<?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-23868274</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:57:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-7418470517763001996</id><published>2010-10-09T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:01:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This iz whacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-7418470517763001996?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-562424301942540815</id><published>2009-01-08T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:15:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Vows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I feel myself glow with pride as i see you two exchanging vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;No doubt it was a shotgun marriage but it was still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You told me it was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;That you love me with all your heart and want the best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You promised that it'll all work out and not be like the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You promised that you'll do good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I trusted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;As you recited your marriage vows, I remembered each and every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I take you as my husband, to love and hold from this day forward, till death do us part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But what do i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The hatred and anger one year on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The quarrels and fights that carried till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Till death do us part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;That's not from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You are killing him every time you open your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Your hurtful words and threatening intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;For better or for worse, for richer or poorer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;To stick through the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;That's what you'd prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But when fault happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You throw a fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Whatever happened to forgive and forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You said you love him, was it for the money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;When he gambled and won, you encouraged him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But when he lost, you torment him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;In sickness and health, to love and to cherish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;We knew that there were sparks when you two first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But now you're turning into a bloody old hag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;He cared for you when you were sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Paid for your medical bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;And fed you your pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Yet you ignored him when he got the bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You scold him for giving you more stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You would throw him, torment him and do all things a wife would never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Then pull him back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Whispering sweet nothings claiming you love him and it came from your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;We wanted this to end but you just wouldn't dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You'd start shaking and pulling your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;You said you love me, Mommy, but not things have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I doubt your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I am afraid of your actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;For I do not know what will happen next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Will you be happy if he is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Are you that afraid of a divorce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-562424301942540815?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/562424301942540815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=562424301942540815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/562424301942540815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/562424301942540815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-vows.html' title='Wedding Vows'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-1454077631283964</id><published>2008-11-24T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:30:18.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bobby dazzler</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/SSq6V5JQ-OI/AAAAAAAAADs/tKQHe9bvBmM/s200/78385435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from now on, &lt;div&gt;every night is an adventure with my new candy socks;bobby dazzler!&lt;div&gt;special from aussie land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love it way too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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left the ballroom. ironic i know but that's how i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he did the sweeeetest thing for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he came to pick me up in a tux, looking really suave and gooood and he even bought a bouquet of flowers for me! goodness gracious me. i seriously felt like the luckiest girl on earth man. i mean, which guy in their right mind would actually bother to dress up and come fetch their girl hmmm? looking at the other guys who were there, i can say that ONLY my boy came dressed looking like that. and that was indeed really brave of him. :) at first i was overwhelmed and then i kinda felt a tinge of guilt coz the whole day i was making a big fuss over what he was wearing, his usual berms and t-shirt and he fetched me there looking like that. i kept going on about how he looked and how I would look like next to him when he came to fetch me and i was also kinda peeved that i had to wait for him at the lobby(for a meere two minutes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really have to take my hat off to this guy, you're really something. and thank god i have you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im loving my babyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over to his place today to chill and have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;practically his whole family was over man. it was kinda awkward at first but soon we kinda like, got used to each other and was comfortable enough to joke around and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played taboo, its really a family game man. it really grabs everyone's attention and also coz its challenging, since you've got teams and friendly competition once in a while really engages everyone so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked to king albert park, had macs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's got a really mischievious bunch'o cousins, and they're fun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im looking forward to more gatherings... hint hint. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;purple is the new nail colour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-1816983389545906588?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/1816983389545906588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=1816983389545906588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/1816983389545906588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/1816983389545906588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom.html' title='prom!'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3604864311301079078</id><published>2008-11-18T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:37:02.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks belle for helping me get this skin up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;much appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll keep you in my prays. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3604864311301079078?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3604864311301079078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3604864311301079078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3604864311301079078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3604864311301079078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-belle.html' title='thanks belle'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3572402679282181061</id><published>2008-11-17T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:50:29.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was indeed one of the most unproductive days of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i did was eat, read, play neopets (it honestly is a good way to kill time), read again, eat, read, sleep and now im here. was waiting for someone to come online and that someone finally did. thank god. i was almost getting annoyed but decided that i shouldnt be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the book is my personal suicide. it hurts to read it coz memories of you starts drowning me. i want to read it, but i cant. everytime i read it, i think of you, the pictures, the hugs. it'd be a thousand times much easier if only you were here hmm? but then again, i wouldnt read it with you around because i treasure every minute with you too much, i forget about the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;impatience does not exist in my vocabulary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats what i"d like to believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, im really undecided on my prom dress. i already reserved a really simple yet outstanding one from mango but it doesnt seem to satisfy me. i want a big puffyish one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want a stylish one that really spells W.O.W.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want to write my stupid graduation testimonial. im lazy, as usual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheriyn sherilyn, anopther habit to kick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;urgh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i am indeed rotting from boredom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are we so sensitive? why? i dont want it to be like that. you may not know it but its very clear to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have jealousy issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3572402679282181061?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3572402679282181061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3572402679282181061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3572402679282181061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3572402679282181061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-dress.html' title='prom dress'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-2917962799656021760</id><published>2008-11-16T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:02:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backkk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm back! it feels kinda weird writing this right now. its only the first sentence and im having difficulties typing. heh. well, what can i say, i honestly loathe the computer. i have no idea how on earth am i gonna survive jc (or poly) without being computer savvy. EVERY friggin person in my generation feels a certain bond with this lifeless rectangular machine sitting in front of me. its revolting. dont you think? well, i guess the one thing that really gets on my nerves when i use this cockamanium thing is that it lags, and im a veryyyy impatient person. period. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigh. doubt anyone'll ever read my blog again coz its seriously D.E.A.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont blame em.i wouldnt read the blog of someone religiously when that someone hardly ever uses the com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, some update, just in case you kaypohs actually continue reading this shit, fishing for some juicy info on whats going on in tan kim neo's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;well well.. where to begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;firstly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have a crush. i have someone whom im really into and that someone really digs me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant wait for that someone to return from melbourne so i can hug the life outta that someone and give that someone the kiss of life so that that someonewont actually die from my awesome death implicating hug. :)))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;just thinking about that someone gives me the shivers( the good shivers that a young girl experiences when she locks eyes with her crush, yup.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i smile everytime i hear or read that someone's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i suppose that someone is indeed the best thing that has ever happened to my love life. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;secondly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;im utterly thrilled that i've got my entire outfit and look ready for prom on thursday! ah! how exciting. and its all thanks to Charis! shes a really awesome person to shop with. you dont have to worry about bursting your budget coz shes totally an ah-ma and makes sure you'll find the BEST bargains in town!(or rather vivo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;im going (somewhat) egyptian style. mmmhmmmm. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i've got killer heels man. and only for sixty friggin bucks! but i'll never forget that pair of aldos waiting for me. too bad its new and a hundred and ninety five bucks! whoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thirdly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont know actually. i have my friends but... it all seems.. weird. i think i miss school. i feel awkward without a book under my nose or like, getting up at twelve without my parents nagging at me.its nice, in a way, i guess but it really makes me go all nostalgic when i look back in time and recall all those times i've spent with my friends. i really hope i can keep em. its like, i make friends with a whole bunch, but only a few faithful ones stay. its so, scattered all over the place. like, one from this clique and another from that. its nice to know that they've stuck with ya, but what about the rest? are we really that distant? i mean, we share our opinions and thoughts and all, but why has it come to this stage where its simply a hi and a bye when we cross each other's path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alright. i just think i should go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;met sean for awhile. talked, caught up with one another. yada yada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;talked abit to ariel on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;missing my bug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;missing my that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;everythings changing so much, and too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;way too fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-2917962799656021760?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/2917962799656021760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=2917962799656021760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2917962799656021760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2917962799656021760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2008/11/backkk.html' title='backkk!'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3107391076540602995</id><published>2007-11-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:02:50.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nailpolish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ohmygoodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow nailpolish is a total biatch man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;its soooo hard to apply and it REALLY tests your patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i applied and reapplied it at least three times and then i finally went to sleep at about.. 330 this morning? haha. yeap. i decided to paint my nails at around.. 1150 so yeah, you do the math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the most frustrating thing is that when i woke up, MY NAILS WERE SMUDGED. like, wtf. i quickly repainted em and rushed off to ballet. it was a total distraction la! i couldn't concentrate coz my thumb and middle finger was totally screwed up and i think i mended em like, friggin 7 times lah! haha. oh well. but its really nice now! its exactly this colour! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;whoop for bright sunny yellow nails!! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it totally matches my top! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anyway, gotta go, total filler post but whatever. heeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3107391076540602995?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3107391076540602995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3107391076540602995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3107391076540602995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3107391076540602995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/11/nailpolish.html' title='nailpolish'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-6108758090050778410</id><published>2007-11-15T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:34:31.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okie dokie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;im back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. now i have nothing to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;uhhmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh, im staying over at my cousin's place in woodlands and i just woke up. haha. this is gonna be another lazy day for me. yup. my whole day yesterday was kind of like, a bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;crap, i just remembered that i've gotta give aaron charles mossadeg his daily wake up calls. haha.hes not answering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"good morning aaron.. its time to wake up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"wha? wha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"wake up! *hears barking*. you at ang's house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"huh? yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;figured. i wonder what time they reached home man. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i totally missed the gig yesterday. sorry rome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;aaron said they were not bad. heard some drunk guy gave em 16 bucks and he even asked if they needed more, like, wtf! lucky bastards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh, back to the sleepover. yeah. i totally slept at 5 man! couldnt sleep and im happy that my piercing doesnt hurt, when i lean on my right, anymore! haha. oh, i think a certain someone looks good with em. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so... belle and ihave decided to stay in, rent videos, order pepperoni pizza(like, FINALLY!- i have this crazy craving for it ((: ) and be couch potatoes! yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hope your holidays are well spent and uh.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;finish up your math homeork people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;boy, charles is mad! his only motivation to live is the fact that his wii/play station3 and 2, is plugged in and ready to use anytime. he woke up for school then decided not to go when he learned that his mum forgot to keep the set. haha. we all hope that he'll grow up to be a brilliant scholar. yes, we all do. uncle jack is already saving up, lest charles fails, getting ready to be a begger. his coin pot is almost half full, trust me, i saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-6108758090050778410?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/6108758090050778410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=6108758090050778410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/6108758090050778410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/6108758090050778410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-2521937402163909602</id><published>2007-10-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:36:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;im bored and im fretting that theres training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like, duh! who wants to go for friggin training once we get back our results? geez. but thats the way its just it. no choice, just gotta shutup and go. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks pris for hearing me out and i really appreciate your help k? really. i love you loads. the same goes for my cousin (renee). :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, whats the point of keeping a blog for anyway? i dont really see much of a benefit by just ranting on and on about god knows what stuff. heh. i mean, sometimes it can be fun (like now, since im bored outta my wits and no ones at home and i dont have the mood to talk to anyone in particular) but sometimes(most of the time) it gets quite annoying when people start pressing you to update it just because they are kaypohs wanting to poke their noses in to your daily(or monthly, etc) business. sigh. im so random, maybe its just the boredom getting to my head. well, technically it has because im imagining im talking to myself (or an audience, in this case) and i hope i dont freak myself out. haha. well, i wont actually unless of course the pictures and scenes of the various horror flicks i've watch starts rushing back and i dont have enough willpower(is that it?) to overcome this.. childish fear. (there, i said it, childish) haha.&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;sher!&lt;br /&gt;you've gone nuts.&lt;br /&gt;im practically talking to myself now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE the one reading this thing.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;i loooooove hi-chew sweets! ALL the fruity flavours!&lt;br /&gt;strawberry, apple, grape... thats all there is right? anyway, yeah. (random thought again)&lt;br /&gt;im gonna stuff myself with hi-chew everyday so i'll eventually get sick and tired of it(and hopefully when i grow older- and my body starts to have loads of screw ups- i wont suffer from diabetes) so i wont spend all my coins left for the day on packets of highly addictive flavoured chewy high-glucose-content cuboids.(is it cuboids?) im confusing myself here. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i NEEEEED to go SHOPPING!(and christmas *adds mistletoe* shopping!) *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;yup. im gonna be one stressed female when christmas comes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, come to think of it, i've got LOADS AND LOADS of shopping to do!&lt;br /&gt;tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and you know who i need? my ***!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i hear people at the gate, guess they're back.&lt;br /&gt;gotta goooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-2521937402163909602?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/2521937402163909602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=2521937402163909602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2521937402163909602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2521937402163909602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/10/post.html' title='post'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-6162153744358080717</id><published>2007-10-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:52:35.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so i've FINALLY updated my blog. haha. and changed the skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;well, it's preeety ironic because i hate smokers(read hate)  and it's the smell which reeeally ticks me off. haha. well, a certain someone should get what i mean. and unfortunately, i have a VERY sensitive nose . haha. can't hideee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im relieved that my exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;however, i dont feel like i should be partyin hard(uh,even if i want to, im grounded) because i didnt feel that i have put in much effort. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i dont feel nervous for my results and yeahhh. its just like that. maybe its coz we've been through SO many examinations that you know, all the hype gets boring afters 6+2 years. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;well, i mean, everyone wants to achieve good grades, yada yada, so like, it sorts of doesnt really matter anymore. to me, that is. haha. but of course i still study and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;stress is still the number one killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i have loads or stuff to get done and loads of catching up to do with the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pris, if you're reading, I MISS THOSE STARBUCKS DAYS. im gonna book a day with you, k? i reeeeally need to tell you loads of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;same goes for lin and ra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i miss all my friends. ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now this is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i guess when i have too much things to say results in nothing much to say so i guess i should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;let's see when is the next time i'll remember to post something here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-6162153744358080717?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/6162153744358080717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=6162153744358080717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/6162153744358080717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/6162153744358080717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/10/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-8666040935570698147</id><published>2007-07-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:14:10.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MATH JOURNALS INVOLVING TRIGONOMETRY SUCK BALLS REAL BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEY SUCK! THEY SUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEY SUCK!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OHMYGAWD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; TRYING TO RELIEVE MY STRESS HERE BUT IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DOESNT&lt;/span&gt; SEEM TO BE WORKING. AH, HECK IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS TOTALLY ENOUGH TO KILL ME. I AM GETTING SO DAMN BLOODY ANNOYED BY IT AND ITS FUCKING IRRITATING. I HATE GETTING ANNOYED OVER SMALL SHIT LIKE THAT BUT I JUST CANT HELP IT! ITS ALSO REALLY ANNOYING WHEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; TRYING TO GET MY FRIEND FOR HELP, BUT FUCK NO, GOD KNOWS WHERE SHE IS AND SHE REFUSES TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ANSWER THE BLOODY PHONE AND SHE STAYS ON THE 25T FLOOR. WHERE THE FUCK CAN SHE BE WITHOUT HER PHONE WHEN SHE'S LIKE, GLUED TO IT ETERNALLY?!! MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AH FUCK MY MATH ASSIGNMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; NOT DOING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-8666040935570698147?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/8666040935570698147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=8666040935570698147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8666040935570698147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8666040935570698147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/07/math-journal.html' title='math journal'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-8451754706813995894</id><published>2007-07-21T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:39:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goh yilin</title><content type='html'>i had a really great time spent at starbucks with yilin!&lt;br /&gt;i really got to know her and i TOTALLY enjoyed our heart-to-heart talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my dearie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! haha.&lt;br /&gt;if you ever read this goh yilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness. finally had my java chip and bagel!&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i wasnt feeling too well and i came up with a slight fever. heh.&lt;br /&gt;we had racial harmony celebrations in school the next day and i kinda wanted to go but decided not to in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go coz EVERYONE had to dress up in ethnic costumes and i wanted to join in the fun (was gonna go in a chong-sam or the traditional indian costume) , i didnt want to go coz JUST before the actual celebrations, the sec 3s have to go for some chemistry outing thing at 1.30 then those who have training, have to come back to school by 3, like wtf?! why cant we just do away with training and all? geez, stupid people. anyway, i couldnt go in the end coz i was down with a fever and i felt really uncomfortable. yuppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i habe ndp today BUT  i cant go! :)))) so sad...&lt;br /&gt;why? coz sher here is STILL down with a fever. lalala. bet you guys out there would LOVE to catch it from me eh? well, TOO BAD. muahahaha. ENJOY NDP YOU SUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, shaun (NOT SEAN) is leaving for aussie today! crap. i didnt actually spend much time with him, considering i spent quite alot with someone else this week. or was it the last? ah, who cares eh? haha. anyway, we'll miss him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, PRIS LEFT FOR BANGKOK ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i'll really miss her! and so will everyone else. haha. hope  she'll have a great time there and not forget US when shes busy with shopping!! *hints hints* man, now i have one less person to hug when monday comes. HAHA. spas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cara was fucking annoyed with me on thursday, why? i do not know. ah, guess its the usual girly mood swings we all have. well, i dont blame her coz i was fucking irritated with her the day before.  its just, yeah. its hard to explain. maybe its some personality clash or something. and its from this kinda situation where my interest for astrology arises. haha. im really intrigued by how astronomers 'read' the stars and derive information from there and all. really. haha. and the formation and all, yada yada. see?&lt;br /&gt;thats one thing you've learn about sherilyn today. :) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH THE SIMPSOMS MOVIE. watch with me?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've gotta go,  my cousin has been waiting to use the com since she started it up and i kinda 'stole' her time. haha. sorry renee. love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  i have no fucking idea whats up with my stupid chatterbox, its annoying me too. yeah think its down at the moment or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-8451754706813995894?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/8451754706813995894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=8451754706813995894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8451754706813995894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8451754706813995894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/07/goh-yilin.html' title='goh yilin'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-5759979775049409386</id><published>2007-06-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:08:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fucked up week</title><content type='html'>i have no mood to do anything and i feel damn bad now. i so feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've become quite a softie and its getting easier for me to break down and all. it kinda sucks coz the littlest things affect me greatly and i somehow find it hard to get over it without someone helping me and comforting me along the way. okay, it sucks. i think im becoming really dependable. too dependable actually.&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me to learn to not look at people and life in such a cynical manner, i've tried, time and time again. and once i've actually start trusting people, i get cheated and i'll get hurt again. i hate that stupid cycle.anyway, i think im really talking rubbish. ah fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been a really crappy one. well, so far. i feel bad for everything i do and i feel even wors for those that i didnt. k, maybe not everything. i went to sentosa on tuesday and i had a really great time. i love all my friends. wait, I LOVE ALLLLL MY FRIENDS. yeap. thats better. everyone needs to know that they're being loved so please bear in mind, even if i rarely talk to you or even bother to say hi, i love you guys out there, k? everyone of you has a place in my lil heart and you guys have actually made an impact in my life so cheers. im in a really nostalgic mood so yeah, cant blame me. im just afraid that i might not have enough time to tell everyone i know that i love them, regardless if i've dislike you for a short or really long period of time, i still love you. yeap. im being so cheesy man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents just gave us (sibs and i) a long lecture bout our studies and all, you know, the usual and now, its gonna be tough for me to try and get outta the house and we've gotta be in bed by 1030, wth! its gonna be hard lah. and the WORST part is, THEY WANT TO CONFISCATE OURS PHONES WHEN WE COME BACK FROM SCHOOL BUT I THINK IT ALSO APPLIES TO THE HOLS. WTF. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiven. forgive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-5759979775049409386?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/5759979775049409386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=5759979775049409386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/5759979775049409386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/5759979775049409386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-fucked-up-week.html' title='my fucked up week'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3367619200070092609</id><published>2007-05-21T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:41:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>skulls and bones, skulls and bones, fucking hot, skulls and bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results are the best things in the whole wide world, i just love looking at them and they actually make me think! heh. think about how in the world am i gonna tell my parents the oh-so-good news. geez. i hope i dont get slapped or skinned alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im admit that im damn lazy and i ought to get off my arse and start doing something which benefits my future man. (sher, sher, actions speaks louder than words) ah, screw it. im trying not to use vulgarities and much as i can because i think i shouldnt, its not very good for me when it becomes a bad habit and i start using it in front of strangers, hot strangers. hahahahaha. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to those who did not do as well as you'd expected, no point crying. okay, you can cry, but please, get over it already! you should've studied much earlier and put in more effort, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to derek: yes! i think we should meet up soon, loads of catching up to do! haha. tell me when, im too, uh, busy to plan anything. yep. and thats if my mum even allows me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh , and if you have time, check out this website: &lt;a href="http://www.eyesuckink.com/"&gt;http://www.eyesuckink.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fucking good! seriously. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;well, i DARE you to click on it. if your momma catches you surfing it, it aint my fault. nah ah, nothing to do with sher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. happy now shermagne tang?&lt;br /&gt;for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;total filler post.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3367619200070092609?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3367619200070092609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3367619200070092609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3367619200070092609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3367619200070092609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/05/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-5581791701789218960</id><published>2007-04-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:01:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retarded</title><content type='html'>today was retarded. really retarded. we coulnt stop laughing at everything and my friends taught me the second lesson of me putting my phone at my side pounch where anyone can just take it away without me knowing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, we sat on the NEW 156 bus and it was damn nice! HAHA. first bus ever to be designed in such a way. well done, sbs. anyway melissa, if you're reading this, theres obviously more than one of that kind. we were just kidding the shit out of you. haha! and you had to buy those limited edition dark chocolate MnMs. sigh, what a waste, we were playing with it. and thanks for the blue ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelly bastard mel. and so did nicole. first time in this year joans going home so early and uh.. a retarded day for all of us. haha. kelly and i couldnt stop laughing in the bus. we laughed at melissa, at some people, at the old people mary claire was telling us about, at me, at the girl who was acting really weird, at the guy who 'posed' when mart claire was helping me take photos of the bus, at a group of friends, and lots lots more. haha. people were actually posing when i was trying to take photos of the BUS! for goodness sake. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, melissa was the one who got jack'd the most today. awww, dont be sad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;played with MnMs at macs. the salad portion sucks. so little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/Ri38IZPEtRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CYS9HOfULpY/s1600-h/Image1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056975177750197522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/Ri38IZPEtRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CYS9HOfULpY/s200/Image1970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/Ri38IpPEtUI/AAAAAAAAACU/JhiOzRTF_x0/s1600-h/Image1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056975182045164866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/Ri38IpPEtUI/AAAAAAAAACU/JhiOzRTF_x0/s200/Image1976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/Ri38IpPEtSI/AAAAAAAAACE/ajtgMN3WnHc/s1600-h/Image1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056975182045164834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-5581791701789218960?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/5581791701789218960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=5581791701789218960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/5581791701789218960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/5581791701789218960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/04/retarded.html' title='retarded'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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happening.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st point of view:&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn had missed quite a number of lessons and cannot grasp or completely understand what in the world the teacher is teaching and thus needs more attention and help. she is trying her best not to disrupt her fellow classmates who are too selfish to even bother to try to help her get through chemistry lessons without her violently banging her head on the poor marble table (read: cracking her head) to try to answer the simplest question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd point of view:&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn is another lazy idiot who doesnt take initiative in trying to find out what shes missed in the previous lessons and thus keeps her mouth shut in class, to save herself from embarrassment for sharing her stupidest answers with the class. she refuses to clear her doubts in class for the teacher will make her think and like the lazy idiot she is, she'll just say, 'i really dont know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'll stick to the 2nd point of view because thats what it really is! heh. well, at least im doing something for the benefit of myself by asking my teacher for a one-to-one class this wednesday. heh. there goes my only FREE day of the week. woohoo. but look on the bright side, i have no more trainings on mondays and fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gabe and his bright idea, we ran from the circus to liquid kitchen and from there to the club, in the pouring rain! i told him we'll be drenched, he said, 'aiyah, nevermind, its ONLY like that.' that idiot. we got drenched by the time we reached the club. my whole pinafore was soaking! luckily i had my pe attire. oh, i dropped my water bottle while running and gabe went back and got it for me! haha, thanks man, really appreciate it. it was special to me, got it for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the study sesson was productive, at all, as usual. gabe managed to finish up some a math homework, i read only one chapter of angels and demons. then he suggested that we should go to the arcade and we played time crisis 2. was really fun. thanks gabe for treating me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. pray that i'll be more discipline and start SERIOUS study asap man.&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-5995883035768990739?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/5995883035768990739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=5995883035768990739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/5995883035768990739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3774525752550249913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnqHwdNogQA/RiYfvczux9I/AAAAAAAAABk/aLmYDN33IcY/s72-c/DSC00947-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-2128666381166497388</id><published>2007-04-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:34:21.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pft today</title><content type='html'>yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;i archieved all As for my napfa test today!&lt;br /&gt;but i think im gonna get it from my badminton teacher! she expected all of us to be able to do 20 incline pull-ups and i only did 19! dang.&lt;br /&gt;but i made it up with my shuttle run and standing broad jump! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;2.4 is this saturday. im afraid that i might not do really well. stamina sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;today is a great day for me!&lt;br /&gt;a math passed really quickly, coz we were all fooling around and the topic was rather easy(the 'log' thingy) and we were busy taking candid shots and retarded videos! haha. the arrangement of the tables were screwed so we got to choose where we wanted to sit, and naturally, we chose the back with the longest row! haha.&lt;br /&gt;lit was hilarious and i never get tired or bored in lit because mrs tan rocks balls! had loads of fun and she was making a dig at the girl who came and presented for the reader's digest. mimicking her pronounciations and all.&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. recess was different today for i joined melissa! haha.&lt;br /&gt;weird though. the previous night i had a dream that im gonna talk to her and make friends with her again, coz of something that happened last year, and i did! it was really nice talking to her. and frankly, i miss her company and the times when we used to laugh so hard that we were practically tearing! the COA. those were the good ol' days. anyway, im really glad that im actually talking to er and as im blogging, im messaging her! haha. i filled her in on the stuff that she missed. loads and loads to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, cara, pris. yilin and i had long john's at rivervale mall. soon after we ordered our meals, the different cliques in our class started coming in! it was like, the almose the whole of lonh john's was filled with convent girls and most of which are from 3endurance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napfa started at 3.40pm, which was 10 mins behind schedule and we were held back. not fair. those blur sec 2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhored after napfa. and on the way back home, my cousin called and was like, 'sher! did you see yourself in *** mag?! haha. my friend spotted you! but your name has been switched with your friend's.' haha. i was like, that photo was taken so long ago! like, what in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gtg. mum nagging, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-2128666381166497388?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/2128666381166497388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=2128666381166497388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a- really tragic?(that's what some might think)-haircut on thursday. bob. =))) well, not exactly bob but thats what i asked for and the guy screwed it up. ah. annoying. went back there to trim it but it still didnt turn out the way i wanted it to. he shaved the back even more! bummer. anyway, my mum made it so much better. helped me trim the uneven bits. haha. thanks alot mummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've gotta wait a few more months before i can even attempt to tie my hair. im neutral bout how it looks but the people around me have really diversed opinions about it. haha. some say they prefer my previous hairstyle, some say i look nice in this. haha. well, it all depends on me if i want to grow it long again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-1463601899390892221?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/1463601899390892221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=1463601899390892221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/1463601899390892221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/1463601899390892221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/04/pft.html' title='pft'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3360276357407476412</id><published>2007-04-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:19:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been really really lazy to update. let alone finish up my homework (i quit on my a math homework just to blog! not really actually but whatever.) which was due, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, a few months ago? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! yup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pro-procrastinator. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. my friend calls me a sweet-talker, which sounds really wrong, but i guess shes just jealous that i somehow always manage to find a way to wriggle out of it and not get any bookings whatsoever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! score for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sher&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ndp&lt;/span&gt; session was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fuvking&lt;/span&gt; waste of time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shouldn't have&lt;/span&gt; gone. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;we did measurements for our costumes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; ALL we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BLOODY RAINING AND THE SEC 3S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DIDNT&lt;/span&gt; DO MUCH SHIT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CEPT&lt;/span&gt; SIT ON THE DAMN DIRTY FLOOR OF SOME HUGE BULLET-LOOKING VEHICLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CAR PARK&lt;/span&gt; AND GET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; ARSES FILLED WITH GRIM AND DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt; shorts are really dirty and so is my WHITE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt; shirt. my mum is so gonna get pissed at me but it's not my fault. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; thinking of quitting but i can't. the only reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; staying on is for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; points. yep. i need those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt; are total freaks! they called and asked me for my school shirts, like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wtf-ever&lt;/span&gt; for?? i have a hunch it's some kinda bet between their clique and all. i just lent it to them anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gabe&lt;/span&gt; complained that my camp t-shirt is too tight for him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Gabe&lt;/span&gt;, you're fatter than me, face it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! and he ASSUMES that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; GIVING him the shirt but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; just LENDING it to him, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;. and stop calling my vanilla face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. "and its still an obsession" says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wassup&lt;/span&gt; vanilla face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; and colour-pencils says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; and colour-pencils says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;vanila&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. "and its still an obsession" says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;?eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; la thanks for the tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; and colour-pencils says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;fairytales&lt;/span&gt; and colour-pencils says:&lt;br /&gt;you still have to give it back so not welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. "and its still an obsession" says:&lt;br /&gt;eh give la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;gabriel&lt;/span&gt;. "and its still an obsession" says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;jerome&lt;/span&gt; lee is another retard.&lt;br /&gt;the few things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learnt about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;jerome&lt;/span&gt; lee in just one really retarded conversation:&lt;br /&gt;1. HE LIKES TALKING IN CAPS! I QUOTE, 'CAPS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;2. HE GETS FREAKED OUT WHENEVER ZACH STARTS TALKING ABOUT CARS AND STARTS USING TERMS WHICH HE IS REALLY UNFAMILIAR WITH. applies to anyone else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;whos&lt;/span&gt; too smart for him.&lt;br /&gt;3. HE HAS A PLANNED ROUTINE FOR EVERYDAY OF HIS LIFE. (STRANGE BUT TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;4. HE EATS CHICKEN CHOPS ALMOST EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;5. HE HAS LION-LIKE HAIR/MANE, whichever suits you.&lt;br /&gt;6. HE IS SCARED OF PEOPLE GETTING MIFFED AT HIM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we were throwing one word insults at each other(in a light tone, of course) and after calling me straight-fringe, he was like.'eh, you wont go some corner and start crying right?'&lt;br /&gt;7. HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINKS OF HIM (okay, maybe a bit but still.)&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, HE LOVES PLACEBO.(actually that was redundant but i just felt like adding it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it makes it more even. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. not odd numbered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to sleep, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3360276357407476412?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3360276357407476412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3360276357407476412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3360276357407476412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3360276357407476412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-stand.html' title='i cant stand'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-8394454987238769542</id><published>2007-03-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:20:09.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello, hello, hello and hello.&lt;br /&gt;i've finally decided to update my blog today.&lt;br /&gt;well. as you all know, ALOT of stuff had happened and it'll take my God knows how long to blod EVERYTHING down so i'll just leave the extras out. haha. i wont succeed though, knowing that i cant keep my mouth shut so yeah. see? i havent even start and im talking so much already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, m march holidays did not seem like ANY holiday at all. i had to go back to school everyday, without fail, before 8am. how sucky is that? sigh, and to make things worst, i got a huge shelling from my teach in front of the whole bloody badminton team AND the teacher body. it sucked but as the old saying goes, "what goes up, must come down." i have my modified version of it and it is, "what goes in, must come out." so i think it didnt help much, haha for you. *sticks tongue out* almost everyone asked how was i and showered me with care and concern and what not, jealous aint you? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;we had our FIRST dance practice at seletar camp and it was mortifying! goodness gracious me! long story cut short, i nearly got 'shot'! hahahahahaha! im just kidding, in my opinion, i got into 'trouble' and got two army guys staring at me for the whole first session!*faints* and it is totally NOT a good thing, especially when one of em is kinda cute and already has almost half of both the sec 2 and 3 cohort falling for him! i rate him a... 8/10. yeah. haha. i guess it's coz hes tall, has a really nice tan and a cute smile coz of this tan, his smile stands out. yep. the other one is a medic and i rate him a 6! haha. awww, dont cry.. lol. oh! oh! theres one more, hes really tall, 1.8 plus? i think. haha. he has a really... likeable eye-candy-ish face and he looks great without his glasses! haha. his legs are really long but legs dont usually appeal to me that much. heh.&lt;br /&gt;[heather i have to really really really meet up with you really really soon! i have yet to add in all the details! haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had practice on mon, wed and fri. so thats 3 days of enjoying dance practice. haha!! the sun was a killer! we had to stay directly under the sun from 7am till 12 noon! can you believe it?? all of us are like, really tan and its totally uneven! coz of our socks, track pants and pe shirts! haha. that means i have to go to sentosa and get it right real soon! im waiting for after the 7th of april, which also means the end of my ballet exams!! haha man, i dont think im super duper ready for it! *boohoo* pray for me please! i dont wanna screw it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MAGDALENE! hows life? YOU'RE MISSING FROM BALLET CLASS YOU IDIOT! WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU? WE ALL MISS YOU, REALLLY! haha. have you flown off to wherever fall out boys are heading to??? lol! you better come back soon okay! haha. happy now? that you see your name in caps here? haha! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hows ______ and hobbes?? haha! hope you're doing great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARHAN AND KAY! i owe you guys your birthday presents! tell me when you're free to come collect it okay? its not big and expensive and all. haha. but its nice, i assure you that! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hookay, now that im done here, i have to go do my remaining homework which i doubt i'll do coz i just cant stop procrastinating. yeah. i know that sloth is one of the seven DEADLY sins, but i just cant help it. i lack discipline man! haha. anyway, good night, take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-8394454987238769542?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/8394454987238769542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=8394454987238769542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8394454987238769542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/8394454987238769542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3402479696449429741</id><published>2007-03-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:38:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 2nd of march was a really weird and wild day. thank God for that coz i really needed something new in my life which was becoming really planned and... hmm.. boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school was usual. nothing much happened except that mr thong's class was always really noisy and he showed us the wrong answer sheet for some grammer exercise which we were not supposed to complete yet, we quickly copied down all the answers (we actually tried telling him but he couldnt hear us coz the class was so noisy ans he was at the other end of the class) after we were nearly done copying down all the answers, he suddenly had the impulse to check to worksheets. the rest suddenly burst out laughing (guess that kinda gave it away) and mr thong FINALLY realised his mistake. haha. too bad. and mr tan got really pissed with us during e math coz we were really noisy. it was the first time he actually used that tone with us and we were.. quite shocked. heh. most of the class quietened down except for those assholes who dont know how to behave like their age. i got pissed and shouted at them before mr tan did. haha. i think they're mad at me but who cares? they pissed more people off. suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, Joan asked me if i was going anywhere after school and i told her i have bloody ndp practice at 2.45. she said too bad and walked away. i quickly pulled her by her uniform( i know im A LIL violent) coz i totally get what she meant. her expression and tone. i read you like a book man joan. you know it too! haha. i asked her why and she said that she and mel are heading to queensway. i was like, 'SHIT! I WANT TO GOOOOOOOO!!' haha then she gave me THE look which clearly said, pon! pon! PON!!! haha. it was really hilarious! (too bad for you guys who are trying to picture the whole scenerio, for i suck at describing stuff, yep.) yilin, pris and cara were also with us and cara asked me to go for a haircut with her! pris also asked me to go catch a movie with her, yilin had swimming training but she was also deciding whether to pon it or not and she decided to, she faked to lijie that she had cramps and all. i was in a huge dilemma man! i had to make a choice from my choices.&lt;br /&gt;1. go for dance&lt;br /&gt;2. go to queensway with joanand mel&lt;br /&gt;3. go to town for a haircut with cara and yilin&lt;br /&gt;4. catch a movie with pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, dammit, of all days. haha. it was tough coz if i were to skip dance, i must have a mc OR parent's letter and i wasnt planning to tell my mum anything so she'll think im at dance and all BUT what if the teacher decides to be a kaypoh bitch and gives my mum a call, i'll be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CANT go for a haircut before my ballet exam so i told cara sorry, anyway, yilin was accompanying her and pris.. i wanted to catch a movie but joan asked me first and so pris decided to join cara and yilin. so now my choices were narrowed down from 4 to 2. we headed to the canteen and i asked mano what to do since she was there and all. she said a letter would do BUT she forgot that i was one of the main dancers so thats.. rather impossible. i asked another girl how did she manage to skip all her practices without getting booked when she didnt produce any letter or mc, she said shes a reserve so yeah. we spent like, 30 minutes trying to think of excuses and looking for a solution but to no avail, everything else sucked. THEN i decided to just get out of school and be honest with my mum and tell her i wasnt in the mood for dancing and that joan asked me to accompany her to queensway to get her shoes. and guess what happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum allowed me to go! i was like. are you serious?!! i asked her if shes taking a nap and if she just agreed coz my call interrupted her sweet sweet dream, she said no, and that she was watching tv. coolness! she sorta gave me a curfew-not too late- and yeah, thats it, my minds made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to queensway we went! joan, mel, joanne eng (some stranger junior to me, but joan's friend) and me. i didnt actually fancy eng that much coz during school, she kept looking for joan and wanting to talk to her and all, i found that really annoying, like senior-sucking up thing, urgh. thats why i dont have many junior friends. heh.&lt;br /&gt;just as i thought that i could start having a proper, nice conversation with her, she did something which pissed me off, REAL BAD. i was damn angry but i didnt make it apparent to her but to mel and maybe a lil to joan. i was like, wtf?! bloody bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i was cursing and swearing even though i really really tried not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a student meal at pizza hut then took a train down to harbourfront.&lt;br /&gt;we had to take a bus to the shopping centre, 855, but when we were on the escalator going up to the interchange, eng asked where the emergency button was and when she found it, she pressed it! the reat of us thought she faked it coz the escalator was still climbing really slowly but then it started to slow down even more and eventually stopped! we were like, WHAT THE-?! we werte stunned then eng shoouted, 'RUN!' and we ran UP WITH OUR HEAVY BAGS! when we reached the interchange, we were couldnt stop laughing! it was really really hilarious and that 'woke' us up real good. haha! we were out of breathe but heck, it was fun! i slowly got over what happened earlier on although i was still a lil pissed.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time that sort of thing actually happened to me man. to us actually.&lt;br /&gt;it was really really fun!&lt;br /&gt;heh. im gonna try it when im out and the place is empty. haha! to those who usually go out with me, be on your guard!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but we have to scram really fast coz the fine for misuse is 5000 bucks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing alot during the bus ride coz lots of weird things happened.&lt;br /&gt;like how a lady looked like when she was 'cleaning' her dentures and i got quite a shock coz i thought her jaw came loose or something and how i got off the bus, i slipped coz it was raining, but did not end up on my butt but instead on my feet, perfectly fine except that i got a fright and that everyone at the but stop heard me scream really loud. haha.&lt;br /&gt;strange that most of the hilarious things happened to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joan looked around for her shoes and finally bought a pair of nike at 104 bucks from 156 bucks. she could haggle more coz the uncle gave that discount even before she could ask for one. heh. nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a really nice limited edition nike sb bag and totally fell in love with it! its really really nice, i would've bought it right there and then but i only have 16 bucks with me and it costs 155.90 bucks. dang. anyway, my beloved aunt said that she'll get it for me! woohoo! i hope nobody buys it before me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the 147 home. the journey took more than 1hour! i nearly died coz it was freezing and i didnt have a jacket with me. my mum called me and all. it was almost 8 when reached home, so much for 'not too late'. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im done, that was really long. haha. enjoy reading! (to those who read)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3402479696449429741?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3402479696449429741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3402479696449429741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3402479696449429741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3402479696449429741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-of-march-was-really-weird-and-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-121206610665893840</id><published>2007-02-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:16:09.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this is some... poem? which i think is really nice. we received it during our re lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm special. in all the world there is nobody like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. nobody has my smile. nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one can be found who has my handwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nobody anywhere has my taste - for food or music or art. no one sees things just as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. and what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one else reacts to any situation just as i would react. i'm special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm the only one in all creation who has my set of abiities. oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things i'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents , ideas, abilities and feelings. like a roomful of musical instruments, soeme may excel alone, but none can reach the symphony when all are played together. i'm a synphony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and in all rarity there is great virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;because of my great rare value, i need not attempt to imitate others. i will accept, - yes , celebrate - my differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm special. and i'm beginning to realise it's no accident that i'm special. i'm beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as i. out of all the billions of applicants only ont is qualified, only one has the right combinaton of what it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that one is me. because.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-121206610665893840?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/121206610665893840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=121206610665893840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/121206610665893840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/121206610665893840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='im special'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-3400426851412657897</id><published>2007-02-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:06:21.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wow, i received lots of presents on valentine's day and sean ate almost half of em. that idiot. anyway, i love the pooh cushion thing pris gaved me and i earned 2 bucks from deborah in the park for doing something which you guys wont wanna know! haha. thank you to all those who thought of me on valentine's day and to joan and mel liu for helping me wrap up my presents and staying at compass till, late? i think. thanks to jon for helping me fix my blog! =) im still a lil pissed with some people and i have a really strong feeling that deborah and i are gonna be sharing alot about our lives in school and all. im looking forward to that, right deb? you had a nice view of my 'hottie'. haha. you should be really honoured! heather is still and will always be my bestfriend though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-3400426851412657897?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/3400426851412657897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=3400426851412657897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3400426851412657897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/3400426851412657897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-192226071297473000</id><published>2007-02-13T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:29:23.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yay yay for it's valentine's day tomorrow! haha. i've got cheapo presents for everyone but now the world seems cold to me. it sucks. i FEEL [not think(pure lit girls should know this 'pun'] really annoyed and somewhat pissed off. everyone's bloody keeping everything from me, like, wth! im annoyed with you, you, you AND you! come on.. where's the sincerity? fuck lah. you keep quiet and expect me to tell you guys EVERYTHING??! screw off man. dipshits. valentine's day will suck for you arses tomorrow. just go. keep everything to yourselves, dont share it with sher k? let sher be the dumbfuck who spills all her useless secrets to her 'friends' whom she trust soooo much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-192226071297473000?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/192226071297473000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=192226071297473000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/192226071297473000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/192226071297473000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-tomorrow.html' title='valentine&apos;s day tomorrow'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-7577921430344070930</id><published>2007-02-12T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:29:33.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>davidoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i totally love davidoff, cool water perfume! i think its really nice! =) not that it turns me on or anything of that sort but i like it alot and my dad has a bottle! haha. a NEW, UNUSED by anyone else unlike someone's whose bottle is almost finished and brother keeps stealing sprays from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there! happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-7577921430344070930?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/7577921430344070930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=7577921430344070930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/7577921430344070930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/7577921430344070930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/davidoff.html' title='davidoff'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-2491629663337383348</id><published>2007-02-11T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:10:09.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dammit</title><content type='html'>i am friggin pissed coz i took ssooooooo damn long to get this new skin done(wait, its not even properly done. the end of the stupid tagboard is screwed. ANY KIND SOUL OUT IN THAT STINKING SELFISH WORLD WILLING TO HELP MY GET THIS OVER AND DONE WITH??!) after going through the trouble of trying for 2 previous ones. dammit. im pissed. i hate changing new skins and the 'links' makes it even worse. i wanted to get rid of all the links so it wont be so troublesome but its for the convenience of you suckers who thinks/knows that i have your friend's blog add on mine and decides to pass by without leaving a tag to thank me for not deleting your friend's url off my blog. urgh. im talking rubbish. i have my dinner in front of me but i dont have the mood to eat. im trying to limit my posts to shorter, straight to the point ones. cant stand being at the computer with my parents getting ready to strangle me for taking 'too long'. geez. whats with the world? or maybe its just me coz now, i find math fun and i think its one of the easiest subjects to score but im not doing any revision for my e math test tomorrow. (yes, i take both e and a math) the weather today seriously sucks and i kinda agree with derek that i cant stop complaining about every single thing. this post is totally confusing coz i dont bother typing it properly. read it and get confused all you want. i aint stopping you. and by the way, those from 3e, sher has a new enemy. sadly its one of the 'atomic' bombs from our class. yes, its HER. well, too bad for her. she totally chose the wrong person to be enemies with. loser. okay, im going to have my dinner now coz im getting really hungry and im going for a surgery on the 29th of may. pray for me man. dont worry, its only a minor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-2491629663337383348?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/2491629663337383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=2491629663337383348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2491629663337383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/2491629663337383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2007/02/dammit.html' title='dammit'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116645461812052984</id><published>2006-12-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:10:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that phrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116645461812052984?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116645461812052984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116645461812052984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116645461812052984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116645461812052984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-phrase.html' title='that phrase'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116645139613954252</id><published>2006-12-18T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:16:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha. i totally forgot to post this but it is a must! i dont think you'll actually get me but its to remind me of the many things that made me laugh. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh, and aaron, if you're reading this, answer this question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was kinda embarrassed but most of the time i couldnt stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i went for 10.45 mass on sunday and it ended at 12? my bro and i joined sean, pat, jeev and aaron for awhile. we just sat and drank coffee! haha (sounds so grown up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;actually, I was that one who bought a cup first, was feeling really tired so i needed a boost for my ballet later on. everyone started taking sips when i left the cup on the table, not that i mind or anything but yeah, its just hilarious. then i went to get another cup (its only 5o cents per cup). and i barely drank half the cup. so i bought another cup. in total i bought... 5 cups? or is it 4? haha. it was more of me paying and them taking long sips. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh, and they were thinking of going for ballet with me to watch me dance? i was like, HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha. they wanted me to join them for LAN but i couldnt, sorry suckers. haha. they were deciding whether to go for LAN first then go watch the skate comp after but then pat's sis told him that he had to go home early for some dinner and all so the plan did not work. *pfft*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we sat at the canteen till like, 12.15 i think? (i was supposedly late for my ballet class but i was too exhausted to bother and i knew my teacher will be later than me. she also had to attend mass and all so yeah) we walked to the circus (its spelt circus, not circle. i dont know why.) coz we missed the 317 and i 'stole' aaron's umbrella coz it was drizzling quite heavily and i totally couldnt-and didnt want to-get wet. haha. so i took it and annoying sean and co. were teasing when we shared it at first. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway, we took 8 mins to walk to the circus. haha. and we took... 4 minutes to flag a cab for me so i wont be THAT late for class. haha, smart eh? late, but not THAT late. and at least i made an effort! =p oh, and if you were wondering, my teacher reached there like, 10 minutes before me so yeah. i actually had to rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went to class, got ready aand everything and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay, heres tha climax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THE WHOLE GROUP OF THEM (SEAN, AARON, JEEV, PAT AND MY BRO) WERE NOT KIDDING WHEN THAY SAID THEY WERE COMING TO WATCH ME DANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was dancing halfway when i regconised sean's t-shirt and i quickly hid behind my friend! haha. i was like, WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE MAN?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ms shanti(my teacher) was just... fascinated. haha. she asked me, 'you brought your friends along? haha.' and she was totally teasing me about them. i couldnt dance properly. they were all at the corner, standing there, looking at us through the reflection. i was laughing so hard coz ms shanti said some funny stuff and all. i wasnt paying attention and i got a scolding. =( haha. not actually a proper scolding but she just told me to concentrate or else she'll go out and scold my friends for distracting me OR she'll ask them to come in. i screamed, 'NNNNOOOOOO!!!!' haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i asked her to bring down the blinds so i could ignore their stupid annoying stares. haha. and aaron thought that it was ms shanti's idea to bring it down and he called he a *****. then i told him that it was MY idea and asked him to shutup. stupid loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the guys were 'dancing' and all outside. we were all inside laughing at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay, thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116645139613954252?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116645139613954252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116645139613954252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116645139613954252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116645139613954252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/ballet_18.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116541632366909168</id><published>2006-12-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:30:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa/chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha. my skin is somewhat this colour after the outing at sentosa yesterday. and now, my shoulders hurt like mad coz its burnt. yay. haha. i applied hell lot of aloe vera and i hope its working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just came back fro ballet and it was... tiring? heh. its my last class for this year and its starting... when my friend reminds me? haha. i dont have the letter coz i didnt attend ballet yestrday. im kinda stoned now coz im really very exhausted. not from ballet but coz the whole of this week, i've been moving around alot and not getting sufficient rest. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i had training on monday afternoon, then again on tuesday morning. the badminton chalet started at 6 plus on tuesday evening. before that, the sec 2s went to get the stuff and food needed for the barbeque. it was raining and ms tan encouraged us not to have the bbq that night but in the end we just carried on with it. haha. we decided to have it coz the main reason the alumni were coming is for the bbq. we bbqed from i think 7 plus till the next morning.. at 4 plus?? haha! we were not supposed to do that but who cares? of course we didnt bbq all the way, we stopped at 12+ and then decided to bbq again at 2+. and the best part was, we used the pit for one more day without paying for it! HAHA. and i feel more bonded with some of the team members and the sec3s. thats the other purpose of the chalet right? haha. well, im in the mood for another chalet and staying up till way past my bed time and spending time doing spastic stuff with everyone. but i guess its kinda too late and expensive to hold a third one. haha. we went to escape(sigh...) then fung and i went to wild wild wet. we had a really great time there! it was really fun! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh! and i got another eye candy! *SHRILLS!* hes, oh-my-goodness cute and nerdy at the same time and HE HAS SIX-PACKS! AHH!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh my gosh. hes tall, slightly tan, and (heh) of course good looking, to me. haha. and i just realised that i prefer guys with specs. =p not the erm... common?? kind, but those black frames and all. though A FEW of them look nice with those frameless kinds. im not exactly very good at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;explaining but heck. and cute smiles are very appealing to me! ahh! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ignore the spasticness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sentosa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was fun. well, i had fun. =) although we were left hanging withh nothing to do when we just arrived. haha. WE SHOULD'VE MADE OUR WAY THERE EARLIER SO THAT WE CAN GET AS TAN AS POP'S! POP'S COLOUR IS SO NICE!! GRR... but then again, we are not suffering as much as pop coz pop is more burnt and its obvious that it really hurts. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh! and i saw ANOTHER eye candy but kor says hes too old gor me, like, wth, its EYE CANDY. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;n was SUPER active. she played volleyball almost the whole day and then when swimming with me after that. i had a nice long conversation with her while swimming. she sorta told me the gist of the movie, the host and now i feel like watching it. its about some sea monster os something. haha. oh, we were so absorbed into the conversation, while resting inside the water, we didnt even realise that pop and korr were sitting at the beach... i tink they were looking for us? heh. i got a shock when i turned and saw the both of them sitting there. haha. lynn is really friendly and shes hilarious. haha. her reaction towards certain stuff is really funny! i couldnt stop laughing at her! oh boy.. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;before that, i was sun tanning with korr while the rest were playing some game (or was it just cheering) in the water. hahaha. i dont think they could even get the game started coz everyone was having their own conversations and all. lol. and now, i have an uneven tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;korr is still really fair although we spent the same amount of time tanning. haha, guess he got the 'white genes'.. =p lol. im just kidding. dont get mad. haha. guess you're gonna start swimming alot and all to get yourself darker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and who's that with those two freshies eh? talk, talk, talk... didnt even join us. haha. aiyah, go have a nice conversation with them and forget about us. =p haha. you didnt even get a proper tan and you said you got tanner, like, sheesh! haha. funny ah you? you're still the same colour to me, no change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pops, you better apply MORE aloe vera if you dont wanna suffer from those burns. haha. i really like your colour though. no fair. you went there much earlier! haha. do take care of your back and thanks for sacrificing your back! luckily there wasnt a major oil spill! x) haha. or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i met some... new-strange-friends too. hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eugene? i think hes a freshie.yeah. TOTALLY friendly. yea. he came right up, said hello to everyone of us and even asked kor to help him apply some sun tanning oil on him, like, what in the world?? haha. total weirdness. he kept saying hi and all and he even told korr that he has a great sister and all!!! woohoo!! well, thank you very much for that compliment. you just boost my ego. haha! whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and another character, *** ***. we all know her by the term, hm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHA. oh by golly, that emo momo teen really has to do some good ol' soul searching. haha! and i think using gas is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;really faster than a shaver, dont you all think so? haha. ok, i shant be mean, but shes really very poor thing although she scared someone off. sigh. poor kid. she shouldnt 'chiong' THAT fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ven I think its scary, first time seeing someone so... yea. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the third character, **e*. although i didnt actually have a proper conversation with that person, i still think the person is really weird. i mean, do you have to keep asking that question and going against it? come on, we're really siblings. so what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if im not, you're gonna try some moves on me? well,screw of stranger, i dont talk to c-hongsters.geez. should've allowed lynn to give him what he deserves right into his face, annoying rich person. urgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay. im kinda bored of blogging already so im gonna go soon. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh, AND IM SUPER PISSED COZ I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO TIME TO GET GIFTS FOR EVERYONE A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ND THEY'VE GOT GIFTS FOR ME AND I'LL FEEL VERY VERY BAD AND I DONT LIKE THAT COZ CHRISTMAS IS MEANT TO BE JOYFUL AND HAPPY AND I DONT WANNA BE SAD THAT I DIDNT GET MY GOOD FRIENDS GIFTS COZ I'VE ALREADY SET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY GOAL AND IT SUCKS TO NOT ACHIEVE MY GOAL. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gosh, i cant stand it when training takes up most of my free time and during my free time, i cant go out coz i've been out too much (MY ARSE!) and thus i have to stay at home, wasting precious shopping time. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH!!! IT TOTALLY STINKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok, im done here.goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;merry christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;God bless &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus loves you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116541632366909168?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116541632366909168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116541632366909168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116541632366909168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116541632366909168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/sentosachalet.html' title='sentosa/chalet'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116541625916184701</id><published>2006-12-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:44:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch at tampines mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is like, one of the first few times where i had a meal at seoul garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yep. today, at tampines mall. with my mum, sibling and aunt. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was nice. get to spend quality time with them. haha. we all enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and its the first time i wore heels! haha. it was painful.. very painful. i had 2 blisters for walking from the carpark to seoul garden which was on the last floor? of tampines mall. at first it was okay, then slowly it bacame hell. haha. my mum and aunt were like, teasing me and all. my mum said something like to eat the shoe before it eats you? ah, whatever. she was the one who persuaded me to wear heels and all! i just gave in, didnt actually bother to argue and all. im tired of it. hahaa. after lunch, my aunt bought my lil sis and i some medicure set. heh. its kinda cool but i doubt i'll be the one hogging it. my sis LOVES those kinda stuff. bought some bread from breadtalk. it was raining and all, i like the rain today. haha. maybe coz its kinda humid today, but its still humid now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;southpark totally rocks! its bloddy hilarious. was watching southpark episodes from the time we came back till... now? haha. it takes a really long time to load so yeah. youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/709894/my%20pictures%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/320/445529/my%20pictures%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is kenny. hes the shy character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/465066/imagesCAMVHTUH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/320/149023/imagesCAMVHTUH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that is kyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/592658/imagesCA54D3VS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/320/610144/imagesCA54D3VS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;from left: stan, kenny, kyle, cartman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/70679/imagesCA9Y96Z7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/320/97478/imagesCA9Y96Z7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/296027/my%20pictures%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/320/633192/my%20pictures%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;starwars, the southpark version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/67513/my%20pictures%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/214842/my%20pictures%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i like the rain today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/994689/my%20pictures%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/274421/my%20pictures%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the color institute, the medicure set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/406287/my%20pictures%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/577897/my%20pictures%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my sister's new hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/944416/my%20pictures%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/911093/my%20pictures%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/733258/my%20pictures%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/827430/my%20pictures%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;those killer heels. but i totally love em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116541625916184701?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116541625916184701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116541625916184701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116541625916184701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116541625916184701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/lunch-at-tampines-mall.html' title='lunch at tampines mall'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116533500313179423</id><published>2006-12-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:13:16.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with fung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i went shopping with fung today! haha. it was fun and nice! =)) haha. met her at.. around 4 plus at the bus-stop just downstairs of my aunt's house. she waited for.. 15 mins? 20 mins? i couldnt contact her coz she lost her phone during the standard chartered marathon thingy so yup. she had to wait. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;from there, we traveled to hougang sports hall to pass the rest some Portuguese egg tart fung bought from macaw. it was pouring like mad and we had to run in the rain! we got really wet. haha.. oh! and while i was running across the road, my sandal came out! we were laughing like mad! it came out a total of... i think 4 or 5 times today! so hilarious. and if you're wondering if i felt embarrassed, nope, i didnt. we enjoyed laughing so much till i nearly teared. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and i totally love fung's pumps!! it totally nice and super easy to match! haha. fung looked really nice today. i couldnt even recognize when she was waiting at the bus stop earlier! yup. great job fung. i love her bag too! i like the colour and the style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anyway, from hougang, we took a cab to cineleisure. wanted to catch a movie but then we decided not to coz the timings were... weird? so we had to run in the rain again to taka. now this time, fung got really drenched and almost my whole hoodie was soaking! it was... disgusting. i hate getting wet when im out in town especially when im not wearing shoes and i dressed up nicely. grr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i bought tori-q and i shared it with her. we had pepper lunch for dinner, ironic, then walked around for a while, went to art friend to get some christmas presents decor, i got 2 of those box organised kinda box, she got some wooden teddy bear stuff. oh! and smart ol' fung broke her heel while trying to step off the escalator without losing her balance! hahaha. hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she didnt even know that part of it broke off till we were walking around on the 2nd floor. so we went all the way back to the 5th floor to find the missing piece. she found it near the end of the escalator, made sure no one was looking and quickly picked it up. she was kinda sad and all but the best part was that it could be fixed back!! that small part of her heel was detachable!! HAHA! we were laughing out arse off when she was fixing it back on the escalator! it was so darn funny! we didnt expect her heel to be so... super! haha. we were laughing so much, thats why we had so much fun! see? laughing is good. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;heh heh.. and i saw another item which i've added to my christmas list! i saw this accessory holder and its simply adorable. okay wait, not adorable, but seriously super nice, maybe not to you guys, but who cares? haha. its like a figure of a barbie doll or somewhat of that sort. yep, you'll get to see it later on. i need accessory holders, especially for earrings. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and i bought a pair of shades from esprit! i love it so much! the actual price is 119 but i got it for 83.3! cool eh? hahaha. it was on a 30% discount and i managed to snag the last pair! oh joy! haha. im happy. =D and im gonna put it to good use by going to sentosa with fung tomorrow! haha. im really enjoying the holidays mann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/717930/my%20pictures%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/471689/my%20pictures%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where we had our lunch! luckily we went earlier or we will be stuck in the loong queue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/788/my%20pictures%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/864078/my%20pictures%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the necklace fung gave me. she also gave me a pair of guess? jeans! thanks fung! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/843965/my%20pictures%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guess which is mine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/204675/my%20pictures%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/549403/my%20pictures%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see that small lil part? its DETACHABLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/641689/my%20pictures%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/328693/my%20pictures%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/995067/my%20pictures%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;those are the accessory holders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/285580/my%20pictures%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/813874/my%20pictures%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;clothing for lil kiddos at topshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/607785/my%20pictures%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/444481/my%20pictures%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;notebook haven at topshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/169247/my%20pictures%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/955432/my%20pictures%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;these hairbands like totally rock! i love the colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/503193/my%20pictures%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/777160/my%20pictures%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the shades i bought from esprit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/88627/my%20pictures%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/183026/my%20pictures%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;remember the puffy hair? heh heh. boy, we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/375518/my%20pictures%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/409136/my%20pictures%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;check it out! it has my braces markings on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/545812/my%20pictures%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/865298/my%20pictures%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/321323/my%20pictures%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the cookies i made at my aunt's house.. mmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/560352/my%20pictures%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/37726/my%20pictures%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/896374/my%20pictures%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/672866/my%20pictures%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in the process, ones on the right belongs to charles.(younger couz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/801158/my%20pictures%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/930451/my%20pictures%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my cousin sorta screwed hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/397876/my%20pictures%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/667609/my%20pictures%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'and with a tear in my eye, give me the sweetest goodbye' by maroon 5, drew it while listening to my ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/1600/818270/my%20pictures%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/474/2471/200/664249/my%20pictures%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;another one produced by boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116533500313179423?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116533500313179423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116533500313179423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116533500313179423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116533500313179423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/outing-with-fung.html' title='outing with fung'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116514769021743599</id><published>2006-12-03T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:08:18.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay.. this post is gonna be really confusing. and rather 'emo' and all, thats what some will think. thats why the fonts are grey in colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(fyi: i choose the colour of my fonts according to my mood and how i feel.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're giving me a really really really hard time. as in, WAY harder than ANY of those crazy uncontrollable stomachaches i've had. yep. and i think you know it but you're just not satisfied? why? what exactly have i done to you for you to make me suffer like this? wait, are you trying to tell me this is how much you've suffered? is this how much pain i've caused you? tell me if it is and i'll accept it gracefully. or else i'll be totally clueless. and you know how much i dislike being clueless. you know it. i've told you everything but you're holding everything back. do you really want to see me in a really sorry state? oh wait. you're a sadist. but im one too. and it kills for me to do to you what you've done to me. is it jealousy? i really feel like walking out of all this shit. but you're holding the biggest part of it. i cant let go. you're not done with me, are you? please just cut me off. dont make me do it. you know exactly how i feel but you're ignoring it. you know that i want you to react but you're sitting there staring and thinking about that something which i want you to stop thinking about. stop it. i wont do anthing stupid, maybe. i trusted you. you broke that trust. im trying to bring it back, you've blocked me out. its like a disease. eating me inside. im gonna be worst than sick. i pray that you'll let me off, tell me how you feel. so that i can let go. dont leave me hanging, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116514769021743599?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116514769021743599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116514769021743599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116514769021743599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116514769021743599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116499558863753414</id><published>2006-12-02T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:53:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haha! i just read my horoscope online! (i am THAT bored so yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fyi, im a capricorn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Capricorn (Goat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Born December 22 - January 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cruel, cold and heartless, the Capricorn has all the warmth of an iceberg in January. He (she) is a tyrant at work and an inquisitor at home.&lt;br /&gt;A Capricorn sees picking on others as one of the major reasons for his existence. He (she) will get worked up over minor infractions, and is completely devoid of sense of humor. It is not uncommon for a Capricorn to be abusive towards his (her) significant other, be it a spouse or a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Capricorns will back down only if faced with a threat of physical force, or intence psychological pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually primitive, lacking any semblance of imagination, he (she) is nevertheless vengeful to the extreme - the word "forgiveness" is not in his (her) vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Capricorns posess the rare combination of delusions of greatness and low self esteem - all with minimal mental capacity. This is why so many are found among upper and middle management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yup, you've read it. sounds mean and scary though. haha. but no worries, the word forgiveness IS in my dictionary and i dont hold grudges although i have a temper and may be, okay, am rather impatient at times,grr, most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116499558863753414?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116499558863753414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116499558863753414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116499558863753414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116499558863753414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-horoscope.html' title='my horoscope'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116499051459838883</id><published>2006-12-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:41:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about my blog's skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh my goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love my blog's skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that gown is GORGEOUS! like, seriously.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i totally love the long end and the flow of the gown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gosh.. its heavenly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;heh heh. my wedding gown shall be somewhat like that! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im just psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is my first time ever saying this but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today's training was really good, I ENJOYED IT, and time passed really fast.. yeah. i was good. good and exhausting. and i like it that way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;marcella really did a good job as our 'coach' for today coz coach suddenly couldnt make it so we were coachless. she split us up into 2 groups, groups A and B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;group A:shamin(captain)/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;michelle/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ferlycia/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;elaine/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;si hui /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shamini/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;irene /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sherilyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;group B: choi ling(captain)/ victoria/ yue min/ yvonne / kimberley / joey/ lisa / jochebed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the two groups were supposed to play 3 singles and doubles match. it was somewhat a competition between us and the team which lost had to do some punishment(it was a fake). we were required to cheer for our teams and do umpiring and all. and guess what, GROUP A WON!! woohoo. it was so fun but some of us got pissed coz they lost their match... but whatever. it was a tie so marcella asked for 1 single and double team to play against each other, deciding match? yea. and for both matches, group A won! haha. are we good or what? lol. almost everyone had fun. although coach isnt around, everyone cooperated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. shows that marcella is a good captain and that we're a great team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;took a cab to novena for dinner after training. my aunt was rushing me like mad man! she called me 6 times but they were all missed calls. i couldnt pick up the phone coz i was at school and i didnt want to get my arse fried. the dinner was to send off my relatives, who came for a week, from australia.thay stayed at my house for two days but i didnt actually communicate much with them coz i was...glued to the computer playing sims 2? haha! that game is addictive! gosh. i've been playing it from 4 plus in the afternoon till... 2 the next morning? not very healthy and i think i've contracted an eye flu. my left eye keeps itching and theres this skin inflammation around that area. gross.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im digressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;back to the dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dinner was nice. ate at hong kong street family restaurant.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the food there is good. i ate alot! i was super hungry! i didnt have anything for lunch coz training was at 1.30 and i woke up at 12. hahahaha. slept at 4 this morning. i seriously think im suffering from insomnia. or maybe im a wise ol owl in my past life or something. not that i believe in all those past life kinda stuff. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyway, i've gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im staying over at my aunt's house, again, and im gonna look for food. stomachs making noise. sheesh(my new fad word! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY BLOG'S SKIN ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i dont like the alignment. anybody care to help? drop a word at my tagboard. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116499051459838883?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116499051459838883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116499051459838883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116499051459838883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116499051459838883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/about-my-blogs-skin.html' title='about my blog&apos;s skin'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-116490900752862985</id><published>2006-12-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:53:21.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you ready for this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOO-OKAY!! IM BACK! UH-HUH! SHERS BACK! YEAH! YEAH! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im a lil nutty right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;come on.. its.. 12.22 am.. okay wait. i was gone for awhile and now im back at 12.40. yup. had to go clean up my dog's(benji) mess coz my mum came home and told me to go help ckean and all. i've got a new dog, to those of you who dont know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its: 3 months old. rather fat. cant run straight coz its too fat. it has to bite on a slipper to move around. uh.. its troublesome. keeping a pet is troublesome. like keeping benji. but i still love benji. :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aww.. so sweet.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the reason why my blog is covered with algae and moss so much so that even my tagboard went stale and stupid flooble cancelled my chatterbox and now i've got to make a new one. ANNOYING. why cant someone who really have nothing to do come visit my blog and drop a tag- wishing that a new fresh interesting juicy updated post will magically pop up from no where -so that my tagboard wont get cancelled and i dont have to go through the trouble of signing up for a new one? geez.. oh, the reasons: 1)too lazy 2)very busy(with what? i dunno either) 3) no inspiration 4) i totally forgot that i have a blog till SOMEONE asked me to update. (no wait, forced. yeah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im hungry. and im taking reeaally looong to be done with this post coz im eating some noodles my aunt cooked for me. im seriously taking my own sweet time. haha. taking my own sweet time is really fun and nice coz i dont like rushing through stuff or being rushed to do something quickly. its bloody annoying. as in seriously. i have to write alot to compensate for the time i've been away. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;today: i met angeline at plaza and we went for lunch at BILLY BOMBERS!! at the cathay. the food there is good. i had sirloin steak and angeline had bomber's bolognaise. we both had shakes, coffee and strawberry. i enjoyed the lunch with her. it was nice and we talked about alot of stuff. i.e. boys, food, our plans for the remaining 1 month of holiday, school(i have not bought my books yet, she told me loads are unavailable at this time, do i care?), her boyfriends *rolls eyes*, my crushes on stars, her love for ice-skating, etc. angeline is a TOTAL ice-skating fanatic. she took up ice-skating lessons and she skates 3 times a week! the ring is at jurong, she stays at sengkang. how insane can she get? sheesh. the ring is bloody small and its so boring. you can only go roung in circles, like, wth.. no fun. cant bully lil kiddos. HAHA! im just kidding. i aint that mean. anyway, i encourage you to join all those competitions. i'll go support you. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when im free and not lazy! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;watched happy feet AND open season with ryn today. haha. it was really cute and hilarious! but unfortunately we missed 45 mins of happy feet coz ryn was so darn late! he made me wait SO LONG till i was SUPER PISSED. i nearly wanted to leave AND make him pay for both our tickets. first, we arranged to meet at 2.30, at plaza then it dragged to 3.30, then to 4.20 and i finally met him at 5.25! the movie started at 4.40. he took a cab from gawd knows where to plaza. he thought he went to the wrong place and went ALL THE WAY to cathay cineleisure. he walked back halfway and went back to heeren AGAIN. i was like ,' WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THERE???!!! I TOLD YOU IM AT CATHAY! NOT CATHAY CINELEISURE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO GET HERE AND HOW THIS BLOODY FRIGGIN BUILDING LOOKS LIKE??!!! I WAITED SO LONG AND THE MOVIE ALREADY STARTED! AGAIN, ITS NOT CATHAY CINELEISURE, ITS THE CATHAY. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT??!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE HERE BEFORE I GET TOO PISSED TO EVEN WATCH THE MOVIE AND IF YOU'RE LUCKY, I MIGHT STILL BE WAITING!!!!!!!' hahahahaha. come on, its the FIRST time a guy made me wait THAT long for him and it was really testing my patience. he could still PROMISE AND ASSURE me that he will NOT be late. SHEESH! anyway, happy feet was really hilarious and the ending was really touching. open season.. as really nice too. go watch it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im not gonna activate my chatterbox yet coz its too late and i've got bloody training tomorrow. wait, i've got a fun training ahead of me and i will enjoy it. gotta change my perception and all. what i've learned in p3. gotta put it to good use. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and YOU! reading my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i've FINALLY updated my blog so you can spend your time reading this pointless thing. YOU SATISFIED NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kidding. its got substance so you better enjoy it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have fun camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nitey nite doobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im still eating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;like i said... taking my own sweet time.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-116490900752862985?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/116490900752862985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=116490900752862985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116490900752862985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/116490900752862985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-ready-for-this.html' title='are you ready for this?'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115771668919536846</id><published>2006-09-08T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:58:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tiredness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im always feeling  so tired! and sleepy and lazy.. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wanna sleep but i cant coz im going out for dinner, soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont know. we're like all, waiting for each other? haha. my mum is asking me to ask my aunt when she wants to go for dinner, my uncle is asking my dad.. oh boy. this is so unplanned and frustrating. *gah* and i seriously hate it when my mum starts shouting! it makes me feel so annoyed and.. crappy? sheesh.. and my younger sister can really be a pain in the arse! i mean, we all know that shes still considered young and all and that shes rather curious and tends to be really enthu in helping out around the house.. but sometimes it really gets on our(my bro and i) nerves.. okay okay, i shant complain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmm.. oh yeah! its rafael's birthday today! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope you're feeling better since you got injured and all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it really sucks, i know how you feel, went through that once before so yeah!haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, cheer up alright? coz you're 14 today! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God bless!! have a speedy recovery! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cheers! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yeaterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;after our guitar course, fung and i headed to plaza sing for my haircut!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha. i really like it! its really convenient and i dont have to bother about my fringe all the time anymore! haha. coolness. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fung had to leave for her dinner with her mum (aww, so motherly-daughtly quality time together! haha) so my two very great friends and i headed to ben and jerry's! i had my favourite, STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE ICE-CREAM WITH WAFFLE!! WOOHOO! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from ps, we walked to suntec and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had dinner at kfc, then went to meet another great friend at.. the esplanade! haha. we accompanied that friend to dinner and boy, he eats really fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;after his dinner, we walked along the asplanade.. wanted to sit somewhere along there but it was kinda crowded and all so yeah, we went somewhere else instead.. we walked quite alot.. we were walking for like almost 20 minutes? we couldnt find a nice, windy, couple-free place. lol then we FIANLLY settled next to the merlion and it was there! where we enjoyed the wind and scenery haha. really wanna go back there again! when you people are free, can we go back there again? please.. i love it when its windy! everythings so calm and peaceful.. stress-free especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh yeah, and the two of us were acting like lil kiddos! haha. well, it was you who started poking me! i was jus protecting myself! haha.. nah, just kidding. there was this lil girl, shes SOO chubby and cute! i really felt like pinching her cheeks and hugging her to bits! haha. oh my gosh.. it was written all over her cheeks "seriously, PINCH ME!!" haha. bet you'll have the urge to coz all of us were so drawn to her cuteness and innocence. we all left at arond, 10.30? yeah.. they accompanied me home. thats really nice of you all! THANKS ALOT! really appreciate it! *hugs* i didnt expect you all to get off and walk me like, almost to my doorstep. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh and heather, please dont stress yourself alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont fall sick and all. dont study if you feel really tensed. you can call me anytime you want alright? haha. dont worry, im always here for you bestfriend!! =) haha. i'll pray for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the same goes for you too, kay! haha. dont stress yourself out too much and if you need somone to talk to, im always here! =) dont worry about bothering me whatsoever. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, i really should start studying but i dont have the motivation to! grr.. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my holiday homework are still left untouched! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115771668919536846?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115771668919536846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115771668919536846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115771668919536846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115771668919536846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/09/tiredness.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115677443050995816</id><published>2006-08-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:13:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new url</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i am so sorry people! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new blog url is&lt;br /&gt;PHYATSPLATSHEROCKS&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to change my url due to unforseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;will tell you guys if you wanna know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. im like, procrastinating now.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to do my literature and english homework but im rather lazy and i dont really have the mood to. haha..&lt;br /&gt;okay... excuses again. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;everything is okay..&lt;br /&gt;smooth flowing, no hard feelings.. yadda yadda..&lt;br /&gt;had p3 earlier on. it was not bad. the thing that rocked was there were no teachers! we were like, yes! woohoo! free of their naggings whatsoever. the only 'adult' there was jacq. which is great. had sharings and all. choi and vic were really brave! keep it up. haha. we cried and we laughed. it was quite refreshing to stop, look, feel, think, listen for the time being. to get away from all those activities and to settle down and reflect. to have time for ourselves and to look for areas for improvement and all.. real good. oh yeah, you guys should go listen to one of michael buble's song, 'home'. i really liked the lyrics. its really meaningful. and while you're listening to it, reflect upon yourself and the stuff you did. what have you done to hurt or cheer the people around you and all those kinda stuff.. you'll cry. really.  haha. oh, and another song from the 'cars' soundtrack, uh.. if my memory serves me well i think its, 'find yourself', track number 8. we saw the photos that were taken last year and all.. there was some commentary by jacq.. we laughed at our candid shots.. i really like that particular photo where we were at xinmin sec, before the match against ang mo kio or xinmin, cant remember, the look on our faces can really show how much of determination we had, how focuse we were.. when we were doing some cheer. haha.. okay.. enough of what happened during p3. cant reveal too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. im bored. haha. i think im gonna have an early night today sinced i slept kinda late last night and i had to force myself to last through the whole of today with 3 periods of math and science, double periods of geog, 1 of home econ, physics make-up lessons from 2 till 3 and p3 from 3 till 5 plus. so yeah.. the reason why i didnt fall asleep during p3 was coz i slept during math today! haha for 1 period i think.. and i missed out quite abit. crap.. but i wasnt feeling well so yeah, im sorta excused for sleeping in math *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is really obsessed with dota ever since his friend helped him get the software and all.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is obsessed with neopets, like, what in the world!! but shes only 9 so its okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should help them cut down the amount of time they spend in front of the computer coz my brother's exams are in a month time and hes STILL playing and slacking his arse off.&lt;br /&gt;so i should set a good example by being more discipline and start revising my work for my exams, which is also in a month time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.. its taxing being the eldest child in the family.&lt;br /&gt;well, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115677443050995816?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115677443050995816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115677443050995816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115677443050995816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115677443050995816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-url.html' title='my new url'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115656167694916734</id><published>2006-08-26T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:07:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;what in the world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my computer had gone from friggin slow to super duper friggin slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;anyway.. its been quite awhile since i last blogged. haha. im just really busy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and a tad lazy i guess =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh my goodness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i just remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;MY EXAMS ARE IN LIKE, A MONTH TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and i have not start studying yet and im too lazy!! urgh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;come on sherilyn.. get your butt off the chair!! im trying to motivate myself. haha. oh man.. the stress is getting to me.. and i cant let that happen or else i wont get my butt off the chair and i'll be too stressed and mentally drained to absorb anything.. crap. and that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ahhh!! EXAMS IN A MONTH TIME!!! OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nowadays, im like, easily exhausted and theres this heavy load on me or something. i keep sighing and i have no appetite. no mood to do anything. no interest in what in doing.. yadda yadda. maybe thats why i cant study properly.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nonononono.. im making excuses again!! nono.. i can study, i can study!! studying is fun! studying is good!! crap.. this is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i have loads to catch up on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;tuition stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;badminton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh boy.. im getting stressed up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i have ballet later but i dont feel like going coz i dont have the mood-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;now theres something wrong with the fonts. i cant change them back to normal size. sheesh. okay.. i'll just stick with this. haha. sigh sigh sigh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;yeah, so after ballet im gonna study with my friends at changi airport! woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;its like my first time studying there. but the thing is.. its really far and the journey there will be loong.. and i dont like sitting on the train for a long time alone. haha. i'll get bored and eventually i'll fall asleep. which is not really good coz when i get up, i wont wanna study coz i'll get lazy, again. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;anyway.. i gotta go. ballet!! woohoo.. -gotta psyche myself up =)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;okay. happy now grandpere? haha. something for you to read. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115656167694916734?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115579244312512714</id><published>2006-08-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:27:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so, no school for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im so bored at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im going to the doctor's after my dad is done with his lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a list of stuff i can do after going to the doc's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. math homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. math supplementary homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. lit homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. home econs course work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. chinese tuition homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ARGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its all work, work, work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i have like, so much homework! i dont feel like doing any but its due on friday. which is tomorrow. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i guess i dont really have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dread going to the doctor's because i'll have more medicine to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dont like eating medicine coz i have to take note of the timings and all those kinda crap stuff and due to my lousy memory, i always forget the timings and i dont eat my medicine regularly which is bad and then i'll receive MORE medicine and it goes on and on like a never ending cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sheesh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the weather is so humid! and i feel like staying in an air-con room for the rest of the day. haha. but then i'll freeze coz im still having fever. weird right? im feeling cold coz of my fever yet i can still feel the humidity of today's weather. haha. sounds funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i think my dad is gonna be done with his lunch(hey! it sorta rhymes.haha) so i better go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my dad is sick too.. poor daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115579244312512714?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115579244312512714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115579244312512714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#993300;"&gt;i dislike getting fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my body will start to ache and i cant do anything right coz my head will be pounding like mad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my parents and brother are at ikea and they left my sis and i alone at home!! like, what in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;we were sleeping coz we were like, SUPER tired and i was not feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;had to leave tuition half way.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and i got scolded for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my mum scolded me for leaving tuition halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;she was like,'waste money ah you! leave halfway.. yadda yadda'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;all i said was,'if i continue to stay there, it would also have been a waste of money because i cant seem to  be able to cncentrate!' and then i left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i was kinda pissed.. but im okay now so yea, no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i feel like shit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my nose is like, blocked but not blocked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i dont exactly know how to explain ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but whenever i swallow my saliva or drink water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my throat will hurt and it seems like, whatever im consuming is going to come out of my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;it really hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and it really feellike shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i can neither eat nor drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im forcing myself to eat my dinner coz im super hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;veggie+duck(urgh! i dislike duck.)+rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;bad combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;imagine you're trying to eat and everything is forcing its way through your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gross..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115573149779421605?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115573149779421605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115573149779421605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115573149779421605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115573149779421605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/urgh-ive-got-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115555955745274259</id><published>2006-08-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:17:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate being so confused, pissed, annoyed, angry, drained, tired, weak, fragile at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and i really miss those times when we would laugh our asses off at little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and all those fun times we had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i sorry if i did anything wrong to hurt or offend you guys, i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you might say im lying my arse off and all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but im really being honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i really and sincerely hope that we can all be friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wanna make lame jokes and laugh at ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i want all those fun times back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115555955745274259?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115547297965137750</id><published>2006-08-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:19:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM IS KILLING ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM SO BORED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DARN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE REST ARE IN CHANGI AIRPORT HAVING &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; AND IM AT HOME STONING MY ARSE OFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHHH.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;UNFAIR-NESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SUPER DUPER BORED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND I DONT WANT TO DO MY HOMEWORK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115547297965137750?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115547249814991650</id><published>2006-08-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:34:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FAN JAY AH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FONG YUNG AH!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUNG HUA AH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115547249814991650?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115547249814991650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115547249814991650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115547249814991650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115547249814991650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115546728812295760</id><published>2006-08-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:53:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usa fireworks rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the fireworks display yesterday was AMAZING!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it was really really really nice and i really really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was really beautiful and there were loads of new kinds of fireworks which i've never come across before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there were curly fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;huge massive fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;small cute ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;really really bright ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ones which are able to stay on for quite some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some 'surprises' kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;different shapes and sizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ones that came out from the singapore river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;long, loud ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yadda yadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. although we were like, totally unprepared (we were panting coz we were rushing to get there in time) to catch the fireworks, it was the best one i've seen so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;luckily we decided to catch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;instead of going to somewhere else huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and its all thanks to fung hua and i! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after the fireworks, i was trying to guess which theme was it and that derek was like," usa lah of course! which other country would spend such a big amount of money on just this?" haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHATEVER LAH DEREK!!!lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yeah, by the way, sorry for keeping you guys waiting for sooo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;know you guys had a long and tiring camp and not enough rest whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.really sorry yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. next time we wont make you guys wait for so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh and derek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks for coming all the way to carrefour to find us and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha! without you, we would not be able to catch the fireworks in time and enjoy it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks to the rest for saving our space for us! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope you guys enjoyed it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want to go to the airport to study..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gggrrrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;unfair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115530565468591171</id><published>2006-08-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:14:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;national day was a blast! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its was so much fun! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;although we only like, did balloon sculpting and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha.. had fun giving em out and sculpting it! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bet you guys had fun too right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had to be more than 300m away from the staduim if we wanted to watch the fireworks and all so we like practically rushed outta there . haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;had dinner at the bridge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next to nicoll highway(did i get it right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;couldnt even eat properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people were like, walking past almost every second and the food was so stale! not nice at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didnt finish it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was kinda disappointed with the fireworks coz it was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok, wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it seemed shorter than the ones at the preview and it was not as breath-taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walked to suntec, had a meal at macs with everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sat and talked for awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;read two pages of that and felt really bad so i stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was really sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways. if you do need anyone to talk to whatsoever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you'll always have me and your other buddies, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont keep thinking about it, yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll pray for you though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheer up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from there, kay sent me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the way right to my doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didnt leave till i got in, turn on all tha lights and closed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was kinda surprised that my parents ain't home yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i was considered 'early'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. thanks kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats really nice of you. really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, and for the curves too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats what happened on national day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;day after national day, NO SCHOOL!! like, woo hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woke up at around 11 plus. was supposed to have tuition but my bro and i decided to cancle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to meet fung and our 'math tuitor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did our math homework together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey, we gotta thank our 'math tuitor'! haha! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you 'math tuitor'! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there was training but fung and i did not train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i injured my back, fung injured her wrist and knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha. so funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we just tried to help out and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh... yeah.. but SOMEONE ASSUMED that we were faking and all and gave us THAT kinda 'URGH' face, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, you dont really look nice you know? and whats more, you're doing more damage to whats already been done to your face. you always wanna look pretty right? so, why give that kinda face? you dont want the mirrors to smash in your face when you look into it right? sheesh.. we're telling you, keep that face to yourself.. you'll never know whats gonna happen if we see that one more time. we had enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you guys are at camp, we are BORED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored till we cant think of anything else better than indulging ourselves with chocolates and candies! haha. fung, enjoy your box of it! i'm enjoying mine at home! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fung and i have plans for tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heh heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115530565468591171?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115530565468591171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115530565468591171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115530565468591171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115530565468591171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-national-day.html' title='post national day'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115458799753655456</id><published>2006-08-03T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:53:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;okay.. its good that i dont have to go to school today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;not going to school when all my friends are at school, sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you have no one to talk to online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;no one to call to chat with, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the only people who accompanied me the whole of this morning are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;derek and kay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;thanks alot you guys, ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;or else i would have died of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;thanks alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;see you guys on saturday! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;at the esplanade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;dont forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;have fun in YOUR fun school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115458799753655456?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115458799753655456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115458799753655456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115458799753655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115458799753655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title='boo..'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115458647900176136</id><published>2006-08-03T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:27:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whoopee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i didnt go to school today coz of my back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;went to the doctor's instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;with my grandma! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shes so nice, thanks mama!(like she'll ever read this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha. but anyways, im grateful to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and the best thing is.. theres no school tomorrow either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tomorrow is the election day holiday thingy so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;might be going to sentosa with my friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i so wanna go, im not gonna bother bout my back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hope it gets well soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115458647900176136?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115458647900176136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115458647900176136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115458647900176136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115458647900176136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115452285152599251</id><published>2006-08-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:47:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh! i hate this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;having back injuried seriously sucks to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i pulled my back muscle during training, and now my back is like shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it hurts, it sucks, its painful ALL the time and i cannot take it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;let me relate to you what i went through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;monday, during training, was when it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we were doing high ball and i think i pulled it somewhere along.. after that we had to play against each other and i paired up with michelle. soon after, i felt a sharp pain whenever i bent down of stretched forwards, tols miss chis, rested for awhile.. yadda yadda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tuesday, after school i followed fung hua to the sinseh and he examined my back. now, this is the worst part, its where all the pain and whatsoever started rushing in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i layed on my stomach and he did some suction thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;somwhat like accupuncture but without the needles,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the pain was excruciating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it felt like as though someone was pinching me  and trying to tear my flesh off my back. all i could do was to bear with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it was so pain that i layed there and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;couldnt even get up after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;now, i have like, bruises all over my back, red-ish blue-black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i look like some hideous monster! theres like, lumps and all and patches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;real pain, real horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i cant bend down, walk fast, carry my schoolbag, lean back, lie down, twist my body, sneeze, raise my voice, raise my arms, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so, to everyone, please, PLEASE, take care of your backs coz they're really really important and you'll get hell if you injure it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115452285152599251?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-115451884769567952</id><published>2006-08-02T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:40:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yes adrian, i DO ACTUALLY blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not too often but yeah.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so now you wont have to stare at my once-used-to-be-stagnant blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to rafael:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nah, its okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;train hard yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;go out there and do your best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p.s. do you want me to link you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to yue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YES! I FINALLY LINKED YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHOOPEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see ya in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to anyone and everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you want me to link you, type your link on my tagboard along with your identity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but, i might not be able to link you asap, so be patient..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to heather:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HEATHER!! i've got sooo much to tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alot of good and bad stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see ya in church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;have fun in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to fung hua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eeehhhhhh.. i know your secret! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you can run but you cant hide!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyways, have fun getting to know the person more yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see ya in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;good luck with that wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hehe.hoho.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-115451884769567952?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/115451884769567952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=115451884769567952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115451884769567952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/115451884769567952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/08/to.html' title='to..'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114897054711192547</id><published>2006-05-30T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:25:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whoa.... its been a loong time since i last blogged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i honestly and completely forgot all about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorry to those who have beeen visiting and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YAY! I'VE GOT A NEW SKIN! I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA, SOMEONE HELPED ME OUT ABIT SO I WANNA THANK HIM TOO!! HAHA.(HEATHER YOU KNOW WHO IS IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OKAY, NITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114897054711192547?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114897054711192547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114897054711192547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114897054711192547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114897054711192547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time.html' title='LONG TIME..'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114632330561688153</id><published>2006-04-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:10:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fonts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;many, indeed have complained about my font size being too small and that they have to use a manifying glass to enable them to read what im trying to say ans all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;well. too bad then. my blog postings are for those who have perfect eyesight and for those who bother squinting,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;well done to those who have perfect eyesight-for they have cared for their precios eyes correctly and responsibly-and to those who bother squinting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;those who are still unable to read what im trying to say. too bad. you gotta learn how to look after your eyes properly and make sure your eyesight dont deteorate or else you'll face alot of troubles in your future....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;nah, im just kidding!! i'll try to change my font size so that everyone will be able to read it without difficulty.haha. sorry bout the previos posts. but, there will be times when the font size will be as small as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114632330561688153?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114632330561688153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114632330561688153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114632330561688153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114632330561688153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-fonts.html' title='my fonts'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114631929587671844</id><published>2006-04-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:03:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've been thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;should i apply for the vjc, vip thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have to do an essay and take the test and all but if i manage to get in.. it would be easier coz i dont have to take the o levels and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i cant maintain the standard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'll  drop all the way back to sec 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that'll be terrible and i certainly woludnt want that to happen.. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so, should i try to apply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114631929587671844?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114631929587671844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114631929587671844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114631929587671844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114631929587671844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/04/should-i.html' title='should i?'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114615125818104346</id><published>2006-04-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:20:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH!! my head is gonna burst!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahh!! my head is sooooooo gonna burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; im super stressed!! coz of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. exams are nearing and i havent finish studying yet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2.im screwed for my science project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3.teachers are crazy! they give tones of homework PLUS we have to study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4.maths is killing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5.and so is chinese!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;6.family stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;7.friends stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;8.not enough rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;9.need to meet the expectations of my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HUGE SIGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is what i wanna say to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it seems you've chosen who you wanna follow and the kind of friends you prefer hanging around with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dont feel comfortable there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i cant believe im so dumb to have just realised that all those stuff she and i were doing together, all those stuff that she had done for me, was not out of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was a lie. it was to benefit her and only her. i dont mind and im not angry with your choice but if she ever backstabs you or anything else, dont come running to me. i've warned you millions of times. and you still insist not to listen. i asked you and you said you wont mind so dont get angry with me if im treating you that way. im breaking off of her in a subtle way.. dont ask why. you've seen and witnessed those things ahe did to me. yes, you feel bad and all, but did you even try to stop it? no. you allowed her to carry on and then when its over, you come whining to me saying that its not you fault and you didnt mean it. i cant bring myself to forgive her and the same goes for you.im sorry that this have to happen but i just cant help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;how i wish i have someone whom i can pour out my misery and sadness and everything to. sigh. its so overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its so hard to find a friend who will always be there when you need them. everything is so hard to do. so hard to archive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114615125818104346?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114615125818104346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114615125818104346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114615125818104346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114615125818104346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahh-my-head-is-gonna-burst.html' title='AHH!! my head is gonna burst!!'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114389682500046274</id><published>2006-04-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:07:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;had fun at ps with margie,hui ting,audrey and angeline..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;ate at pizza hut!! and angeline gave me a treat! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;thanks angeline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;now i know who are real friends and those who are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;went to spotlight to get the stuff for DnT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;i didnt know that ps had flash and splash and all.. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;im so gonna go there during june to shop.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;yay to mag and shar for they followed a small boy by running right to the middle of the fountain at bugis! haha. what a bunch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;lol.. they were drenched when i met them at the guardian.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;and when miss shanti came, they were so proud that they ran into the fountain and got drenched. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;spend the whole of ballet class trying on our pointes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;breaking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;knocking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;smashing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;trying to make it softer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114389682500046274?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114389682500046274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114389682500046274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114389682500046274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114389682500046274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheers.html' title='cheers'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114382011323413078</id><published>2006-03-31T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:48:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yay!!! i've finallt got my pointe shoes!! whee! im soooooooo happy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cant wait to use it and all.. haha. im so looking forward to ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114382011323413078?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114382011323413078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114382011323413078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114382011323413078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114382011323413078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay.html' title='yay!!'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114381999530124250</id><published>2006-03-31T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:55:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stressed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thats what i've been going through this WHOLE week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i couldnt even get up in the morning, everyday. my mum had to scream at me before i could force and drag myself out of bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;monday was boring and tiring coz of training. had punishment from mskoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 sets of 5 problem sum questions. MUST copy questions AND COMPLETE answers. no short forms and 1 question per paper.. whoa.. thats SO much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;copied SO much and like.. 1/4 of my new testpad is gone.. waste of time,ink and paper.. sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuesday was ok. manage to go home early.. so it wasnt so bad.. or so i thought. i had to hand in the swimming entries to mrsng and yujun asked me to go all the way back to school just to hand it in!! i was like.. NOOO!!! had to call fung. both if us didnt want to go back so we decided not to. haha. then later on in the evening, mrsng called my phone and she talked to me blah blah, nope, i didnt get scolding. i just told her that i'll pass it to her the next day by 7.15.. so i went with fung and everything was done. the rest of the day was ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wednesday.maths remedial with mrchua since mskoh accompanied the netball girls for competition. remedial was kinda fun. haha. what a laugh we had! when joey broke the shelf.. or was it cara? haha. either way, it was hilarious! we were laughing like mad! even mrchua! after remedial was physical training(PT) ran 10 rounds around the school. did 40 crunches,40 push-up,45 burpies, etc.. didnt really feel THAT tired.. haha. wonder why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thursday-swim heats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everyone was so nervous.excited.scared.etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. i was kinda nervous but after the first event. i was wamed up and all so i was ok. it started raining halfway and all so the heats was held back. went to the canteen to grab a bite then yixuan piggy-backed me back to my house. haha thanks yi xuan! i owe you one! lol.my last event ended at around 6. went to warm down with cheng. went to wash up and all. left for home at 6.30. haha. reached home at around 7 plus.. with steph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;training was boring as usual. didnt do much. didnt even feel like training. sigh and i've got loads and loads of homework!! oh my gosh.. oh my gosh.. OH MY GOSH!! i didnt even do any homework today and tomorrow have CIP in the morning,ballet in the afternoon, and dinner at night.thats how packed i am.. im so so so so stressed. and with training and all the other stuff.. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cant take it!! oh man. im gonna get it from my teachers on monday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114381999530124250?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114381999530124250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114381999530124250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114381999530124250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114381999530124250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114321142273671818</id><published>2006-03-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:57:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;been awhile since i last blogged..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i wont be blogging on weekdays except fridays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;haha, too much homework..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i miss leslie.. now that hes gone and all. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;wonder whens the next time he'll come back and visit us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;haha. we'll miss you leslie! dont worry.. and have a great time in aus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;steph and i rushed to the airport after training to see leslie off. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;at first i thought steph couldnt leave early cos mschis didnt allow but in the end she did and it was my turn to ask her if i could leave early. i was friggin scared that she might blow up in my face, in front of everybody and all but PHEW! she didnt. instead, she let me go but i cannot do this kinda thing anymore.. haha. dont worry, there wont be a next time.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;oh and, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERI!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;hoped you had a great time celebrating and all. haha. see you on sunday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ok, back to the airport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;took a cab there, steph paid, thanks steph! i owe you one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;met erin and denise and their cousin.. said hello and all and went to burger king's for dinner. had chicken cheese sticks! my fav! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;then we went to the departure gate to see leslie and thier relatives off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;said ours goodbyes and took a bus all the way back to serangoon with sean,aaron,mike,pam,rene, 1 other friend and steph. steph bought chicken cheese sticks. we ate it at the back of the bus and had freddo chocolate. rushed to ntuc to buy it so we could enjoy the loong bus ride back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;alighted at 2 stops after the interchange and waited for the 317.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;was really tired. i felt really heavy as in.. i couldnt breathe properly without taking really big deep breathes. haha. was kinda scared. thought i had asthma attack or something but now its ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;oh yeah, in the bus, i went to share the freddo choc and when i came back to my seat, my phone was missing! i was super scared! asked aaron to call my phone so i can try finding it.. iwas looking everywhere. but i still couldnt find it. searched under the chairs, my pocket. aarons chair, my bag, my shoebag, steph'd bag, in the plastic bag, everywhere! and then FINALLY, i found it wraped up in my pe shirt! i was like PHEW! again. haha. i'll be doomed if i lose it! all my stuff and all. haha. really scared myself back there.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;first week in school was obviously, dreadful, homework starts, tests begin, more scoldings, intensive trainings, blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;but hey, its all part of secondary school so i guess i'll just have to bear with it.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;but i sometimes do try to look at the positive side and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;its hard but at least i've tried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;oh, amanda ho.. dont worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'll never tell you who that lucky person is, only my friend whom you do not know, knows all about him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;so... dont waste your time trying to get it out of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;to you guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;if you dont want me following you all, then tell me, cos to me, its pretty obvious, and you especially you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;dont ask me to join just to use me and whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;im fed up with all your shenanigans. its simply annoying. if i were to do that to you, i bet you wont be able to bring yourself to forgive me.. so stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;the rest of the days in school are just the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;boredom. not ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;le to understand maths and chinese. getting blamed for something i didnt do. humid weather, stuffy classrooms. tiredness.etc, etc. but friends are ones who plays a really big part in making school fun and bearable. so i thank god fo all the friends i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;to heather: im so so so sorry i havent been replying any of your messages! haha. and i STILL cant forget.. oh man... its eating me!! help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;and to anyone and everyone who wants me to link them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;PLEASE!! put your add at my tag board so i know! sheesh! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;thats all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114321142273671818?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114321142273671818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114321142273671818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114321142273671818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114321142273671818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-time-eh.html' title='long time eh?'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114269032277757017</id><published>2006-03-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:03:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmm.. its been quite awhile since i last blogged..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dammit dammit dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;its getting more and more humid each day,i cant take it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sigh.. and i've been falling ill these few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for instance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday-before training.. i had a major stomachache on the bus on the way to training, had to get off the bus and rush for the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i HATE stomachaches, especially if im not at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;without the comfort of the clean toilet at home.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok, so i dropped off at kovan with kim and steph. they accompanied me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i called mschia to inform her that i'll be late and that steph and kim are with me, she was like,'HUH??' and she asked me to tell them to go to school first. so poor kim had to go to school alone and steph stayed to accompany me in case anything happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we reached school at around.. 2 plus? where everyone was doing their warm ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;steph told mschia that she was unwell to train while i rushed to the toilet, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;didnt do much.. nothing came out bur i was still in great pain and i STILL had to go for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i had to bear the pain, blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;towards the end of training was quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was really psyched up during the match with yvonne and yue min.haha. but not psyched up enough for me to forget my stomachache..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;debrief was horror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i really pitied those who got 'trashed' by you know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;just wanna tell you guys to please LEARN from this mistake and NEVER do it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;or else the next time.. well, i dont even wanna think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sec1s.. now you know what its like.. haha. but dont worry, nothing will happen if you obey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;after mschia dismissed us, kim, steph, their other friend and i walked to compass to take the train home. steph and friend had some project work.kim wanted to buy amanda a present for her birthday.i was supposed to accompany kim,till my mum called me saying that my parent's friends invited us for some buffet dinner at the baccarat restaurant at 7.30. so i had to rush home and get ready.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;mum picked me up at serangoon station after picking up my dad from work. drove home and immediately got ready. luckily i rushed to the toilet first or else i have to fight with my younger sis on who gets to use it first and naturally, im SUPPOSED to give in and after shes done(which is like sooo long later) mymum will ask me how come im not ready yet and blah blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i got ready really quickly this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;was impressed ith myself coz usually i'll take longer than i did yesterday.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;had a nice/fun dinner.. there were many different varieties of food.. and there was a CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was super happy.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but poor you, you had headache and all so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wanted to ask what i could do,what i could say to help relieve the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just couldnt bring myself to do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i didnt know why.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i had sushi,sashimi,mini udon,fried rice,that noodles with herbal soup,the chicken thing you persuaded me to try(and it was nice),the silken tofu thing, creme brulee(my all time favourite),etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was really enjoying, especially after training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;after dinner, we went to your house.. stayed there till late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;around 12 plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;had loads of fun with you, did some chit-chatting, catching up with each other coz its been a long time since we last talked and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorry to keep you up till so late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i didnt wanna leave but i had to go and you needed your rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the next day is gonna be tiring for you.. your mum was really worried about you eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;theworstpartofholdingonislettinggosonowyouknowhowifeel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114269032277757017?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114269032277757017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114269032277757017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114269032277757017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114269032277757017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm..'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114241259521398631</id><published>2006-03-15T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:04:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh, sigh and more sighs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh, sigh and more sighs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats all i ever do these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im just sooo bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im too lazy to do my homework and i've to research on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enzymes?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheesh.. i hate doing researchs.. its such a big waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thats the kind of homework we get from mrlim nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like sleeping but i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the weather is so humid.. urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to my cousin's house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slacked a lil. did some chit-chatting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lil catching up with each other coz its been quite awhile since we last met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then one of my cousin had to go for ballet so i talked to the other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then later, she had to go but luckily im not alone coz her sister came back and all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we went to parkway parade mph while my mum and aunt went walking around,window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to sakae sushi for dinner and then at 7.30 my cousin left for another ballet class and her sister came back, (so its like, they're changing shifts or something) and she joined us for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after dinner, another younger cousin left for ballet and my cousin came back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so its like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.1 left, leaving 2 and 3 at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.2 left, 1 came back and joined 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.1 left, 2 came back and joined 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.3 left, 1 came back and joined 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, so for the whole of tuesday my aunt is really busy fetching them to and fro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really pity her, so much stress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sitting in front of the computer, blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend(father's friend's son) is over at my house. sleeping and my bro is next to him, engrossed in his game on in psp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he came over to play mahjong. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, my mum is done with the setting up of the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im going now..&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/23868274-114241259521398631?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114241259521398631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114241259521398631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114241259521398631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114241259521398631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-sigh-and-more-sighs_15.html' title='sigh, sigh and more sighs..'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114231529498984554</id><published>2006-03-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:48:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;gosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;ok, im going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;to my cousin's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114231529498984554?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114231529498984554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114231529498984554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114231529498984554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114231529498984554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114226079602541058</id><published>2006-03-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:39:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog! its finally done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my blog, its FINALLY done.. and its all thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;KELLY!! yay! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i really wanna thank kelly the annoying for helping me with my irritating blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if not for her, my blog would never be done and i would never learn how to link and edit my profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;she made me search till i finally found it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thanks kel, again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im sooo glad i can finally edit my blog without asking heather how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i guess i was really irritating. lol. sorry heather but thanks for helping too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and just message him as usual.. dont have to crack your head just to think whether you should message him and what you should say. remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;he likes you for who you are!! so dont worry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ok, now that im done with all those thank yous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i shall move on on what i did today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;its rather gross, so its a risk you're taking for wanting to read on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;woke up feeling terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my nose felt so stuffed that i couldnt breathe properly and yet mucus was flowing non-stop. i coulndnt blow out the mucus.and if i blew too hard, blood will come out instead. it was horrible. my nose was hurting badly and my voice,gosh, was so horse. i had ulcers in my mouth which refuse to heal no matter how early or how long i slept. it was so painful and i couldnt even talk without pulling my cheeks apart or else my braces will hook the ulcers and you know the rest.. and whenever i coughed. i taste blood. that was how bad it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i took a shower hoping to feel better and more refreshed, but it didnt help. not one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so in the end, i was too unwell to attend training so i had to call my teacher to inform her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i asked my mum to bring me to the polyclinic. she agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we went to hougang polyclinic. i took my queue number and waited for my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;luckily i brought a few comic books there or else i'll be bored to death waiting for my turn. the doctor took soooo long. i think i waited for like, an hour because i managed to finish reading all the books i brought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went in, doctor examine me, blah, blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and she said that my nose is really very sensitive to dust mites and i have to keep my room and dust free as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so if im invited to your house, and i start my sneezing and all, haha, you know what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;well, im going off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mum wants me to go, she says i've been on the com for too long. sigh. mothers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh, hey, if anyone wants me to link them, just write your blog on my tag board. i'll link you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114226079602541058?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114226079602541058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114226079602541058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114226079602541058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114226079602541058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-blog-its-finally-done.html' title='my blog! its finally done...'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114217142048905803</id><published>2006-03-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:09:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok.. so, i finally decided to go out.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was.. hmm.. rather unexpected, like the outing last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unexpected, but fun. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so heres what i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;earlier on i was at home, blogging, dying of boredom, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so then cheng called me and pestered me online to ask my mum if i can go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so.. i did. when she came home from fetching my sister to ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was quite afraid at first but then, i did it in the end.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i cant believe she allowed me to go. i told cheng and she was like,"yay!! sherilyn can go!" haha. at first she wanted to go to escape but i didnt want so instead we went to cathay for a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she met gael at hougang after gael's tuition. then i hopped on the train at serangoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it went really smoothly. the timing and all. haha. i was kinda shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we arrived at cathay, and we still havent decide on the movie yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after about 20 mins, THEY finally decided to watch UNDERWORLD EVOLUTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was like,what the hack is that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gael said that its some vampire/warewolf kinda thing. i didnt wanna watch but after alot of persuation, i gave in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and guess what? it was an m18 show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i refused to watch but then again, i already bought the tickets and all so whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt seriously weird. all those 'adults' and we're like, the only kiddos at level 9..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant believe they even allowed us in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were a lil late so we missd the beginning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or so i thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was only the introduction and it was horrifying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blood here. blood there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;absolutely gory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept nudging cheng and gael, giving them weird looks and all.. they just looked at me and returned weird faces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i almost wanted to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but after awhile, i got used to it so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more weird feeling and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bur there were parts where i didnt want to watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the part where the person's head got chopped into half and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was freezingl, and so was cheng and gael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really pitied them because they were wearing skirts and sleeveless and all. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lucky me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the movie, we walked gael back to the mrt station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she had to go home early, parents order..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheng and i decided to go to marche for dinner.she didnt want to. she gave me so many stupid options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eg, 7-11 cup noodles, kfc,macdonalds,burger king, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i insisted on going to marche and she made a big fuss.whining and whining.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but too bad for her. i turned a deaf ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to marche, had ham and cheese crepes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had chocolate mousse foe desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sat and talked for awhile, then headed for home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, thats all for now. i gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heather is pestering me so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im coming heather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114217142048905803?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114217142048905803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114217142048905803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114217142048905803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114217142048905803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-movie.html' title='after the movie'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114214135646882159</id><published>2006-03-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:29:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sports day.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it started out ok. everyone was cooperative, blah blah and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it was easy to control the whole group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but towards the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;everything was, chaotic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;st helen's people were all scarttered everywhere. when it was our turn to cheer, you can barely hear anything at the area where the st emilie was, which is, the other end of the stadium..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nobody bothered to lead the group, nobody bothered to cheer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was disappointed when i saw that and hurt when my friends said,"aiyah, st.helen sure no hope.." i wanted so much for my house to be the champions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;saddening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the sec2s ran thier best and was the best amongst the rest, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we won 2nd and 3rd places in alll the relays, it was a great acheivement because it was expected for us to lose, how bad is that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but,no, we proved them wrong i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;to oreal, deannah, fung hua, pabita,prasheena,danielle,melisse liu,cheryl lim,kimberley,shakinah and all the rest who ran,WELL DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we'll try our best again next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the champion house this year, st. elizeberth, as usual, followed by st. catherine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;upon hearing this, our dearest captain, cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;she too was devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;she tried her best to bring the house up.. and this is what she gets for all those hard work and effort she had put in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;then, i knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i finally realized how painful it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;how much time and effort was sacrificed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;how hard it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;whats more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;this is her last year here, in sjc, and she was not able to bring st.helen up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;well, dont fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;next year when we become the head, we will bring st.helen to victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114214135646882159?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114214135646882159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114214135646882159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114214135646882159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114214135646882159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/sports-day.html' title='sports day'/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114213942549900580</id><published>2006-03-12T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:57:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just came back from church.. sigh. i feel so lethargic. we're like drifters.  just walking around aimlessly..its so weird. it doesnt even feel like a sunday to me. i wasnt present, my mind was somewhere else.. and all i did today was sigh and sigh and sigh even more. i couldnt concentrate in mass. i didnt mind waiting for you, i would've called and rushed you if i was present. i didnt exactly care about anything except my fringe, i always fuss abut it so its ok. i wasnt that excited when i saw leslie,although i wa glad he came back. i was calm and didnt even mind when he threw the paper ball at me,  i had no appetite, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel like going out, but yet, i dont feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wanted to do something, but i couldnt think of anything to make me feel present, present today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today just seems so weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so weird that i even bother to carry my younger sis out of the room and tell my mum that shes not feeling well. i even bothered to ask her questions like,"did you take your water bottle?" bofore she left the house for her ballet lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wish that i can present, i want to be able to enjoy this sunday.. i shoulnt waste it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i've always wanted to say this to you but you're always not around:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all the bast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have a wonderful journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;knowing you has changed me in a way you'll never notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll always remember the times we've had so much fun together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll have to move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114213942549900580?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114213942549900580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114213942549900580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114213942549900580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114213942549900580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-came-back-from-church.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114208856649144726</id><published>2006-03-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:49:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey! thanks ferlycia for helping with my blog.. if not for you, my blog would have been.. weird?? haha. and dont worry, i'll link you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114208856649144726?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114208856649144726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114208856649144726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208856649144726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208856649144726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-thanks-ferlycia-for-helping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114208827411382967</id><published>2006-03-11T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:44:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INVADES! ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is sher's first time in blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rmb to tag her !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay's everything is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u betta go and link every other ppl then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVES! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FERLYCIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114208827411382967?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114208827411382967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114208827411382967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208827411382967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208827411382967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/invades-this-is-shers-first-time-in_11.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23868274.post-114208605750959595</id><published>2006-03-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:08:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. this is like.. my first time creating a blog?? lol gosh.. i have no idea what to write.ok, nvm. heather! teach me! i dont know what the hell im doing... haha.k, gtg. its really short i know, but, hey, its my first time so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23868274-114208605750959595?l=whatthesher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/feeds/114208605750959595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23868274&amp;postID=114208605750959595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208605750959595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23868274/posts/default/114208605750959595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesher.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sherilyn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034049262148681280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
