, i couldnt. D:okk whatever. i sound stupid. so reached school pretty late [like what 7:20?] and mrs esther lee &lt;b&gt;already&lt;/b&gt; began pledge taking -.- walao ehh its like 720 only lor. a good 5 minutes earlier. anyway, by the time i reached the hall everyone was standing up liao so i threw my bag down and ran to the front lor. mrs esther lee seemed pretty shocked to see me :D anyway, i was panting like super fast so my first 3 commands were like broken up. well so was the pledge anyway. but the national anthem gave me about like 2 minutes to catch my breath :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go see mrs rohizad [its spelt liddat right?] to practice for the emcee thing. i dunno why i have to go lar.. i mean im not even an emcee, im only going the speech so WHY DO I NEED TO ATTEND THE REHERSALS? i spend like 1h30m listening to like 200 names being repeated and 2 minutes saying my speech -.- could have been @ the com lab playing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for recess with my bag AGAIN and had the tiny bite size oreos [left over from jai's invite] for recess. and kimberly brought amos famous [did that on purpose...] to sch and didnt offer me!!! humph [its supposed to be done in the super high tone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art was spent in the lab again :D and my computer decided to be retarded. again. its like me and ramya can never use our computers D: anyway, jiayi asked me to help with his blog cos he didnt know how to create one [wth...] and so i stole his com in the process :D never finished his blog anyway, cos the computer wouldnt let us update the template. so jy got feddup with me cos his blog didnt change [walao, its not even my fault lor] and so he went away [i got your computer! muahahah :D] but then gabriel came over &amp; asked me to help with HIS blog, but the same thing happened D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 11 went down to the HOD office to do the emcee thing &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/B&gt;. and this time it was pretty draggy cos miss maslina wasnt that happy with fionas performace. anyway i did my speech and it was pretty clear cos the room was really quiet [we were in the old sick bay, now transformed to a room with all our exam stuff, i think.]. rahh only went back to class at around 12 liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;i&gt;my fair lady&lt;/i&gt; for about 1 hr. and the show's pretty good lah. except the singing is a bit irritating [and so is HSM's. GAYGAYGAY] went down to eat @ the canteen, but like nearly every stall was closed [preparing for the farewell night i guess]. only had like a nugget + hotdog bun and hotdog. and ribena. which leaked and the horrible shop vendors didnt even replace. wth lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah and mrs raymond gave us a nice box of chocolates :D for the speech / emcee thing :D but, damn. i just realised i forgot to put it in the fridge :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116366588415950946?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116366588415950946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116366588415950946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116366588415950946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116366588415950946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-tried-frog-site-nicoles-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116357666065111405</id><published>2006-11-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:44:20.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss band i miss band i miss band. yes already. and i just got back somemore. ): we won't be seeing the p6s anymore... unless they come during the dec hols but i bet no one will cos they're just too lazy. anyway... today was pretty boring and yeah, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna miss band prac ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116357666065111405?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116357666065111405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116357666065111405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116357666065111405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116357666065111405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-band-i-miss-band-i-miss-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116349305354103709</id><published>2006-11-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:18:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GREAT. JAI + YIN LENG THINK I SOUND LIKE MIIN. damn. lets ERASE!!!!!!!! [but can it be that bad. only 2 parts. i dont use "luhh" and ".... CAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude what happened to me? AH. maybe i'd been influenced. yeah, maybe. by kimberlys crap about gay hsm. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE NOT TO BE GAY ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just realised all my archives are missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116349305354103709?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116349305354103709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116349305354103709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116349305354103709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116349305354103709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116348641569592488</id><published>2006-11-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:44:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt; ok i havent finished what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after band camp PRACTICE went back and jai was alr at the function rm. ok nvm im too lazy to say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;was as normal.&lt;br /&gt;it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;because? i dunno why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9 am we had this assem prgram. whcih was like SOOOOOOO boring. it was abt this &lt;i&gt;train that could&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;WHATEVER IM TOO LAZY TO POST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not too lazy to say that TMR GOT BAND PRAC! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY I MISS BAND PRACT SOOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;oh and need to get everyones emails adds tmr at band. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;I also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ying to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the core.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116348641569592488?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116348641569592488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116348641569592488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116348641569592488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116348641569592488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-i-havent-finished-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116346215612301848</id><published>2006-11-14T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:36:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr. im like SUPER tired lah. PRE-CAMP BAND TRAINING IS SO DAMN TIRING!!! walao ehh its like 6 full hours of repeating &lt;em&gt;circle of life&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tong hua&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;spongebob&lt;/em&gt; -.-, &lt;em&gt;shrek dance party &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;bare nessesities &lt;/em&gt;like 500 times. and the conducter says "play." and we're supposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. the sectional prac totally rocked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. at like 7:45 met mdm weina at the foyer; who was like super pissed cos the other guys were late. &lt;s&gt;ok i gtg now finish it later bla.&lt;/s&gt; aha. ok mrs raymond is done with me. i told her i needed to finish my survey which im not doing so heck. ok finished the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to band camp. we took mdm weinas car to the ccab centre. the cca place lah. there was a jam. so mdm weina was damn pissed, again.&lt;br /&gt;and she was all "this stupid jam ah, going to make us late" i think it was PIE around there la. i wanted to laugh. but was a bit afraid to -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know all that crap about mdm weina being like the scariest teacher and whatever? yah well its like total RUBBISH. mdm weina totally rocks. join band and your days of terror of mdm weina are over :D ok that was really retarded. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached like just in time for the briefing.&lt;br /&gt;the theme is supposed to be cartoon. and the euphniums are going to be renamed. to dunno what. so started w/ sectional. our trainer started with &lt;em&gt;shrek dance party&lt;/em&gt;. and we had this weird quiz [which i passed]. bla. we were all like super quiet. but after 30 minutes i started blabbering nonsense. aha. not funny. im stupid. that was random. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tea break : 15 mins. and they gave us like this HUGE box of noodles. it felt like lunch. and we were supposed to have lunch 1 and a half hours later. uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished &lt;em&gt;shrek dance party&lt;/em&gt; eventually. and the irony? aiya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch then combined. which was so retarded. how can you expect us to learn like 5 songs in 3 hours?????????????????????????????????? we're not superman / woman lah.... and the songs were like super hard. oh and the irony : we played every single song. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;except &lt;/strong&gt;shrek dance party. &lt;/em&gt;WTH...&lt;strong&gt; im irritated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. we did play &lt;em&gt;shrek dance party. &lt;/em&gt;at the END. stupid... and &lt;em&gt;tong hua&lt;/em&gt; sounds pretty good. ahah the beginning at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. im going on stage to get something for band. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116346215612301848?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116346215612301848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116346215612301848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116346215612301848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116346215612301848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116332170178600599</id><published>2006-11-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:38:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so im really bored and ive got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;except to talk to jun hui.&lt;br /&gt;and teach her chatspeak. ok it isnt that boring. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like church was normal. except that we had to wait like super long for my mom to finish. and so we like went to united square and had this weird cha-siew-mee.&lt;br /&gt;and the noodles were like so springy.&lt;br /&gt;i had macs ice-cream anyway. the 50 cent one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the game store after that. my bro saw the nwn 2. he was like so in love with it (:&lt;br /&gt;it was like $80. actually the game itself was $55 but the limited edition was pretty worth it. had like this cloth map thing, + a picture book or sth + a ring.&lt;br /&gt;i agreed to pay for the stuff. but nothing else cos i dont like nwn in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;well jai doesnt believe me. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he's always asking me to pay for stuff D:&lt;br /&gt;my dad pissed my brother off like real bad. or was it the other way round. i think my dad wanted to cry. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was blog browsing.&lt;br /&gt;gonna create our class blog soon, hopefully :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and 6A's blog. they're going to sentosa on 16th 17th!!! no fair one lor. read my previous post. its like we 5A-s nvr do anything. D: bcmg square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;band camp tmr. the whole idea of band camp so sian one. D: but after band camp can go disturb bro &amp; friends :D&lt;br /&gt;ok today was super boring. gah joan of arcadia's on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was random blog browsing just now.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw something so so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;its like 500 times sicker than &lt;s&gt;caleb&lt;/s&gt; celeb. yes, im not joking. &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna talk about it. its really really disgusting. im never going to go random blogging again. really dumb of me of you ask. i'll stick to friendly blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;BUT WILL SOMEONE PLEASE UPDATE YOUR BLOG?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116332170178600599?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116332170178600599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116332170178600599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116332170178600599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116332170178600599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116315219908668826</id><published>2006-11-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:24:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i dont ever want to do anymore quizzes AGAIN. zzzzz do so many liao. ok im going make up for all the super long posts by barely posting today. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and here's something extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;I HATE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUI YING.&lt;/FONT&gt; %3F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116315219908668826?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116315219908668826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116315219908668826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116315219908668826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116315219908668826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116315029780988085</id><published>2006-11-10T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:47:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- T R U T H F U L L Y&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;; maybe? maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it?&lt;br /&gt;; maybe? maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Simple or complicated?&lt;br /&gt;; neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 4 HAS BEEN DELETED DUE TO ER BAD CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bought something?&lt;br /&gt;; er... Y A H?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotten sick?&lt;br /&gt;; like everyone has right. other than the dumb guy from the dettol advertisement. WHO ON EARTH WANTS THE 100 % ATTENDANCE AWARD &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah tons of times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;; when i screwed up pledge taking? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;; BO LIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Failed a test?&lt;br /&gt;; MATHS MATHS MATHS! respiration &amp; photosynthesis also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Danced?&lt;br /&gt;; i hate dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;; so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-U N I Q U E&lt;br /&gt;16. Nervous habits?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. rubbing elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you double jointed?&lt;br /&gt;; dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;; wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you raise one eyebrown ?&lt;br /&gt;; ooh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you cross your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;; muahahah yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you make your bed daily?&lt;br /&gt;; too lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think you are unique?&lt;br /&gt;; no im special :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-H A V E - Y O U - E V E R'S&lt;br /&gt;23. Said "I Love you"?&lt;br /&gt;; yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given money to a homeless person?&lt;br /&gt;; cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Smoked?&lt;br /&gt;; so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Waited all night for a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;; aiyah call me tmr i go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Snuck out?&lt;br /&gt;; too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Sat and looked at the stars?&lt;br /&gt;; my room how to see the stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A N N E R S&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you swear/curse?&lt;br /&gt;; hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever spit?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. into my nike waterbottle to scare ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You cook your own food?&lt;br /&gt;; instant noodles? but no i dont but i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You do your own chores?&lt;br /&gt;; my maid doesnt allow me. she thinks ill make a bigger mess than when i started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You like beef jerky?&lt;br /&gt;; i dont like beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You're happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;; etarnal life OWNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You own a dog?&lt;br /&gt;; ill probably kill it cos i forgot to feed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You spend your money wisely?&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO. spent more than 15 bucks @ jumble sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to swim?&lt;br /&gt;; by myself NO with friends yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When you get bored do you call a friend??&lt;br /&gt;; when doing hw halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in a bed of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;; my cousin and brother :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;; singapore so small cannot one lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a bottle of alcohol by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;; bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;; playing with water :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Dumped?&lt;br /&gt;; havent even started how to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen money from a friend?&lt;br /&gt;; OH NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;; so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;; no foot fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;; the teachers all so outdated one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;; went for funerals but to actually see someone die, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;; lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?&lt;br /&gt;; cannot lah my maid sure jump on me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone so much it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;; ow. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep during school?&lt;br /&gt;; felt like going to sleep but no. wait maybe once. during church :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely?&lt;br /&gt;; yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated in a game?&lt;br /&gt;; SO MANY TIMES! MONOPOLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the ER?&lt;br /&gt;; ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;; hahaha never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed your first love?&lt;br /&gt;; who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;; no. screamed myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;; hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;; havent kissed anyone [other than family member] yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;; manymany times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;; dont even have!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted hurting someone?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah.. lots of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;; mmmhmmm? ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H O 's :&lt;br /&gt;Who is in the house with you?&lt;br /&gt;; brother, maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking about now?&lt;br /&gt;; someone from outer space. wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;; yesterday? day before yesterday? oh i rmb. i think its joshua. yeah joshua called me on the phone for mom. i think he was last lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose house did you last go to?&lt;br /&gt;; lol......... mabel's to just visit for the fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose birthday is next?&lt;br /&gt;; marsiat i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the LAST person you loved but not anymore now?&lt;br /&gt;; my soft toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hope will take this survey?&lt;br /&gt;; whoever is on my links. i wanna see their responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H A T s :&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;; INSTANT NOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;; water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the closest item near you that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;; roller chair / mouse pad / pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;; msn. but my msn is DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color? (1 only)&lt;br /&gt;; black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most used, away message?&lt;br /&gt;; ?? "not available go find sth else to do meanwhile"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite website?&lt;br /&gt;; blogger / blogskins / dotaportal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite shoe brand?&lt;br /&gt;; lol. converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you currently hearing?&lt;br /&gt;; HOOBASTANK! BORN TO LEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H E R E s :&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;; in alaska :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;; in a bed..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;; found it in my cupboard one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H E N 'S&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;; 29 APR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last burn a candle?&lt;br /&gt;; moms celebration dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H Y 'S&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;; you ask me i ask who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you taking this survey?&lt;br /&gt;; nth bttr to do *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116315029780988085?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116315029780988085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116315029780988085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116315029780988085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116315029780988085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/t-r-u-t-h-f-u-l-l-y-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116314910620639653</id><published>2006-11-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:46:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Type out your reactions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;; because God made me like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALIZED NOW THAT I LOVE YOU ! LEAVE HIM ALREADY. YOU'LL BE MUCH MORE HAPPY WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;; ok dude whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON. SMILE. YOU'RE CUTE WHEN YOU DO THAT&lt;br /&gt;; oh shuttup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO MY MATH HOMEWORK TOO&lt;br /&gt;; sure if you want to get like 3 questions right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;; yeah ok thank God then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES MONDAY COME BEFORE TUESDAY?&lt;br /&gt;; because mondays rock more than tuesdays? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TWO TICKETS TO THE LINKIN PARK CONCERT. WANNA COME WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;; YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. DID YOU KNOW THAT?&lt;br /&gt;; oh.. how touching -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM FALLING FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;; dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T SMILE WITHOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;; then dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, BUT YOU JUST AREN'T HER&lt;br /&gt;; oh, look at the time i wanna watch PCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR MOBILE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;; no mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?&lt;br /&gt;; depends on who's asking. [really retarded retarded dude] hey erica's right there! [normal dude] aiyah whatever lah i dunno how to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY I ESCORT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;; to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU STILL LOVE HIM TILL NOW&lt;br /&gt;; only had 11 years of living. 11 years not THAT long lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I WANTED&lt;br /&gt;; yah, &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; and want&lt;b&gt;ed&lt;/b&gt;, so it doesnt really matter anymore cos im not what you want anymore. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL I GET YOUR SWEET EYES&lt;br /&gt;; when you buy contacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116314910620639653?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116314910620639653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116314910620639653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314910620639653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314910620639653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/type-out-your-reactions-why-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116314871937627823</id><published>2006-11-10T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:51:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Where do you hang your towel after showering?&lt;br /&gt;; towel rack in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of mouse pad do you have?&lt;br /&gt;; MALAYSIA AIRLINES ONE FROM a KIDS PACK HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you brush your hair with a comb or brush?&lt;br /&gt;; brush. my hair too damn thick le :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who do you think is the hottest celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;; um... dont know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have a project due tomorrow, do you use tape or glue?&lt;br /&gt;; glue. sure can dry overnight one lah. but if cannot then use hairdryer lah! or microwave oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chicken or pork?&lt;br /&gt;; eee i hate pork. other than ba-gua that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. By the time you get to school, is it still dark?&lt;br /&gt;; depends on what time i leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had a choice to be a unicorn or mermaid which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;; unicorn! can go around stabbing ppl with my horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What color is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;; bluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time does the sun usually set?&lt;br /&gt;; too lazy to check :D dunno lah what 6:30 - 6:45?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;;  do devotion time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. AC or fan?&lt;br /&gt;; AC! AC! AC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear braces?&lt;br /&gt;; nope. but bracers look cool! i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you do a hand stand?&lt;br /&gt;; lol NO but in the swimming pool can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;; MOHAWK!!! spiked lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What level English are you in?&lt;br /&gt;; primary school level what else? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Jessica Simpson or Alba?&lt;br /&gt;; JESSICA SIMPSON : A TOTAL BIMBO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which subject is worse, English or Maths?&lt;br /&gt;; MATHS! I HATE MATHS! but seems to me that its my second strongest subject -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the one thing that you really want to do at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;; i want adobe photoshop back! no all i want is for someone interesting to join me at band camp so i can talk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What movie are you embarrassed to admit you've watched?&lt;br /&gt;; uh LEGALLY BLONDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. CD player or iPod?&lt;br /&gt;; muahahaahahaha! IPOD! ok not ipod mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather spin upside down going 30miles, or drop 400 ft into the water?&lt;br /&gt;; water! so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite shape?&lt;br /&gt;; hm. dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you have planned for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;; finish a dumb thankyou note, play &lt;i&gt;Shrek Dance Party, Tong Hua, Spongebob, Circle of Life&lt;/i&gt; and a few more others on baritone repeatedly for band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever gone ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. its nearly the same as rollerblading. except theres usually a lot more blood on ; the ice skating rink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;; doodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is it easy finding your remote every time you want to watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;; sleepy, tired. bored. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you grow your nails, bite or cut them?&lt;br /&gt;; hm. depends lor. if got time then cut nicely if im in a rush for health inspection then bite! and round of edges with ruler :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Describe your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;; aiyoh which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you consider yourself a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;; hmmm. maybe. i stalked erica once to hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you bruise easily?&lt;br /&gt;; no. even if i do im to dark for you to see any diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. There's nothing on TV except Barney and Japanese news what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;; turn off the tv and listen to music / play computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know more than 3 myspace codes?&lt;br /&gt;; i dont use myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You got a essay due, you either can type or write in pen, which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;; type. lol very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you wear jeans to relax at home?&lt;br /&gt;; lol got so much money to buy that many jeans meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116314871937627823?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116314871937627823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116314871937627823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314871937627823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314871937627823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116314767471457703</id><published>2006-11-10T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:34:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiz quiz quiz!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does anyone know your password to your email?&lt;br /&gt;; not as dumb to give it to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;; mcspicy with like 2 milos cos it was real spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;; no. not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your school?&lt;br /&gt;; CPS? probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever felt jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;; YESYESYES. --&gt; OF JUN HUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;; lets see was playing on the baritone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;; electrico's hip city album! lol retarded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;; my maid. had instant noodles for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;; HOOBASTANK ON MP3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;; raining. tio trapped in rain just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last person who called you today?&lt;br /&gt;; no one called for me yet actually. [omgomg amazing nicole!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;; the dumb "thank you for the music" in sch [which sounds so totally BORING. even mrs raymond agrees -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;; ACES DAY DANCE. i hate dancing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;; er yeah. but i got the friendship back. its as strong as ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;; INSTANT NOODLES. no actually it was ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;; so-so lar. didnt exactly do well for SA2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;; uh 6:30 for sch -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current taste?&lt;br /&gt;; in what. i dont gettit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the person that posted this survey?&lt;br /&gt;; kelly. i was jumping blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;; um orange tee + blue pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;; even if i was im to tired to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;; lol overall appearance lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;; at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What date and day is it?&lt;br /&gt;; er whats today's date? lemme check... ok 10th nov, friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Did you go anywhere today?&lt;br /&gt;; school. after school er home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do there?&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt; nonsense i didnt study at all. just had fun watched &lt;i&gt;batman returns&lt;/i&gt; &amp; &lt;i&gt;pass it on&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;-- oh and my class is filled with total sickos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;; 11 [TURNING 12 SOON! YAY!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;; IMMATURE! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you call your parents by their first name?&lt;br /&gt;; lol no. my moms name is really long anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;; i bet like the whole world knows about my elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;; eee shopping? aiyah Lot 1 for groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like where you work?&lt;br /&gt;; dont work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like books?&lt;br /&gt;; yeah. just finished re-reading all of enid blytons &lt;i&gt;naughtiest girl&lt;/i&gt; books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;; long long time from now probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. To whom?&lt;br /&gt;; walao eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116314767471457703?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116314767471457703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116314767471457703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314767471457703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116314767471457703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz-quiz-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31568680.post-116305637489344594</id><published>2006-11-09T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:07:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see. i actually took this from MIIN's blog. yes from miins. its quite interesting lah. how bimbo i am. lets see. miin scored a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;63&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lets see what i score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted. - hm. no. have to admit i like doing it for the FUN OF IT, but no. &amp; i dont really like going out with coloured fingers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] during the summer pretty much the only shoes i wear are flip flops - id rather go barefooted lah please.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my favorite toy as a child were barbies. - yes ok i DO have barbie dolls, im not gonna lie. but no. i think my fav toys were lego. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] my favorite color is purple. - purples nice. black / red looks better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i did gymnastics. - never tried really. but my cousin broke her arm during her gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i like skirts. - OH SURE I LOVE SKIRTS! skirts SUCK. YOU CANT DO ANYTHING IN THEM. mini skirts ARE WORSE. once you wear a mini skirt, you'll b &lt;s&gt;caleb&lt;/s&gt;  celeb's next victim for under-skirt-peering. skirts look like crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hollister is my favorite place to shop. - sorry. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear - wth lah this quiz is damn sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;[X] i love chocolate. - WTH. JUST COS I LIKE CHOCOLATE DOES IT MEAN IM A BIMBO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've never had a real job. - not 14 yet lah&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my hair is straightened. - no. my hair looks like horns when its at most curly stage :D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have at least 8 friendster pictures - not trying to sell myself. wouldnt make any money anyway :/. dont even HAVE friendster. its sucha retarded site.&lt;br /&gt;[] i usually go shopping once a week - not for clothes and crap, groceries.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to hang out with friends - wth. hanging out with friends isnt bimboish lah&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace. - NONONONONONONONONO I HATE JEWELLERY.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've gone to a tanning salon - so tan liao go tan for what&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've gone to the beach to tan - no. cos ppl like treading on you. but wtv lah i go beach to make sandcastles and throw sand at ppls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have at least 10 pairs of shoes. - retarded, no. im still looking for a damned pair of sandals.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i watch either the OC or Laguna Beach - waste my time watching retarded shows like that for what? watch PCK!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i change my icon weekly. - change when i got nicer one lah.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear a shower cap. - i dont WEAR it, i play with it and collect water with it :D shower caps suck. so what, your hair is going to dry right.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic - ???&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my cell phone might as well become a part of me - no.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear mascara everyday - sick. they make your eyes look like so big as if you got like swollen eye..lids.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've been or am on a diet - jai will never allow me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bathing suits are adorable - adorable my foot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat - check the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;[ ] big sunglasses are hot - ive got SPECS. wear what sunglasses lah PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have gotten my nails done - ... no.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own over 10 purses - ive got 3 wallets and thats it. one night b4 christmas on [reub gave], one PINK one i bought when i was like p1 and my current billabong one [nic bought]. actually had 1 more billabong [THREW AWAY - cos the bit where you can hang things got totally screwed up by jai] and another OP one gave to cuz.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MTV is one of my favorite channels -  we dun even have. ch 5 is fav lah. or kids central :P i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] all i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys - we watched hot shots during my sleepover XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to have other girls do my hair - ill smack you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i give and receive hugs from my friends - llesbian! only erica does that lah please.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders - ooh, spider!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] carnivals are so fun!! - nvr really been to a carnival b4.. have i? sch sports carnival NOT COUNTED.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] summer is THE best season -  no winter is.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my swimsuit has 2 pieces - yeah. its a shirt and pants. all covered lah. i dont wear bikinis unlike some retarded elephants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] im waiting for my knight in shining armor - yeah sure the knight and shining armour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pianists are so hot - dude, no. guitarists / drummers are :)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you write me a poem and tell me im beautiful and im all yours - sure, you forgot the 2 million. fat hope dude.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i am self-conscious. - i guesso. i mean most of us are what.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i cry often - i dun think anyone has caught me crying in sch. other than the time i grazed my knee during sports day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my car smells like vanilla. - i dont even have a car. fine maybe my dad does but it doesnt smell like vanilla [EW?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my dishes get washed more then once a week - ok i dont understand this question at all.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i don't do sports - no sports? no sports? i love sports! only erica doesn't because she is a retarded loser who is damn lame and thinks she is really cool and slim but she's actually an oversized ass.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i HATE to run - running? i love running! and u noe what. some morons actually think i run for the fun of it up &amp; down. wth..&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i squeal when i am surprised or angry - no i swear / shout.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i eat dried fruit as a snack - get real fruits suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love romance novels - what, where the korean dude gets cancer and the girlfriend is left there? ill read enid blyton, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute - no. ben from daddy day care is cute.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dance a lot at home - oh shuttup.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house - this quiz getting boring lah.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i only have like 5 billion hair products -  lets count... oh ive got none. other than shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner lah.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to get dressed up - DRESSING UP IS FOR TOTAL BIMBOS. sry, forgot, this is a bimbo quiz.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] every part of my outfit needs to match - jeans go with most of my shirts... just anyhow random pick lah.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends - is it my fault nicole calls me so much?! no lah, i not so bad. i talk also alot. (:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i would love to have a photo shoot of myself. - only during my wedding. [what wedding?!?!?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] price on clothes hardly matters - sure. my mom saw this shirt in us for like $300, she just walked out of the shop :D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i apply lip gloss 50 times a day - i use saliva. works better.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wish i were a model - no.no.no.&lt;br /&gt;[X] i wish i could meet Paris Hilton to slap her -YES. AND THERE IS NOTHING BIMBOTIC ABT THIS. PARIS HILTON IS A B****!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have been something that was slutty on halloween - dont celebrate oso.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own Uggs - ?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hip Hop is the best music - sorry, no. punk rock / rock is.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i pop my collar - ?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i like to be the centre of attention - nah. unless im purposely making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] guys with Mohawks are crazy - ehh cool what.. last time when i was a baby i also had mohawk :D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] horses are beautiful - not from up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i'd rather not pay attention in school - no lah, this years teachers all very nice, their classes very funfun. most of the time lah.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cats are adorable - cats suck. all they try to do is claw u in the face&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i write my own music/song/lyric - nah. i cant do that for nuts anyway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i would love to visit Hawaii - not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ]Valentine's day is so cute! - christmas better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]white is better then black - get real. black so much better.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wouldn't be caught dead in all black- why not?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes - sorry to dissapoint you. no.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate the grunge look of a beard - lol. yes. a beard looks irritating. makes me feel like just holding it and pulling!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to read gossip magazines - and this goes to fiona. FIONA, NO ONE APPRECIATES YOUR DUMB GOSSIPING.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to gossip - ill kick you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid - hm. i had little posters of barney probably [yes i loved barney]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love Celine dion - nt really. her voice damn power though&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My bubble baths are 2 hr long - nah. half hour. but i barely use tub neway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned  - later than talk abt that lah&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my friends and i are in a strict group. we mostly only hang out with each other - im not retarded.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i like kids -  i like really SMALL kids. 8-9 year olds are damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] diet drinks are the best - LIME COKE. LIME COKE.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] im all about being vegetarian - vegetables suck!!!! no offence lah, fiona.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i refuse to eat at McDonald's - mcs? yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i check my friendster everyday. - friendster is shit lah&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i LOVE life! - OH REALLY! IM HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a lot of jewlery - i said b4 lah JEWELLERY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;[ ] either one of my friendster profile has/had semi nude photos of myself. &lt;/s&gt; [sick question.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i would never want to be the opposite sex -  why wasn't i a boy :(&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it - ?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have more than 3 pillows on my bed - took away long ago le.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a stuffed toy sleeping beside me. - only bolster. but bolster isnt even a damned toy.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love tidy and clean places - :)  i dont LOVE. i like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s?calebs&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31568680-116305637489344594?l=her--irrationalities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/feeds/116305637489344594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31568680&amp;postID=116305637489344594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116305637489344594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31568680/posts/default/116305637489344594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her--irrationalities.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Shammah Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496693454184095963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m37/upload_images/Me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
