<?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-27261110</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAAHHH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-WIND</name><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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27261110.post-115769129849822836</id><published>2006-09-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:53.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;something to do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from LEHA's blog. xD Don't mind me, leah darling. But I'm seriously bored. -smiles sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: matilda&lt;br /&gt;2. Last Name: the great xD&lt;br /&gt;3. State: dont have one. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. place of birth: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;6. Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;7. Bus: bus? o.O bus WHAT. lol.&lt;br /&gt;8. School: KHS&lt;br /&gt;9. Occupation:Student&lt;br /&gt;10. Initials: mtg. no jk, ms.&lt;br /&gt;11. Screen Name: RAMENxD / tipsehladeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Your Appearance :&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: darkbrown/black&lt;br /&gt;13. Hair Length: not short, not long. kinda in between. xD&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye color: Brownish black&lt;br /&gt;15. Best Feature: EVERYTHING! hHHAHAHAS, bhb. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: 162?&lt;br /&gt;17. Braces?: nope&lt;br /&gt;18. Glasses?:  yeah&lt;br /&gt;19. Freckles?: yeah . ):&lt;br /&gt;20. Clothing style: depends on where i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. : Your Firsts : .&lt;br /&gt;22. First best friend: shermanye&lt;br /&gt;23. First Award: erhh... poetry reading?&lt;br /&gt;24. First Sport You Joined: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;25. First thing you did today: yell at the clock. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;26. First Real vacation: um. whn i was an ittle wittle baby.&lt;br /&gt;28. First True Love: lets see.. i dno. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. : Favorites : .&lt;br /&gt;29. Movie: SHES THE MAN,  13 going 30, mean girls. (all blonde shows. -.-')&lt;br /&gt;32. Band: F4( though disbanded), Panic! at the disco etc&lt;br /&gt;33. Place to get groceries: my maid does that.&lt;br /&gt;34. Food: KFC xD&lt;br /&gt;35. Season: anything but not summer. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Candy: something that has chocolate. XD&lt;br /&gt;37. Sport: basketball&lt;br /&gt;38. Restaurant: BILLY BOMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;40. Store: crumpler/adidas/nike &lt;strong&gt;the shop at parkway, planet surf!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. School Subject: english&lt;br /&gt;42. Animal: (LEAH YOU LIKE FROGS? EW!) dogs.(:&lt;br /&gt;43. Book: harry potter. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;44. Magazine: TEENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently :&lt;br /&gt;45. Doing before you started this survey?: repainting my nails black&lt;br /&gt;46. Feeling: crazy as a coconut. maybe not. sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;47. Wearing: B.U.M t-shirt, purple shorts.&lt;br /&gt;48. Crying about: now? i aint crying now&lt;br /&gt;49.eatin: nothing. about to eat korean instant noodle.=D&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking: nothing yet.&lt;br /&gt;51. Typing: this lor. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;52. Listening: digits from shark tale. xD&lt;br /&gt;54. Thinking about: going out with friends and shop till i drop.&lt;br /&gt;55. Wanting: everything that's on my wishlist and evrything else i want.&lt;br /&gt;56. Watching: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. : Future : .&lt;br /&gt;57. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?:-counts with fingers. JC?&lt;br /&gt;58. Kids?: two. thats the max. xD&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to be Married: yeah. &lt;br /&gt;60. Career in Mind: author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. : Which is Better with the Opposite Sex :&lt;br /&gt;63. Hair color: i dno. depends. like TOM FELTON is hot in his own hair color and etc&lt;br /&gt;64. Hair length: o.O um. depends?&lt;br /&gt;65. Eye color: brown =D&lt;br /&gt;66. Measurements: taller than me can alr. (:&lt;br /&gt;67. Cute or sexy: BOTH more sexy though. xD actually, scratch that. i'd rather adorable and sexy&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or Eyes:both.&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses: Both&lt;br /&gt;70. Short or Tall: Tall&lt;br /&gt;71. Easygoing or serious: Easygoing&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or Spontaneous: both. (: more spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;73. Good or Bad: good AND bad. (: like a daredevil. thats great. XD&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud:LOUD! sensitive men are sissies. =X&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship: hookup. xD&lt;br /&gt;76. Harley or Crotch Rocket: o.O?&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: TROUBLE MAKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Have You Ever :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger: nopee.&lt;br /&gt;79. Had major surgery: maybe i would. sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;80. Gone commando: ??&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran Away From Home: i AINT gna tell u.&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken a bone: nope. and not wishing to&lt;br /&gt;83. Got an X-ray: yeahhs&lt;br /&gt;84. Been on a cruise: NO! ): sponsers, anyone? xD&lt;br /&gt;85. Broken Someone's Heart: can i bhb? LOADS!=D&lt;br /&gt;86. Dumped someone: yeahs&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried When Someone Died: DUH!-.-'&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried At School: yeahhs&lt;br /&gt;:Do You Believe in:&lt;br /&gt;89.God?: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: never seen it happen, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at First Sight: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;92. Ghosts: yeahp&lt;br /&gt;93. Aliens: nope&lt;br /&gt;94. Soul Mate: nope. easy come easy go.(:&lt;br /&gt;95. Heaven: maybe&lt;br /&gt;96. Hell: YEA.&lt;br /&gt;97. Answered prayers: indeed. (: yes&lt;br /&gt;98. Kissing on The First Date: yeah. why nt?&lt;br /&gt;99. Horoscopes: yeahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. : Answer Truthfully : .&lt;br /&gt;100. Is there someone you wish you had?:&lt;br /&gt;yeahhs.loads. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMENxD&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i bore myself sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115769129849822836?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115769129849822836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115769129849822836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115769129849822836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115769129849822836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115761521068842333</id><published>2006-09-07T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:53.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Recollections(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a quiz that I did some time ago again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] talk back to teachers&lt;br /&gt;[x] stick the middle finger behind their backs&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never do their homework&lt;br /&gt;[x] curse them out&lt;br /&gt;[ ] throw paper airplanes at their head&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chew gum and stick it on their&lt;br /&gt;textbooks/chairs/desks&lt;br /&gt;[x ] rip up the notices/ worksheet they give you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cut their class constantly&lt;br /&gt;[x] text your friends on your cellphone&lt;br /&gt;[x] NEVER listen to what they say&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] write them mean notes (doesn't mean I must give it to them, right?XD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] never return anything&lt;br /&gt;[x] listen to music in their class&lt;br /&gt;[x] always talk and not listen to most stuff they're&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;[x ] when they call you, you act like no ones&lt;br /&gt;calling you&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] throw paper balls across the classroom(hell yes. XD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] throw gum at the teachers back, head or ass&lt;br /&gt;[x] steal something from their desks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you spit your gum out anywhere&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you stick your gum anywhere&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] do other things in class&lt;br /&gt;[x ] write notes in class even though they tell you&lt;br /&gt;to stop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] make out in class (seriously people DO that?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] play your psp, gameboy sp&lt;br /&gt;[x ] sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] constantly looking at yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;even though they tell you to put it down&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never bring anything to class&lt;br /&gt;[x] playing cards behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never bring back signed tests&lt;br /&gt;[x] push them in the hallway like they're one of&lt;br /&gt;the students.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY YOUR TOTALS BY 2 AND&lt;br /&gt;WRITE&lt;br /&gt;IM _ _ % BAD IN SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 40% bad in school. Hmm. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115761521068842333?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115761521068842333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115761521068842333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115761521068842333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115761521068842333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/09/recollections-i-decided-to-do-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115755032922618659</id><published>2006-09-06T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:52.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh, don't say who did it lahs, SUSHI&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for having no Cbox. =X So pek cek, better off without a Cbox. I can't decide where to put it also. I'm thinking of a Haloscan... But you all will know where to tag/leave a comment or not?? o.O Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go Parkway today. But then no &lt;em&gt;khaki&lt;/em&gt; to go with! ): Stupid kor lorh, he say he guai zai, got tuition. Hmph! I shall ignore him! =D No, he too irritating to ignore. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after supplementry, Shu Wei complain stomach ache. So I waited outside the canteen for her. Saw Hong Wei. I took flight. &lt;em&gt;Immediately&lt;/em&gt;. He's so scary la! Then I went back to the canteen. XD Hehe. Saw kor teasing PeiLing. She seemed... happy that he was teasing her. LOL LAH. Bryan, she is despo until cannot despo already. Class D girl. xD By the time we left the school, it was around 1+ already. Shocking how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, got irritated by the stupid turtles on almost everyone's nicknames. When is this thing gonna end, huh? It's pissing me off already. So I decided to sleep. =D Told Mom to wake me up at 4.30PM.I got awoken at 4.45PM by Jie. And she was like, making me get up. So I got up from my bed, checked myhandphone outside, and slumped against the sofa to snooze again. Jie came out and yelled, "Lazy, leh you!" Hahas, I'm like a hamster. Sleep in the day, wake in the night. xD Nocturnal, the word, isit? O.O Forgot how to spell. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off I go. =D Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMENxD&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nice skin right? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115755032922618659?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115755032922618659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115755032922618659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115755032922618659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115755032922618659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blogskin-shh-dont-say-who-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115735917694756829</id><published>2006-09-04T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:52.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's doomsday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. I should study my Science, in fear that I would most probably be called up for answers for the Science lecture tomorrow. I wish they would stop it. Everybody's complaining on how our asses hurt and stuff like that. Not to mention that its oh so boring. Someone ought to tell them. They act as if everyone loves it or something. and Mrs W. seriously has to get a life. I mean, she spends 1/4 of her life sleeping and 3/4 of her life scolding people. Especially us. -.-' Wtf. Oh and PDM too. I don't get it. Why do teachers love scolding people... Very fun meh? We scold you, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people got the McDonalds treat from Mdm Toh today. Hehes. Except me. -.-' My position? 13/39. Dropped by one. I believe if I improve on my Maths and Science,  I'd get a higher score. Why do I sound to pissed today. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I ate &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; fries today. Hehes. One from Shu Wei and one from Jie Ying. xD Thanks, mates. =P I want to go swimming. So bloody hot now. Oh well, I've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy blogger. So sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMENxD&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115735917694756829?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115735917694756829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115735917694756829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115735917694756829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115735917694756829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-doomsday.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115716928649754381</id><published>2006-09-01T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:52.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Family dinner!!=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We had a family dinner yesterday. I was like, ohkay.. o.O Right...&lt;br /&gt;So we ate and laughed and stuffs. Ah-ma started eating the vegetables on the platters. Then we were laughing. Our table was uber noisy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Mustafa. LOLS. I love Mustafa man! Next time must go there! They've got stuffs ranging from SLEDGEHAMMERS(if I'm not wrong) to STEERING WHEELS. Can you imagine that? Steering wheels leh! Then there was this place whereas there were many hats and stuffs. And wigs. -.-' Jeremy( my cousin) was playing around with those stuffs la. Hahas. I wanted to buy carbon paper. Then Jeremy went to tell Mommy its for me to cheat. I was like HEY! and in the end, didn't even buy. -.-' Irritating lor!!!! ): &lt;  Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the rubber duckies and stuffs at the babies section. So cute la, all the clothings!&lt;br /&gt;Recently listening to...&lt;br /&gt;Chemical React- Aly and AJ (AJ WHERE ARE YOU!!! /sob-)&lt;br /&gt;Man Eater- Nelly(ROFL.)&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;Cats in the cradle- Cat Stevens and James Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you- Stacie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Not much already. Must wait until my computer finishes downloading Chemical React to my phone. Then I'll bluetooth my pictures from my phone to the computer, and then let you see. SO CUTE! =D No lahs, two pictures only. =P&lt;br /&gt;POST- Aiyahs, forget it. Later then post. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMENxD&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115716928649754381?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115716928649754381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115716928649754381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115716928649754381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115716928649754381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-dinnerd-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115700399109508253</id><published>2006-08-30T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:51.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hurr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pontan-ed school yesterday. That was half of it. Another half of why I didn't go to school was because of my leg. Muscle strained until very jia lat! -.-' Somemore got &lt;em&gt;cramp&lt;/em&gt;! -.-' So suay larhhs. So I had many SMSes asking me what happened. (: See, it's sooo nice to have friends. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school. (ME GUAI!!! As in good girl, not weird!) And then it was ACES day &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Teachers'  Day. How's that? Huh? Huh?! HUH?! -.-' Dots. I wanted to like, complain about my muscle ache so I could be excused from the silly workout. -.-' So jia lat again! It sucked. Period. Damn! Wtf? What's Disco Groove? Basketball Bounce? Box step? Superman Punch? Those moves?! -inches away. No thanks! Get me away! -flounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Teachers' Day celebration was cute. Karen, nice commentery(sp?)! Keep it up! But!!! You need to work on your loyalness to my blog. Blog misses you already! Don't you, Blog? -Blog nods head. SEE! You made Blog cry! ): &lt; I'm gonna get you! Roar!!! Dang, I'm high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. I went down the stairs. Joked that the PDM(Purplish Discipline Master) doesn't look on the floor because he's humble. It's because he wants to catch people with ankle socks. HAHA! PDM! You suck! We like Mini Lee better than you!! Agree, Sushi? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I met Ree Kee. Wah lan. He asked me something I never thought he would. Lols. But he didn't say it in school. (: He said it outside. Make me come out from the bus lor. -.-' Then he commented on my sitting position. 'Cause I was sitting with both my legs lying on the seats across like that and staring out of the window. -.-' Picky, picky. Then he asked me if... -drums roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan you'd most probably think he asking me to stead right? WRONG. =D Hahas. Maybe he told or something but if not... He asked me to be his godsister. -.-' Roflmao! Then he told me he going to market to makan and crap. And then commented I very GOOD GIRL because I go home early. Lol!! Like that is good girl meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice lahs. (: Now, another 'gentle reminder'.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KHS P6ES BETTER VOTE FOR THE THEME PARTY- MASQUERADE. OR I SHALL KILL YOU! Tee hee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;RAMENxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115700399109508253?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115700399109508253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115700399109508253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115700399109508253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115700399109508253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurr-i-pontan-ed-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115691973324328397</id><published>2006-08-29T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:51.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE MAY BE HAVING A MASQUERADE PARTY FOR P6 GRADUATION NIGHT! HOW COOOOL IS THAT?! DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115691973324328397?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115691973324328397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115691973324328397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115691973324328397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115691973324328397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-may-be-having-masquerade-party-for.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115691699007163844</id><published>2006-08-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:51.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed an uber long post yesterday. Then blogger didn't post it. Pek cek, so I gave up. Lol. So here I am, typing the post I'm supposed to be posting yesterday. =D But before I do, I would like to report that it's raining heavily now. And I'd like to get out of the house and let the rain drench me till I'm very very wet. I feel troubled. Care to talk, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mountbatten CC after school to play basketball. In the end? Ended up being good friends with Wenn Hon. -.-' Hahas. So, I played for around half an hour. Got so heated up, I went to buy Root Beer, then went upstairs of the CC. There was this weird balcony thingy there where Wenn Hon sat. So if you fall, you die. Simple as that. I went up there to sit with him. Then we started talking about alot of stuff. I can't believe I told him all my deepest, darkest secrets! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everytime we talk, comfirm got people come and irritate us. Not Larry, then is Javier. Lol. Showed me a place where I can go to sit when I'm feeling down. (: So you all know where to find me ah. -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went home. Guess who send me home? Wenn Hon of course. (: Funniest thing was, when Wenn Hon and I were alone, then Javier will come in looking kinda weird. Then Wenn Hon would say, "EH friend! Nothing special between us la! Don't jealous ah!" Then Wenn Hon would pat him on the back. Javier not shy de. -.-' Very open. Always will make it clear that... Well you know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, nothing much already. Rong Han, Lene's songs not very good lehhs... My Lucky Day and Disguise still better. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Come on rain, keep going. Wash away my 'sorrows'. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115691699007163844?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115691699007163844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115691699007163844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115691699007163844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115691699007163844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/eeyer.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115675196003534378</id><published>2006-08-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:51.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Nick and Angie! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the party yesterday. Damn, it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; great! Everybody was there. Lena, Rong Han, Thow, Audrey, etc. And the band! The actual Sorraco band! Excluding Mark, the greatest drum person on earth, possibly. =D Then Thow went home, so left the whole of BFY and others. Then I met Jane. Isit Jane? I don't know. The music was so blasting that I couldn't hear her properly. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing like crazy. SO FUN LAH!(; Actually was Lena and me only together with other people. The funniest thing was the first song... What was it? Umm, Home by Michael Buble! Woot! Sung by our very own Alvin. The best! ^^  So Angie and Nick were dancing. Then Shawn and Wen Jie butted in. Wah lau, tell you, so funny la! Still laughing!! They were like, dancing and then acting really gay. Hahas! Then Wen Jie jumped onto Shawn. Lols! Everybody laughing like crazy. Then Jayson also. KNN, so funny, I was practically sobbing tears of laughter! -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that was the theme song of Charlie's Angels and James Bond, 007. Damn! The guys... Wen Jie, Shawn and Jayson. Acting damn funny again. They went rolling across the floor as if they were in army. -.-' Jayson slid across the floor, and then pretend to motion for the rest to follow while holding an imaginary machine gun. -.-' Then Shawn went tumbling over and then rolled to the other side of the room. -.-' Charlie's Angels theme song was when those guys started holding pretend guns and looking around suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lots of songs came on. I really let myself go! Jane and I. It was so... wild is the word that probably describes the whole thing. (: Nothing else already. Just that Lena and Rong Han were acting real bitchy. Hmphs!! ): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;Today ah... Quite fun larhs. Together with the guys. Wenn Hon was like, "What did you do to my friend?!!(Javier)" as Javier was looking forlorn. I was like, "WHAT! Nothing lor!!!" Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during break, the few guys were like, "Come on, You Sheng! Tell Matilda lehs!" Blah blah blah. He probably wants to just say, "Matilda you fucked up bitch. Blah blah blah" and so on. -.-' Haha. I'm untaunted though, so don't need to try! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, a fight between You Sheng and Wei Lun... AGAIN! To the max larhs! Then Janus walked away, we were like, "Phew lorh!" because everyone was busy stopping him, including me. -.-'  But then, Wei Lun grabbed a broom and started advancing towards You Sheng. I was like, OMG wtf! Then Ling Heng comes and stops Wei Lun blah blah. Etc etc. I threw the broom away. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin lao shi came, whatever. I was sleeping in his class. Hahas. For like, two minutes. Then got awoken by Jon. ): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then found out that Jie Ying and Wei Yee hates me, once again. Like hello, whatever already! Though I really want to be friends with you, but you being so insecure really screws the whole thing up. Just tell me directly. Don't need to like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115675196003534378?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115675196003534378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115675196003534378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115675196003534378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115675196003534378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-nick-and-angie-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115640288396253430</id><published>2006-08-23T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:50.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Exam lorhhs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on exams. Got nothing to blog about. But I was sneezing like siao in the AVA room. Miss Ong think we not cold enough... She made the stupid temperature &lt;em&gt;lower&lt;/em&gt;. I was like What the... AH CHOO. Lols. Then that stupid Mrs. Lim. Make us go back to our classroom. I tell you ahs, we supposed to stay in AVA room de lor! Then she like that. Irritating larhs. She didn't even listen to us. We settled the dispute kinda easily. Sat down and planned to run back to the AVA room once Mrs. Lim zhao-ed. But all of us chickened out at the last minute. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO PLAY SIMS ONLINE. Dion promised to buy for me if I went to his birthday party. Hahas. I was like. Wah lau, 22 Sept lehs! Just before PSLEs... My mother will let mehs?! Must try... In order to get my Sims Online. XDD So &lt;em&gt;jian&lt;/em&gt;. Lols. Eh, my adobe got problem lehs! )): SOBB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right... Exams over. Celebrate, celebrate!!! =D Didn't go as well as I expected thoughh.. ): I wasn't really concentrating. The worst part was Da wasn't with me in the examination room. Sad thing. Soooo sian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONG HANNNN. DON'T BE SO MEAN. TO PAY BACK FOR YOUR MANY CYBER HARD PATS ON MY BACK, BUY SIMS ONLINE FOR ME!! -shui wang wang de yan jing. HAHASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115640288396253430?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115640288396253430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115640288396253430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115640288396253430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115640288396253430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/exam-lorhhs.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115624163599231190</id><published>2006-08-22T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:50.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hehes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh ahhs. =X I so long never blog already. Become seriously lazy. But I haven't been at home for alot of time. Went to Shu Wei's house yesterday and then Jie Ying's today. Damn, I regret packing so many stuffs into my bag. So heavy lahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.... Slacked at Shu Wei's house. That's what I do everything I'm there. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my glasses broke. RAWR So angry!!! ): &lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;. Yhuckks. I threw mine away after a few sips. -puke.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to her house. Wah laus. Shu Wei's mother make her go home. AT 2.30PM. When we reached Jie Ying's house, it was already 2.00!!! ): &lt; Angry! Again. Lols! So Jie Ying and I solo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made present for Mdm Toh. Hard work ohkays!! She even got a teachers' day flag... Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;Jie Ying went to bathe and she walked me to the MRT station at 5.00PM. HALF AN HOUR LATE! =X Mom didn't even scold me. -.-' Dorts. Shows you care, Mom. Sacarstic, in case you're soooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Downloading Sims 2 trial. Shit, how much is the real one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115624163599231190?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115624163599231190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115624163599231190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115624163599231190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115624163599231190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hehes.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115607895750952459</id><published>2006-08-20T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:50.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm fucking pissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM fucking pissed. Excuse the vulgarities. But what the fuck! I cannot stand those fucking people out there! What the hell lahs! Want me to go? Can! You think I care?! Give me money, ensure I get money every fucking month, then yes. I'll leave. You don't need to care where I go. I can even go work at McDonalds/KFC if you want! Whatever to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; too! Fuck fuck fuck you fucking mother fuckers! Go suck your uncle's cock lahs! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Leadership and Management Seminar at KMS. I was like, oh great. Another boring day. So Ag. (Cannot say your name lahhs. Later you not happy. =P) and I went to J8. But I had to go to my house, because I had no cash with me. Stupid right! If I didn't go back, I'd not get caught! Rawr rawr rawrrr!! ): &lt;&gt;sui&lt;/em&gt; ahs?!&lt;br /&gt;#%^$&amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;()&amp;^%$#@$%^&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;^$#$%^%$# They, of course, called my &lt;s&gt;parents&lt;/s&gt; people and then &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; called me when I was already at J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, the whole day got past rather well but then we were in the car. I was still denying that I went out. Excuse? I was at KMS, walking around! Damn, then they flared. I was like... Goosfabba... Goosfabba... Goosfabba- FUCKING HELL! SHUT THE HELL UP LAHS. YOU CAN FLARE I CANNOT ISIT?!&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; stopped the car and demanded for me to get down.&lt;br /&gt;Him: YOU GET OUT! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry ahs, all the shops closed already. I don't want to go to a place where the shops are closed already. What should I do?!&lt;br /&gt;Him: You go to your best friend's hse lahs! (Meaning Ag.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah? Sorry ahs, don't want. She went to dinner with BFY. -gives face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah. I kept denying. He said he bring me right in front of the person who saw me. I was like... Bring ahs! I even lied to Discipline Master, you think I don't dare to lie to Peter and Ben? Well, you thought wrong. I dare!! But they weren't at home. So we just like, went home. I started shouting again. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; wanted to hit me. I diao her. She relaxed. So now, I'm at home, locking myself in the room. Not even my sister is in here now. Blahs. Think I care? Alright, gonna call Jason now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. FUCK LAHS. I NEED A LIFE. YOU MYSELF LOCK MY INTO MY ROOM AND CONFINE ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115607895750952459?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115607895750952459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115607895750952459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115607895750952459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115607895750952459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-fucking-pissed-i-am-fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115581246287286831</id><published>2006-08-17T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:48.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I disappointed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Yeo Jie Ying. My former best friend. Why you go accuse me of cheating in Prelim oral?! Wtfs! Seriously, I mean. My English is so good(-puke. BHB!!). Why do I need to resort to &lt;em&gt;cheating&lt;/em&gt;?!!&lt;br /&gt;And some more, even if you meant I cheated for Chinese- for what?? I don't care anyway. Teacher won't kill me, will he? Its bad enough that we ain't friends already, but enemies? I think not. I really hate to hate you. But it's kinda hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently listening to 'It's My Life' by Bon Jovi. Little bit late. But who cares. (: I love that doggie near the vending machine near the bus-stop. (: So cute can?! But the owner always not there one. ): &lt; Bad owner!! xP I hope the dog's well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling Heng they all called me... at around umms. 5.30. Irritating lahs, Bryan. Fuck off. And You Sheng also. Nothing better to do ah. Oh and Fish, I saw a female look-alike. Alike you!! Don't believe ask Marcus. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinzah doesn't believe that all my best friends are guys. Lolss!! Dorts.(:  Nothing much happened today, I guess. 'cept we were forced to sit for over an hour to wait for the 1st half to finish. Silly billies, man! ): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please don't tell me I like you &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115581246287286831?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115581246287286831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115581246287286831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115581246287286831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115581246287286831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-disappointed-by-yeo-jie-ying.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115571310658385051</id><published>2006-08-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:47.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happenings(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa stuffs. I'll start from the most fun one! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I think. Went to Suntec to makan, at first. Then Jie whined to go shopping. Went lor. Topshop sale leh! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at... Where did we eat? OH YEAH! Carl's Junior. I think. Lols. Burger was freaking big! i actually wanted to order a &lt;em&gt;double &lt;/em&gt;ohkay! Jie stopped me. I thank her.  Or I would be slogging in Carl's alone munching my burger in a sluggish speed. Wahseh! Engalando powderful seh! Just yum!(: Loveeee Carl's. A tad bit expensive though. =X I don't mind. As long as its not me paying. xP Hehes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped. I bought 2 shirts and a pair of pants. Hahas. Like that only. Just didn't feel like buying anything. Oh yeah!! I bought Sorry, Teacher the movie. (: Damn nice. My sister was crying at the end of the show can?! Wahahas. Anyway. Yeah, bought that. 1 shirt and the pants from BUM and the other shirt from Dorothy Perkins if I'm not wr0ng. Or was it Topshop? xP I very the high &lt;em&gt;crassh&lt;/em&gt;  de wor! Wahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat dinner. XP Muahhaha!!! -snigger snigger. But I didn't eat much. Must be because of the burger and fries. I indulge too much. xD Umm, started heading home. Guess what we saw. FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition thang. We weren't in time. On the highway, moving at an ultra slow speed. We cut into the lane that was moving slower as we wanted to see the fireworks on the highway. Traffic police all around us. Hahas! Soon, it started. Everybody ran out of their cars to the other side of the road. Police got no choice. Close the road lor! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, are clever people. That's why, we, didn't get to the crowd at the other side of the road. We, sat on top of our car!!(: Damn that was FUN FUN FUN! Ended already, we headed home. (: Nothing much after that. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I can't think of anything already. Except yesterday. Shawn(WEI ZHANG. NOT SHAWN AS IN 6/9 SHAWN) came and drilled me till 10.30pm. DAMN! ): But quite good, la. Learnt stuffs though. ((: Alrighty, must practice guitar. Or not Dave will kill me. !! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Super high today!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115571310658385051?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115571310658385051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115571310658385051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115571310658385051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115571310658385051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happenings-loadsa-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115564262192243208</id><published>2006-08-15T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:47.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lazy blogger xP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I am, actually. Not been blogging for days. Actually, I've been online but indulging in BizFantast. (: Deal with it! You come here to be &lt;em&gt;entertained&lt;/em&gt; right? (: Damn, Wenn Hon and Yu Min are shy little kiddos. ): Sian, sian sian. Gah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later blog. (: Talking to Shu Wei the GREAT. =DD Now we are both greats. Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115564262192243208?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115564262192243208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115564262192243208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115564262192243208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115564262192243208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lazy-blogger-xp-yay-i-am-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115529076604472297</id><published>2006-08-11T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:47.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long long ago, long ago...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post. hahas. About Ah Nam. Remember? The one with no lao bu? O.O You don't? DAMN you have STM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you go! With extra toppings. Look! A &lt;em&gt;picture!&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Rice seller Ah Nam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why shim(borrow this for a little while, Ana-Mei. She/him is too long. =D) is a chicken rice seller but don't you think Ah Nam sounds like a chicken rice seller? RIGHT? I hope you sell nice chicken rice, Ah Nam. I may go patronise your stall if you ever do sell chicken rice. Don't poison me though! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna counter Ah Nam's posts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: THE AH NAM HAS STRIKE AGAIN this time on maltida blog&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. First post, so many stuffs to counter already. Fun, can? (:&lt;br /&gt;1) WOW I'M OH SO SCARED! YOU STRUCK AGAIN! MOMMY! -hugs pillow. -.-' Psshs. Puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Not only do you sound unterrifying(no such word? Whatever!), you also have bad English! Don't you know? Matilda's Engalando is very the powderful? WAHHAHAS. Nah, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;It's- if you rephrase it again- supposed to be THE AH NAM HAS &lt;em&gt;STRUCK&lt;/em&gt; AGAIN this time on &lt;em&gt;matilda's&lt;/em&gt; blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many mistakes. You should get English lessons. Need me to tutor you? (:&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: stop saying Weee!!!!!!!(Don't mind how many !'s there are. Too lazy to be precise. XP)&lt;br /&gt;1)Eeyer. My mouth leh.Whatcha gonna do? (Bad girl/guy, bad girl/guy. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? HAHAAS. Sorry, was having a spaz moment. =D) Nothing to see here, juice is around the next post!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: dun act cute&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: cuz you not cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YHUCKS. WHO WANT TO BE CUTE! I'm not cute. (: Because cute = Ugly but adorable like you modaeffing loser. (:&lt;br /&gt;If really wanna say, I'd rather be adorable. And who ever said I was? (: Get your facts right before you come argue with me luh! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You know why people act cute? (Or in my case, adorable) Because, they are not cute/adorable luh bodoh! That's why they must &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt;. =.= I only thought a few 6/10-ers only boast. Don't know that got this 6/10-er's mind also little bit retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: go home sleepy pls&lt;br /&gt;1) Huh? Go home sleepy please? Wtf? Does it mean Go home, sleepy please? or Go home, sleepy, please. Or Go, home sleepy, please? No punctuation! I don't understand your oh so powderful Engalando!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: blog words so small&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: blog no pictures&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Really? How come I can read? Do you have myopia? Do you need glasses? I think you should get glasses, if you don't have them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Duh, no pictures. My digital camera is spoilt (that's why I want a digital camera for my birthday), my phone can take pictures but can't store in computer. Ohkay, can luh, but I lazy. Happy? XD And many other reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) boring ah? Don't read luh! It's not like someone's holding a chopper/knife near your throat/wrist, saying that you must read my blog ornot he will chop off you neck / slit your wrists. If yes, Amen/Amituofuo to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: ah nam will rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Erhh... Yayness? Go you? Believe me, I'm gonna unite the cows and take over the world with a quarter of milk. Muahhahaas!!! -.-' I'm just joking, in case you didn't notice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: ah nam nam nam nam nam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is that your full name? COOL!!! So your first name is Ah Nam. Middle name is Nam Nam Nam. Last name is Nam. Coolness! =D I love your name. Who named you? Your dad or your mom? Or isit both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: i agree rude ppl suck&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: but u suck more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YAY! YOU CAN READ!!! But, if you read the 'rude people suck' part, why didn't you read the 'if you can't stand me, wanna spam, or wanna irritate me then FUCKING PRESS THE X BUTTON ON THE TOP RIGHT HAND CORNER OF THE SCREEN.' part? Are you semi-blind? Or do you normally read the last two sentences of every paragraph? So, does it mean, when Mrs. Hue-Tan asks to read a paragraph, e.g.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a magic far away land, there was a shim called Ah Nam! He was a chicken rice seller. One day, everybody died because they ate his oh so nice chicken rice. They didn't know... THERE WAS POISON IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you only read the 'they didn't know... THERE WAS POISON IN IT!' part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Read above arguement. Read the full paragraph please!!! I suppose you could sit me though... AHAAHA!!! Cold joke. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: 1&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: 2&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: 3&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: 4&lt;br /&gt;AH NAM: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. You know how to count to five. What's 20? ten ten? how about hundred? ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten? =.= Psshs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun. =D Been donkey years since I've owned somone, excluding the ownage in which Jun Zhao was in the conversation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="525" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/9131/hainanese20chicken20rice8hl.jpg" width="700" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY IF THERE REALLY IS AN AH NAM CHICKEN RICE STALL OUT THERE. I AM NOT INSULTING YOU! (: PEACE OHKAY? I'm scared of lawyers. So, yeah. I keep away from them. So see? That's a rational fear! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you want picture? I GIVE YOU PICTURE!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115529076604472297?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115529076604472297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115529076604472297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115529076604472297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115529076604472297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-long-ago-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115528987082006521</id><published>2006-08-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:47.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey!!!((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, wassup DAWG! xD I just found out, if I'm not wrong, I haven't bragged about my new &lt;em&gt;Samsung flip-phone!&lt;/em&gt; Oops, did I just put it in italics? Oh well, who cares. ((: Flip phones are chic. Slide phones are in but going out soon. Who says? Matilda says, of course! ^^ G-mask is right &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; the hello! shop. ): &lt;  Somebody gimmie money so I can go 'G-mask' my phone. =DD Instead of the cheapskate way my sister did. Buy from Spotlight and then stick. Hahas. You good ah, jie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jie, I brought her phone to school today. Damn! Guess what happened. Her alarm rang in class, twice. Luckily Lin Lao Shi is a little deaf, so he didn't hear. Hahas. ((; Oh, then after recess, kena caught for hair, socks, and shirt. -.-' Oh geez. I didn't even get scolded! =DD I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; pro cannn?!! xP Hey morons, laugh if you want to. Since you don't know what he even said! Hahas. He just like, spoke softly. -.-' Damn I was so uptight for nothing. Then I think &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; damn stupid. I said, "MY SOCKS ARE LOOSE!" for a desperate reason. And he didn't even look down at my socks, which was tight can?! One thing I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; stand is the shirt. Hello! Can't you see? We are wearing a &lt;em&gt;polo tee?&lt;/em&gt; Don't you understand that its a fashion rule that polo tees are supposed to be tucked &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;?? I don't wanna look like one of the girls in our class. So nerd. -.-' Plus... aiyohhs. Don't wanna say. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, nothing much. He just sent me back to class. -.-' And his moustache makes him look nerdeh. =DD Then in the end, the whole day I didn't tuck in my shirt, still. HAHAS. He's freaking dumb. I cannot tuck in right! My skirt is folded leh! Ohhs, anyway, he didn't catch me for skirt. __ !!!Muahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. Hmms. Oh, I took Wenn Hon's glue and then Jared broke his umbrella. (: So fun!! Nothing much also. Got ready for Sorry, Teacher movie preview. I am soooo not saying I cried. I did. Fake cried. Duhs! Hahas. Darryl, Javier and me. All pretended to cry. Wah lan, Jia Jun fucking irritating. So... extra. (: Then the guys went to Grandlink to play LAN. -.-'Puhlease. LAN very fun mehhs! Hope you kena caught. =DD But without Mrs Ho, no one so free so as to go to Grandlink to check people out. ZZZZ. I also wanna go drink bubble tea! ): &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, spent time running away from Hong Wei as well. -.-' Fucking moron. Retarded asshole. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY GUITAR. MY GUITAR IS WEIRD. ZISHING SAYS SOMETHING SMALL IS BROKEN INSIDE. MY MOTHER SAYS SOMETHING BURST. I SAY MY TUNER IS SPOILT. I HOPE ITS MY SUGGESTION. I DON'T WANNA WASTE MONEY! )): AIYOHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s.my guitar... -whines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115528987082006521?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115528987082006521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115528987082006521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115528987082006521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115528987082006521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-yo-wassup-dawg-xd-i-just-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115518112773770672</id><published>2006-08-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:46.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm boredddd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to blog yesterday so Happy Belated 41st Birthday, Singapore! Matilda loves you. That's all the love you need. Because Matilda's love is to the &lt;em&gt;max&lt;/em&gt;. ((: xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kinzah's again on Friday. Pigged out like crazy! We ordered one large Hawaiian pizza, 20 drumlets, a pepperoni pizza and a big bottle of coke, plus two hash browns. Gulped them all down in a few hours. But they went kinda cold. )): Then played Neopets. O.O Seriously. Neopets. Wahahhas. Very lame, who cares. I want to go out. But that's not the point. xP We watched Sleepover. Hahas. It was so funny! Tell me whatcha want, what you really really want hey! -.-' Damn the guys dancing were &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, what else. Oh yeah, we went swimming. Again. Damn, my hair is soooo messed up. I hate cholrine.However you spell it. I don't care. ((: Whoooo. I'm going high. Anyway, loved yesterday's fireworks. But last year's was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier, I blame you. =P Next year must gimmie ticket for parade. I don't &lt;em&gt;care&lt;/em&gt;. Hmphs! -insert irritated face-. Oh well, that's all. ((; Tata people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loadsaluv; matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115518112773770672?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115518112773770672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115518112773770672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115518112773770672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115518112773770672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-boredddd-didnt-get-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115495772810873670</id><published>2006-08-07T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:46.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lucky day ah? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Wenn Hon you are freaking funny. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Today morning was like the same. Except Marcellus sent me the cuppycake song and Truely Madly Deeply to my handphone. -.-' Buzzzzz! =DD Must get him to download more songs into his handphone and then send me xD Muhaahahah!! -laughs at idea. -.-' Damn, I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School past like insignificantly. Nothing much happened. Until during break time while we wait for Lin Lao Shi to pick us up to go for Chinese supplementry lessons. First off was Javier and I pulling shuai ge(aka Eng Leong)'s bag. ((: Very fun. I don't know why people like to bully my shuai ge you know. -insert angry face. Bahahhas. Inside joke, inside jokeeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran when I caught sight of Hong Wei. )): He's scary. JAVIER! Must help me ah. (; Poor Wenn Hon, Yu Min had to go off to Mrs Chin's class till 2.30PM. So he only got so sit with her for a miserable half an hour. xD DAMN I'm &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Javier. XD Ahahas. Because, duh, the girls won't sit with me. Yu Min and Cheryl are gone. So yeah, I sat with Javier behind Duncan Di. ((: Felt sibeh awkward. "It's like, we're the only guy-girl sitting together." "Hahas. Yalor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn Hon kena isolated by Lin Lao Shi. =DD YAY! I made him sit next to Javier. Then Marcellus got caught for playing handphone games. -.-' Silly billy! =PpPpPp Always lidat. xD Erhms. OH YEAH! Yu Min and Cheryl arrives. Since Wenn Hon's other seat was empty, I practically &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; Yu Min sit there and Cheryl sit on my other side.((: Then I said to Wenn Hon, "Eh, Wenn Hon. Happy ah? -wink wink, snicker snicker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ought to have romance you know!" he replied. HAHAHS. I cracked, I seriously did. I would've ROFL-ed if I were not scared of Lin Lao Shi sending me to Woodbridge. Whahas. Then I said, "Yeah yeah." "Yoz Javier. Our lucky day ah?" he said to Javier. Yu Min and I looked at each other and sighed. Both of them so lame. Hahs. But I think Yu Min and Wenn Hon like bu pei lehhs. -insert thinking face- Hmms.  But they like each other ohkay already. BUT THEY DON'T  WANT TO STEAD. Like ZOMG. WHYYYY)): Eh actually Wenn Hon and Yu Min / Javier and my relationship not the same. ((: Wenn Hon and Yu Min is --&gt; good friends and got chance of becoming stead. Javier and me is --&gt; good friends and just good friends. No future de. =DD So don't go spouting nonsense, dears. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda OUT!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I think I'm spending too much time with Flooper.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Yeahhs, Flooper, the lagsana was HEAVEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115495772810873670?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115495772810873670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115495772810873670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115495772810873670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115495772810873670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lucky-day-ah-d-hahas_07.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115495771774070320</id><published>2006-08-07T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:46.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lucky day ah? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Wenn Hon you are freaking funny. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Today morning was like the same. Except Marcellus sent me the cuppycake song and Truely Madly Deeply to my handphone. -.-' Buzzzzz! =DD Must get him to download more songs into his handphone and then send me xD Muhaahahah!! -laughs at idea. -.-' Damn, I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School past like insignificantly. Nothing much happened. Until during break time while we wait for Lin Lao Shi to pick us up to go for Chinese supplementry lessons. First off was Javier and I pulling shuai ge(aka Eng Leong)'s bag. ((: Very fun. I don't know why people like to bully my shuai ge you know. -insert angry face. Bahahhas. Inside joke, inside jokeeeee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran when I caught sight of Hong Wei. )): He's scary. JAVIER! Must help me ah. (; Poor Wenn Hon, Yu Min had to go off to Mrs Chin's class till 2.30PM. So he only got so sit with her for a miserable half an hour. xD DAMN I'm &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Javier. XD Ahahas. Because, duh, the girls won't sit with me. Yu Min and Cheryl are gone. So yeah, I sat with Javier behind Duncan Di. ((: Felt sibeh awkward. "It's like, we're the only guy-girl sitting together." "Hahas. Yalor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn Hon kena isolated by Lin Lao Shi. =DD YAY! I made him sit next to Javier. Then Marcellus got caught for playing handphone games. -.-' Silly billy! =PpPpPp Always lidat. xD Erhms. OH YEAH! Yu Min and Cheryl arrives. Since Wenn Hon's other seat was empty, I practically &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; Yu Min sit there and Cheryl sit on my other side.((: Then I said to Wenn Hon, "Eh, Wenn Hon. Happy ah? -wink wink, snicker snicker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ought to have romance you know!" he replied. HAHAHS. I cracked, I seriously did. I would've ROFL-ed if I were not scared of Lin Lao Shi sending me to Woodbridge. Whahas. Then I said, "Yeah yeah." "Yoz Javier. Our lucky day ah?" he said to Javier. Yu Min and I looked at each other and sighed. Both of them so lame. Hahs. But I think Yu Min and Wenn Hon like bu pei lehhs. -insert thinking face- Hmms.  But they like each other ohkay already. BUT THEY DON'T  WANT TO STEAD. Like ZOMG. WHYYYY)): Eh actually Wenn Hon and Yu Min / Javier and my relationship not the same. ((: Wenn Hon and Yu Min is --&gt; good friends and got chance of becoming stead. Javier and me is --&gt; good friends and just good friends. No future de. =DD So don't go spouting nonsense, dears. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda OUT!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I think I'm spending too much time with Flooper.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Yeahhs, Flooper, the lagsana was HEAVEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115495771774070320?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115495771774070320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115495771774070320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115495771774070320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115495771774070320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lucky-day-ah-d-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115478454071586354</id><published>2006-08-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pickypennythepalepynkprincesspenguin! I just got my laptop to unfreeze from the north pole! So, HI!! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm bored. And I hate Hong Wei. )): Hmphhs. DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT GUY. RAWRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to talk about already la. Why ah? Like so little... Hmms. Oh! I'm watching Karinnnn. Wei Zhang just left. And I got a new handphone. Wow!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-' Dang. Shall blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115478454071586354?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115478454071586354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115478454071586354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115478454071586354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115478454071586354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-heres-pickypennythepalepynkprinc.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115450158084442126</id><published>2006-08-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:45.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lalallalaalaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out I haven't been blogging for &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt;. Well, some of the things that happened these few days that I haven't blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO YOUTH ON SUNDAY. Sob sob sob. Damn sian. Then kena scolded by Angie. Whatever(!) can? Blahh. Tell Clara la. Wah lan. Ohkay luhhs, you break your hand, I don't argue with you. But looking at my SMSes and then taking pictures and dropping my handphone onto the &lt;em&gt;wooden&lt;/em&gt; floor?! Wtf! The whole battery just. Slipped. And poof! That day while eating, my whoooole phone jammed. Thanks a whole lot, Clara. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much happened on Sunday la, actually. Hahaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday... Hmm. OH YEAH.(: Wenn Hon and WL fought in class. -.-' Oh GEEZ. 6/9 people, I know... (NOT AGAIN, WL YOU ^$#^@@$#%%!@#^%$% ATTENTION-SEEKER!) Hahahs. Oh then, since Wenn Hon was sitting next to me, when WL actually swept Wenn Hon's pencil case away, I was being hit by a shower of pens. Hahas. ((: Wah lan. I kena hit by WL lors. KNNCCB! ):&lt; Ohkay, not hit by him. But the part when he slammed the metal of the table onto the floor, next to my table. My leg now fucking pain. The ankle there. @!%$#^$%$&amp;amp; KNNCCB again!!! ):&lt; Wenn Hon also got fault la. Keep egging him on to fight. Like what. "WAH! Very strong hor! I very scareddd!" in that fake baby tone. -.-' Ended up pushing Wenn Hon away from WL. Almost got hit again. -.-' Finally I just contented myself by sitting on my chair and tugging on Wenn Hon's PE shirt, urging him to stop. Hahas. Everything stopped when Mrs Lim came in. -.-' Oh geez. I actually wanted to see them fight. =X Just let me go to the back of the class or something first. xD No la, just joking. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today PE, badminton. AGAIN. I was practically owning Yu Min and Cheryl. The silly 2 against 1 thing. Hahas. So was Eng Leong. So I was playing in two courts. One was Eng Leong(SHUAI GE! XD) and me against See Yee and someone else, and another is me and Yu Min and Cheryl. Then halfway through the lesson, Wenn Hon butted in. Made me lose like siao. I STILL WON MAN.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book called Storky. Damn, so... Bad. lols! Shouldn't have borrowed from Cheng Sin. YES! Cheng Sin! Not that I borrowed it, I made Claudia borrow for me indirectly. Don't take it too hard, ya? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a new URL. Hmms. What should it be? How about&lt;br /&gt;http://taint'd-.blogspot.com ? Quite nice hor. Or maybe http://-taint'd.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;How about http://taint'd.blogspot.com ? Choices. !!&lt;br /&gt;Is ' even allowed? Hahas&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115450158084442126?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115450158084442126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115450158084442126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115450158084442126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115450158084442126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lalallalaalaa-i-just-found-out-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115417912391416523</id><published>2006-07-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:45.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tuition.. -.-'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very weird tuition session man. Like, he came. I wasn't at home. I was at the traffic light waiting for him. Lols! -.-' Then my doggie was like, barking at him. Hahas! -.-' And crap. We did like, alot of work. Lots of bhb conversation while doing work. But I did learn alot from Shawn laa. (: Alot of laughter also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just at around 8o'clock. Fireworks! )): Today's preview. Was damn pissed. Hahas. Didn't get to go down. Guess what Shawn did. He drew fireworks. -.-' Quite lame la. But was laughing like siao. Hahas. Then I told him to draw me crying, 'cause I didn't get to go down and watch the fireworks. Lalaas. Funniest thing was he was trying to charge his laptop. Then the whole time, the switch position was at the wrong side. -.-' Please! Haiyos. In the end, never even charge. I laughed at him. XD Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out today! ): Oh well, I did. Then fucking Parkway's air-con so cold. I was wearing Wild Wave short shorts and was freezing. I complained that my nose was falling off. Hehes. I didn't buy anything la! ): &lt; Then went to Mac first. Bought hot fudge sundae for Daddy and me. I put it on the table already. Then I was walking past, Daddy took the sundae, and he dropped it. I repeat &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; dropped it! ):&lt; Irritating! Then my mom was like, blaming me. I went "WTF! My fault?! Like shit la!" Not my fault whats. Damnit. Rawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Slide along Side by Shifty! (: One love, one shot,that's all we ever gotttt.(: And Hey Juliet also. LMNT de. Sooo nice!(: Yayness, Jen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115417912391416523?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115417912391416523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115417912391416523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115417912391416523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115417912391416523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115408767563641129</id><published>2006-07-28T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:45.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;screw chinese oral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOUUU. RAWRRRR. #^!^%$#^$#^%!$@# &lt;br /&gt;Ah? Sorry, my keys suddenly went into a frenzy of excitment. -.-' Like real. ARGH. SCREW CHINESE ORAL. IM SOOOOO DEAD. LIN LAO SHI IS SOOOO GONNA KILL ME! DIE DIE DIE. GAH! #@%!$#^#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk. Or... weirded out Chinese oral is acceptable? =X Geez. Next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwennydarlyn is sick!): Aiyoos, Gwenny, take care of yourself. (: Don't let Felly and Muhhtilleh worry w0rxX!Goshh. Lols! Baa baa. =DDDDD Damnit, I'm high. I don't even know whyyyy! (: -.0 OOH nice face. xD GODFUCKINGDAMNIT. MATILDA STOP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about. Just that my Gwennydarlyn gave me a prettyish wallet.(: GWENNYDARL I LOVE YOUUUU. ^^ -.-' Anyway, today nothing much happened in school. Just that Youfu and WennHon went to Grandlink play LAN. -.-' Kp. Lucky I never sabo them lor. xD No laa, I won't. I where got this evil de. Then, Ree Kee made me treat him mango. Which I didn't. =P Who ask him come back so late. =P Then kicked Quan Min like siao. Who ask him. Irritate me first. I kicked Marcus, like accidently or something. Then he kicked me back. So, fair. Then Quan Min try to kick me. I kicked him. Twice. He went limping to the benches. LOLS! =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like Beany. ): Rawr. Nothing much to talk about already, right? Lols. More later, perhaps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. BRYAN TAN. I HAVE GOTTEN OVER HIM. SO SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115408767563641129?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115408767563641129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115408767563641129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115408767563641129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115408767563641129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/screw-chinese-oral-screw-youuu.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115389626162083432</id><published>2006-07-25T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:45.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why so weird de!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about a person. And that person, is once again... YOU! (: The only girl(besides me) in our class who reads my blog. Or so I think so. YOU! Who was best friend from P3 till... A month ago? Don't know, don't care also. XD Yeah, on with her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl said that YOU banged her table, together with Moronic Person 1- also known as MP1 ( I STILL MP3 AH! =D) from now on- then smiled(?!) at her. Like... ^.- What?! You want can bang and then stalk off like some princessy spoilt brat or not?!! Like that, later the other MPs think you are a traitor/betrayer. Machiam Yu Min and Cheryl laa. -.-' Pleaseee. So is either, you on their side, or on our side. Oh and. Tell that start with W that girl ah, that she can stop talking rot about me already. What stupid, Matilda is acting like that because she needs friends. Only one month later she will change already. Like what the hell ah! I where got change? They like me(umm? o.O bhb!XD) for who I am. And not who I'm trying to be. I haven't changed. And I don't intend to. Even if I am going to, I'm gonna listen to Jason. Change for my secondary school friends. Not for you guys. Because I'd be with you for a few more months. And then I'm free to fly. Of course, I won't say bye to Yu Min and Cheryl and just fly la. I'll... Keep in touch. Tee hee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said on YOUR blog, don't grr at me. No use de. Either you shut up, or argue in front of me/in school. I don't mind de. I will have backup. Especially dummie. Stupid dummie. xP And what's with MP2? (LAN PEH! PEOPLE MP4 ALREADY. YOU STILL MP2. HAHAHAHAS-.-') So long betrayer? Wtfs. o.O Yu Min, don't worry. Matilda the &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; will back you up. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must start packing up the stuffs I owe YOU for the past few years. I think most of them are strewn around the house. And must forget to buy Jie Ying her present. ): Aiyo, I got such a good present in mind already. Don't give people, so saddening. ): Sorry lor Jie Ying. 'Cause you won't be receiving it. Since you won't be even accepting it. BAH! WHATEVER=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reekee sucks. Bryan sucks. All the MPs suck. Including YOU suck. MP actually excludes Jie Ying. Really don't want to hate her. ): Don't wanttt. Anyway, REEKEE SUCKS! RAWR RAWR RAWRRR. Only know how to hit people. Very pain de ohkay! Gahhh! Bryan sucks too. Because he never help me beat Jia Jun and Reekee. Oh, and Jia Jun sucks three. xD He hit my head for no reason. Always like that. So ah, Shawn, if you ever tutor me again, and then scold me for being stupid, remember alot of guys like to hit my head de. So, yeah. Not my fault. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. Nothing much already. Just almost got caught for playing handphone. Whatever can. -.-' Pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115389626162083432?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115389626162083432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115389626162083432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115389626162083432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115389626162083432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-so-weird-de-im-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115382898687783716</id><published>2006-07-25T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:44.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whoo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((: I don't know laa. But I'd rather believe that Cheryl and Yu Min are really my friends. If their not, so be it. I don't care. XD I can live without them. But I'd rather them with me. Today's happenings. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, nothing much luh. Just the rest of the girls still hating me like crazy and crap. Not that I care though. After school, Yu Min and Cheryl finally 'forgave' me and like, yay! So, we're 'friends'. Jie Ying was so uptight about this. As they walked past as, she yelled, "Jian huo!" which meant lousy... goods? Lols! -.-' That's a direct translation. It sorta means, you're not a good enough friend or something to Yu Min. Then I got damn irritated. We didn't make any trouble. They were the ones who took on us first. What I yelled back? : Takes one to know one. Not good enough, yeah I know, my evil master in ownage, but yeah. And YOU- yes YOU. The only girl who reads my blog. I think you're lousy. Lousy as in, lousy. It's either you argue in open, or just fucking shut your face. Hah. You think very pro meh? Gossip in private with that other girl? -.-' I think I'm supposed to be impressed. And, taking a leaf from Agnetta, YOU can choose to react... Or shut your fucked up face. I cannot stand it already. What "we just have to go with the flow!" on the first day when the others tried to run away from us. Oh please, you guys discussed it already. Lousy, filthy hypocrite. That's what I think of you. And, you should know, after being my best friend for four years, that I can easily own all of you guys hands down. Without any help. If verbal fight, then yes. I'll win you. Literally fight ah. Ask my guy friends. I'm sure they'll love to help once I say please. And of course, my darling dummie. (: Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must split paragraph. God knows how long I can go on about YOU. Can YOU kindly tell the rest of them to argue with me openly. I don't care who sees/hears. I want this out in the open. What? I'm too ashamed/scared to tell others of what is happening in my life? Excuse me, my perfect retards, I have told alot of people. Trust me, Agnetta, Lijie, Jason, even Thow. (If I'm not wrong) So you'd better stop spouting nonsense, WY. I'm not saying who. After all, you guys know who you are. And Jie Ying, I don't wish to hate you. You were an even greater friend than Shu Wei for the past few weeks before we 'argued'. So, yeah. Just... shut up. That's what I want. Argh. Even if I argue with you, I won't hate you laa. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I can't go for BFY outing already laa. Silly billy Shawn. ): Don't allow me to go. Stupid tuition laa. Hmphss. So much for first impression, you scarey man. +P Matilda hates you. xD Nah, I don't. I not so mean. Just joking, Shawn. Lalala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnetta, why you never go BF?! ): Matilda miss youuuuu. ^^ Lots of people do too. Like Jen and Ethel. They've been asking where you've been. Hope you go to BF on Wednesday. (: Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Gotta go watch ABC DJ and Maggie and Me. (: Wahahhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115382898687783716?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115382898687783716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115382898687783716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115382898687783716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115382898687783716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoo-i-dont-know-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115372372028275249</id><published>2006-07-23T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:44.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TEMASEK SEC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Matilda comes. Look out ah! =P No laa. I doubt I can even go in.. ): BUT I WANT TO. Whoas. So freaking cool. Sec 3s can go to M'sia for a week with teachers? Double whoa! Chocolate day? TRIPLE WHOA! (: Sooo cool! The person who came to talk to us speaks nice nice English too! ^^ Oh goshhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the no posts. My mother banned me from the computer. Pooh! -.-' Oh well, Wei Yee is a loser.(: She just went back to the other group of girls. Eh, what's so good about QT anyway ah? Kind and nice, yeah but... Stickwitu forever QT! the motto? O.O So... despo? Blah blah blah. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to BF yesterday. ^^ Very fun! (: Hahas. Ethel, Eugenia, Jen and I went to LJS to eat! Yhums! But Jen and I ate Ruffles before this. Stupid Jen, went to buy two three piece meal. Like please, I can't finish! Bodoh. In the end, gave Sophia. Wahahas! She didn't eat it anyway. -.-' Bah. Then Jasmine started talking about scoliosis. Damn. Really scary. I damn scared I have to go through the same thing as her. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; I don't want a $@!^%$%#@ brace as well. Ew! You know how much that weighs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I WENT TO THOW'S BLOG! Who's fish? I wanna know who fish is!!! Hahas! Hilarious man! Sweety wittle thowie? LOLS! Damn it, I laugh too much. -.-' BUT STILL, SWEETY WITTLE THOWIE! ROFL. WAHAHHAHSA. Eh, laugh leh... Hey, LAUGH YOU !#%$#@! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalas, on with my BF thingeh. So had to do a discussion of volunteerism. Didn't speak up much. But then Lena said, "Ohkay, we spliting up in groups!" before we started and then I hid at the back of the wall. Lena then announced the people in the groups. Soon, she said, "Matilda-" I was hiding behind the wall, in case you forgot, trying to make Lena forget I'm there. XD Then when she said my name, I yelled, "I'm not here!!!" -.-' I can be so stupid sometimes. I seriously didn't say that on purpose! -.-' Then she said, "Matilda and gang." I was about to reply, "I have no gang!" until we were shuffled off to the big big group. Wahhaas. Then, alot alot of stuffs going on for BFY soon. Teppanyaki dinner, Tulip day(!!) Wei Zhang's(correct spelling right?? Someone correct me if I'm wrong) carnival. Ohkay, so not his carnival. His selling the tickets though. ^^ So I bought like, one! Lols! The funniest thing happened in BF that day. When we were about to leave, WZ was like, "Eh Matilda, you this year PSLE right?" Then I said, "Ya... ^.-" Then he said, "Oh, then you want me give you tuition anot?" or something. I almost spit out my Pokka lemon tea. Lols! WZ?! Give tuition?! Goshhs, who would ever imagine him giving tuition man. Totally unbelievable. So untuitioncher-ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols! Wakakaka. Whatever already. Muahha! Wish me best of luck for my stupid Prelim oral! Weeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the song Passing On the Passion! So niceeee can?! (Why cannot? Huh? ):&lt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115372372028275249?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115372372028275249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115372372028275249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115372372028275249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115372372028275249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/temasek-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115338611843544687</id><published>2006-07-20T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:44.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bob to the top!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to... bob bob bob bob to the top! WHAHHS. I loooove high school musical. Ohkay? You gotta agree with me. Like duhs! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yee is one two faced snake. I don't care what you want to report to Jie Ying and crap, you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; who you are. Today, she, Yu Min and Cheryl came to find me in the library, saying they got freaking pissed off by Gina's behavior. I was like, hah. You think you saw the worst of her behaviour? Please, who's the one always sitting behind her? Attitude-d. Cannot stand it. Oh well, back to my story. After Yu Min, Cheryl and Wei Yee complained to me, we became 'friends'. Just now, Wei Yee instant messaged me. Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Me: y0z.&lt;br /&gt;Her: sry i cant talk to you already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: erhhs. ohkayys?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Sorry about tht&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Because Gina hated me. Then jy say she's gonna forgive me, if I don't talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Her: but i can talk to you on msn. you better not tell them or i cannot even talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Me: why don't you just don't talk to me at all?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was positively fuming. I fought the urge to yell at her, "WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING CRAWL BACK TO JIE YING THEY ALL AND CRY, SAYING THAT I BULLIED YOU YOU TWO FACED FUCKED UP SNAKE. I'D RATHER YOU NOT TALK TO ME... EVER. I DON'T NEED YOUR FRIENDSHIP MOTHER FUCKER SLUT!" Of course I shut up. She invited me to Bejewled. God fucking damnit. Don't you know something called popcapdotcom?! GEEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Happy birthday, my lovely sister! Had to go down and carry her big meh meh that her friends bought for her. Hahas. She was carrying a box of stuffs. I think the taxi driver must have thought she got retrenched or something. Wahhaas. Seriously! She looked so... Retrenchy. Lols! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Agnetta, if you're reading this, cheer up ohkay? (: Don't take it too hard. I love you. You know many other people do too! As the song goes, always look on the bright side of lifeeee. -tries to whistle. Oh well. =D Hope you checked your purse. xP A very lame but effective(if I do say so myself. xP) way to make you smile? Muahhas. Oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm closing down my blog soon and go for some stupid old paper book diary thing again. You know, the ones we all had during Primary one or something? (I FOUND MY P1 DIARY OHKAY! One of the entry went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Dear dairy(YES! dairy!!),&lt;br /&gt;Today, Shermanye refuse to give me the basketball. I hate her! so irritating! and then she follows me around everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all. Hahas. Wtf am I talking about. -.-' Rawr. BACK TO WHY I'M CLOSING MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because... There's soon to be something called &lt;em&gt;regulated blogs&lt;/em&gt;. I know, many of you will go. Yeah, we know. Like duh! But a minority of you guys will go, O.O WTF!? REALLY?! LIKE ZOMGWTFBBQ!!! Word of caution to people: If you don't want to get some warning letter or something, close your blogs. Nothing left to see. Unless. You want to continue writing. But.. You have to write like an eight year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.G.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to &lt;s&gt;work&lt;/s&gt; school. My &lt;s&gt;boss&lt;/s&gt; teacher gave me a &lt;s&gt;promotion&lt;/s&gt; lollipop. So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahp, that's how you have to go.(: Off to tuition already. Tata, people. Love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115338611843544687?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115338611843544687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115338611843544687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115338611843544687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115338611843544687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/bob-to-top-we-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115321236918158229</id><published>2006-07-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:43.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier, all your fault laa!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just joking old man. Freaking pissed by Mdm Toh. Like wtfs, Javier help me draw tesellation cannot ah? Who's the teacher that didn't even teach that topic? RAWRRRR!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy. Library actually opens at the time when I need it. =D I LOVE YOU LIBRARY. I'M GONNA STICKWITU TILL PSLE!!! =D Shu Wei Shu Wei Shu Wei!!! Matilda wants to know where to buy that thick thick handphone strap. Matilda likes. I ain't copying you lorrr, Lijie. Really prettaye. (: Someone buy for my birthday! Kinda belated but, yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU FINALLY TALKED TO ME, SHU WEI. LIKE OMFG, LOOK, THE COWS ARE FLYING!!! =D Mdm Toh stared at my socks today. Short luh short luh. Not happy mehhh. Bahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beany the Lion offered to give me dicey stars. I mean, starry dices. Whatever. Wahahaha. Damn it, am I high, or what. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to blog about already, I think. Just that Wei Yee is trying to make me jealous about Jie Ying giving Shu Wei and Wei Yee the thick thick, nice nice, phone strap and didn't give it to me. So whatever. Hahas. I just think it's awesome. So cute can! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115321236918158229?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115321236918158229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115321236918158229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115321236918158229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115321236918158229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/gah-javier-all-your-fault-laa-p-nah.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115312710230667044</id><published>2006-07-17T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:43.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;__________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up from a nice nap so don't blame me if I record anything kinda wrongly/out of the point. Oh well, it's my blog anyway. You can't stop me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;u&gt;shopping&lt;/u&gt; with Lijie!!! As you can imagine, big big blast. (: Just... Not enough money. xP Last time was like, $50 and woosh! Spent it all. But now, like $30 and then spent like $26 only. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was high high high, higher than cloud nine when my clock rang 12 o'clock. I set the alarm. Duhs? Blah blah blah, people wish me happy birthday yay! Ohkay, then Lijie bragged she saw Gayle. Very pretty and short. =X Walked to Singapore Post. Nothing to buy cannnn? Walked into This Fashion though. Top damn nice. (: But not worth the price it was selling for. Tried to find LJS because got this &lt;em&gt;dua dua &lt;/em&gt;advertisment on the sliding door. Tempting! -licks lips. But couldn't find the stupid place. -.-' Settled for KFC. Yhums!! Drank a large largeeee pepsi and we set off for Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overshot by a few stops 'cause birthday girl lazy to go down the bus. =P Kena scolded by Lijie when we walked back to Parkway. Blehhs! Dived into 7-11 and opened every freezer door in hope of cool air. But the stuff all packed too tightly together, so no nice, cool air came out. Haiis! ): Yay! Parkway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkway consisted of Topshop, the Rusty shop guy(&lt;3!), other cute guys, MPH and Scoopz ice-cream float/Ice-cream In Between. Goshhs. So sinful!!! Went to Chameleon too. I bought loadsa stuffs. And then Lijie, as usual, didn't buy anything. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by to try out the well-known skinny jeans!! Ooh lala. I think those people waiting outside the changing rooms are sad. =P We made them wait oh so long. =P Took turns to run in and out, get clothes and stuffs. But on the third round when I told Lijie to put the jeans back (LOVE THE THREE QUARTER ONES!), got a few girls waiting outside. We reluctantly went out of the changing room. Sigh sigh. ): Matilda wants that pink Piglet shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to BF, Rong Han tell Rong Hui my birthday, then got the song dedicated to me. Lols! Matilda feels special!(: But Rong Han got no exception, on my &lt;u&gt;birthday&lt;/u&gt;  also must mess my hair. Hardee har har. =D Went to Auntie Angie's house too and got stuck with a bitch and a guy who doesn't know what duh means. -.-' Like, WTFS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115312710230667044?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115312710230667044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115312710230667044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115312710230667044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115312710230667044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-woke-up-from-nice-nap-so-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115312619050321630</id><published>2006-07-17T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:43.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;_______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little groggy. Just woke up from a nice nap(BY MY MOTHER who turned on the television to fucking loudly). Forgive me for any wrong info. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Went&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115312619050321630?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115312619050321630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115312619050321630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115312619050321630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115312619050321630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-groggy.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115298026230853795</id><published>2006-07-15T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:43.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Happy birthday to Matilda, Gwenny, my mom and Leha's mom. Including everybody elseeeeee!!! (: SMS-es pouring in! Moreee!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115298026230853795?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115298026230853795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115298026230853795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115298026230853795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115298026230853795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-yay-happy-birthday-to-matilda.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115295927763785463</id><published>2006-07-15T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE MORE DAY! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad girl. I didn't go to Mr. Lee's (again), I argued with my Dad and I talked back at my Mom. Well, I do that all the time, so no difference. The difference between yesterday and today? Well, today is the 15th July. (-you. so?) So... TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY. WAHAHAHS. Presents, presents! (: But I got bad news though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwendah! ): I'm sorry! I don't think I'll be able to go to your party! Because I didn't go to Mr. Lee's. And then my Momma flared and said I couldn't go tomorrow. ): Oh well, I can go to BF though... I think. Whichever way, I still get presents... Right? Waahhas. People reading this, I want a birthday SMS/call on my handphone. Ohkays?! I'm staying up till 12am. AKA 16th July. Jie says she getting something for me. From K-ly! So cool! -rolls eyes. You &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;a href="OH!petita"&gt;http://ohpetita.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; thing? Yeah, that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I can't stand those fucking kids downstairs.  Damn noisy. Even when the music is blasting in my ears, I can hear them screaming some forgien language. I never learnt how to spell that word. I remember during a mini quiz, I copied the word from Javier. Wahahas. Goshs. THAT REMINDS ME! SKIT WRITING! Fuck fuck fuck.Tomorrow's supposed to be my day off! The nerve of Mdm Toh to give me extra work on my &lt;em&gt;birthday!&lt;/em&gt;. So mean! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that LKL(Lin lao shi. 6/9 people should know what LKL stands for. =D) also like that! Give one whole Chinese worksheet. THE NERVE OF TEACHERS NOWADAYS! Hais. To think that next time, the teachers will merely pat the students on their backs and shoo them off once the bell rang. No CCAs, no homework, no &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.... Hey! I can dream, can't I? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115295927763785463?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115295927763785463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115295927763785463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115295927763785463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115295927763785463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-day-d-ive-been-bad-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115286072108627203</id><published>2006-07-13T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:42.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hmms...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reekee said thanks today. HE ACTUALLY SAID THANKS. Like, zomg. He has &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; said thanks to me before... I think. Lolss. Oh well, its all because of my English worksheet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ah, he ask me what I want for my birthday. I said, "Go away luhhs." I STILL REMEMBER WHAT YOU AND THAT FUCKED UP RU YU DID OHKAYYSSSS. Chill Matilda, chill... Ohkay, then, he replied, "Fine! That's your birthday present. Go away!" -.-'' Uber lame can? Wahahs. Then I ask him go Parkway with me. Stupid lah, he got tuition. Bah! But, come to think of it, he'd probably not go to Parkway with me even if he didn't have tuition. -.-' Goshhs. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Parkway to get McDonalds. Nabeh, sibeh lonely can. Hahas. Next time often go Parkway buy lunch. EXTRA VALUE MEAL... $4.90 NIA! BARGAIN CANNN! Waahhahahs!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan, vice principal of Kong Hwa, came to 6/9 today. Not really shocking since Mdm Toh had already told us. Damnit, he'll be checking all of our papers you know! -reminds self to write neatly from now on. Shit lorrs. Haiis.Ah fuck, what's with the double letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIJIE! MATILDA WANTS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM YOU. THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT IS TO GO TO GWENDAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY WITH ME. OHHKAYYYY!?! =D Alternatively, how about a pink, pretty zen micro? =D Either of these two. Tee hee! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much liao, just that Mdm Toh told me to join a stupid mini skit-writing thang about good eye care habits/benifits of good eye care habits or something. Nooo idea. I finished the skit writing in like... 15 minutes? Lols! I've never written a skit before!!! &gt;.&lt; Goshhs, how?!!!  LIKE ZOMGWTFBBQ!!! I updated my Friendster. Oh wait, I said that before. Oh well.(: Wish me happy birthday on Sunday, 16th July. It's a date to remember ohkays? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, any good blogskin ideas? Can't do it now, guitar lesson soon. Guess Dave would realise my chords suck. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115286072108627203?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115286072108627203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115286072108627203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115286072108627203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115286072108627203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmms_13.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115277593652597843</id><published>2006-07-12T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:42.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whatever already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really getting used to the life of a loner. Hey, another 81days, I'll be alright!... I think. Till then, I'll just spend my recess mulling around in the library till I finish all the books. If the library's closed, then I'll just... Mix around the guys. I want you guys' friendship, but I don't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; it so badly, after I've come to think of it. The reason why I didn't think this way before was because I was usually the one who starts an arguement and then the girls finishes up for me. I shall spend no more time wanted thy friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out yesterday. Bryan said I had to study for my Chinese spelling because Lin Lao Shi walks around alot. I hurriedly dove for my spelling list and scribbled down the characters. Then, luckily, Bryan said, "Wait. Did he say something like, 'my eyes are like radar. can turn around 360 degrees!'?" I said no. He replied, "Good. Then he has not reached that stage yet. Can copy." Imagine how happy I was. Weeee!!! Immediately copied words down into a little cheat sheet. Probably got 95/100 or something. Forgot to copy &lt;em&gt;fang fu de fu&lt;/em&gt;. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, Hans today. Stupid woman teacher, whatever her name is, has commanded me not to sit next to Gwendah, Felly, Sing Yi, etc. Fuck her luh. Guess what. I don't care. I don't don't don'tttt care! See what you can do to me. Hmphs! -sits on seat and doesn't move. Hehes. =P Told Daddy not to pick me up today, 'cause I'm gonna be late if he does. =D Should I go to Gwendah's birthday party? -thinks. Choices. Sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw how Dilys look like! Dilys, what a cute name. (: I really love that name. AND I UPDATED MY FRIENDSTER PROFILE. GO SEE, GO SEE!!! =D Baa baa black sheep! Nah, I'm just joking. Oh, yeah. Lin lao shi walks around often, and I think he suspects me. Since I often dig into Javier's pencilbox for the cheat sheet. =P So, yeah. I think that's all. I need ideas for blogskin. Or I'm going on hiatus. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115277593652597843?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115277593652597843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115277593652597843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115277593652597843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115277593652597843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/whatever-already-maybe-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115268768209694482</id><published>2006-07-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:41.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nobody's home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the same thangs happening in school, just that Wei Yee is sorta standing on my side. =D And Jie Ying like, giving me a chance. At least she talked to me. But it was the irritated kinda talk. =D Hhahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Duncan di and I were crazy while queuing up for &lt;em&gt;lor mee&lt;/em&gt;. "We all have to laugh at ourselves once in a while. -pretends to hold mirror. BA AHAHAHHA! BAHAHHA!!" Lols. Copy Spongebob Squarepants. -.-' Stupid, I know. But damn funny. Then yesterday's episode, Spongebob went into the shape of Texas and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Patrick! What am I?"&lt;br /&gt;"Texas?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;"BHAHAHAHAHA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;-.-' Lols. (I dont don't like Texas. I'm just quoting from Spongebob. I'M AFRAID OF LAWYERS. DON'T SUE ME! PLEASEEE!! ) -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the craziness. I hope Jie Ying'll forgive me. And Shu Wei's going back to wearing kinda long socks. ): Oh, scratch that. I meant, sshuwei. =D &lt;s&gt;Shu Wei&lt;/s&gt; sshuwei, can we still be friends? I miss you and Jie Ying already. ): Like, many days ago, anyway. Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, GWENNY AND LEHA!!! I'm so so so so so so soooooo sorry I can't go for a double birthday party. ): No more tree of us. Yes, the TREE of us. =D So long never see Leha already! ): I miss youuuuuu. Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go there or to BF lehhhs. I don't knowwww! Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT ASK ME WHY I'M SAYING IT! Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee. Off I go, do my homework already, Mommy darling nagging. (: Baa baa black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115268768209694482?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115268768209694482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115268768209694482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115268768209694482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115268768209694482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/nobodys-home-i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115258091892388814</id><published>2006-07-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably nobody. Hah. I cannot live this kind of life. Reason why I didn't go to school today? Nah, I wasn't sick. I just couldn't get to sleep yesterday. Even if I did, it'll probably be like, 5 minutes  apiece and I get woken up by bad dreams and recollections of the happy times Jie Ying, Shu Wei, Wei Yee and I had together. Sadly, they all end up in sad endings. There were too many dreams, I can't remember them anymore. It's really stressful. The only thing I need now is for my mother to not understand me. She always doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to survive the rest of my P6 already. This would be affecting my grades. My English would most probably be reduced to talking like a complete moron. Although Wei Yee and Cheryl are making me feel a teeny bit better, I still can't understand why Jie Ying 'hates' me. Lijie said, "They don't even know the reason to detest you." Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me, don't make me change. And what did you say about the not changing part, Wei Yee? You saw me in hall, and I didn't change? Goodness, I never did anything in the hall, darling. How do you judge me with that? I never survived a single P6 recess without scolding some poor innocent little kid, except yesterday. Don't you guys understand what you're doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115258091892388814?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115258091892388814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115258091892388814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115258091892388814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115258091892388814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-am-i-kidding-probably-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115252760331699118</id><published>2006-07-10T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:41.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loner's life? hahahahas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've come to mention it, it's neither fun nor exhilarating. New, yes, but not my cup of tea. Ohoho, Shu Wei has not talked to me every since that conversation we had on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijie I love you man. (: Hahas. You are the best. (Together with Leha and Gwendah) Sighhs, how I wish you three were in my school. ): Because I'm sure Lijie would love Leha and Gwendah, though Leha thinks I'm too cheenah. =P I SO am not ohkay. (: Oh and, Shu Wei's personal nickname- yes yes ima cb fren. - Ohoho, I duwanna contradict you but how you be a cb friend? If you're a cb to somebody, then you can't be that person's friend right? Wahahas. And if you were directing that to me, darling, I don't want you to be my cb friend. Hahs. It's either friend, or fiend. =D Anyway, on with my loner life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without friends quite weird, like nothing to blog about. Whahas. Except in class luh. In class, Javier and I were passing notes and then spacing out while Lin Lao Shi talks. xD LIN LAO SHI DIDN'T SCOLD ME TODAY! Surprise, surprise. =D I tell you, like, whoa, Jie Ying hates me a vengeful spirit. Eh, today I use alot of good good good vocabulary right? HAHAS!!! Shit, I'm high. And I hope I'm sick. So tomorrow cannot go school. Spent the whole time at the library anyway. ): Damn sian. And I don't know how to like, survive, break time tomorrow. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wei, Matilda sad! I thought you said you gonna give me answer? In the end, answer also don't have. Dahhhhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115252760331699118?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115252760331699118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115252760331699118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115252760331699118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115252760331699118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/loners-life-hahahahas-now-ive-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115244578836035215</id><published>2006-07-09T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:40.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thanks guys(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lijie, thanks Gwendah, thanks everyone who tried to make me feel better. And thanks Jason. (: I love you all guys alot. Really, a big big big thanks. -hugs everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm in no position to like, complain and stuff. But, if you were me, and then you try to ask the 'friends' to give you a chance, and they don't, and then they spout nonsense about me lying and stuffs. Fine, I know I'm fucking bitchy, but since you liked me before, I haven't changed. I think you were the people who changed. And what the hell? I told Shu Wei that I thought she was the mastermind?! Like, omgwtfbbq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Shu Wei, she said she told Jie Ying that Jason thought she was the mastermind. (Jason, you said something like that. Something like, 'you think Shu Wei is the mastermind?' so, just quoting you. Sorry man.) And then Jie Ying went to tell Wei Yee &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; said Shu Wei was the mastermind! Like, wtf?! See, I was NOT lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I was at Buddhist Fellowship, my handphone was not always with me. After the time Agnetta(BRAT!=p) confiscated my handphone because I was sms-ing while in the talk, I put my handphone in the bag, which was at BF's office. (I got people that can be my witness!!!) Jen's my witness. 'Cause, I remembered, when Rong Hui asked us to donate a little amount to Venerable's monastry, (OH SHIT! I FORGOT TO DONATE. BLESS THE COWS. AHH!!!) Jen said, "Donate our phone!" I replied, "Hahas, you wish! Moreover, my phone not even here. Nor is my wallet!" See see see see see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point. The point is that Cheryl sms-ed me, and said that they don't wanna friend me anymore (YES JASON YES. I KNOW THAT'S CHILDISH BUT WHATEVER!) because I ignored them. So I explained la! Wah lan, I kenna accused many times already. And then since when I said Wei Yee spoil Shu Wei and my friendship?!Ta ma de! Kanina chaochibai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Agnetta today. Found out she also 'loner'. Lols! Damn shocked. Hais, but her's different laa. Sians can? ): Not blogging anymore. Too depressed. Sighss. Oh fuck. Must listen to Lijie. Don't get depressed! (: (: Always look on the bright side of life. -whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing, BF Youth rocks!(: And... I detest Thow(for now) for two reasons!&lt;br /&gt;1) he changed his glasses. Bah! (Why you go break your glassesss. Clumsy. =P)&lt;br /&gt;2) He refuses to play any other song other than two songs. (I think Thow the Jukebox is spoilt. AHahhahas!!! Thow the Jukebox. Wahahahah!!!!!! -rofl!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee, alrighty, must go prepare for school already. Or &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; I going to school? -mischevious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115244578836035215?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115244578836035215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115244578836035215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115244578836035215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115244578836035215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-guys-thanks-lijie-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115235013653032725</id><published>2006-07-08T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:40.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>matilda is just sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115235013653032725?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115235013653032725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115235013653032725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115235013653032725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115235013653032725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/matilda-is-just-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115225137423056901</id><published>2006-07-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:40.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really understand what Thow said about the Friendship is gold thing. I used to think that was bullshit. Because I took my friends for granted. But now, I really don't get a chance to even take them for granted. Surprise! Majority of my friends are guys. I think I have seriously &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; female friends in my class already. I feel so heartbroken ohkay? Even Shu Wei's ganging up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wei, I just wanna tell you, like what I told you in the SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me what 3 years of best friendship did to you. I really didn't expect you to do this to me. It really takes many years to trust someone but the trust can be broken, in just a second. Don't ask me to change. I can't. I'm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia and Elaine saw me crying a little in bus. They asked me what happened. I didn't wanna say. I just said that now I understand how important friends are. Though it's really sad that suddenly, just all the girls in 6/9 just 'whoaed!' at me. So it's really shocking and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened today. Nothing, seriously nothing happy. So I'm signing off here. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Javier asked what I wanted for my birthday. I said friends. [/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT2] Oh, and thanks Jason, for hearing me cry and whine. (: What a friend. ^^ [/EDIT2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115225137423056901?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115225137423056901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115225137423056901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115225137423056901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115225137423056901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappointed-i-really-understand-what.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115216616195652657</id><published>2006-07-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:40.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hate my class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now I do. Because of fucking stupid people, like Quan Min and Marcus. But Eng Leong and Javier etc make my class nice. I guess evil always overpowers good, then. Sigh. I'll tell you what Quan Min did, that lousy faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school bus auntie gave all the p6s a keychain(uber cute!) since we were 'leaving' her by the end of this year. I think it's very sweet, and one thing I can't stand is people spoiling the things that are very precious to me. Ohkay, I know, keychain only, BIG DEAL! Let me tell you, yes, it IS a big deal. Quan Min, that fucking fucked up asshole, broke my keychain. I swear he's gonna suffer. Does he have a handphone? Because I will smash it. And then trip him so he falls, spoil he stuffs. Overall, just make him suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss 4/4. Even though Jun Zhao, Dion and I are not very good friends now, I still miss 4/4. I'd much prefer to go back in time, study harder, get into the same class as either of them and then be happy instead of being in 6/9, being threatened by 6/10 girls(double faggots who can't own me) I know, many happy happy (-smiles) memories in 6/9, I still love 4/4 the most. Love you 4/4 people. (: Keep rockin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much already, just waiting for my maid to bring back KFC. Yay!! Hans today, sianns. TOMORROW GUITAR LESSON. HAHAAHAHAHS. SO HAPPY CANNNN(:&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, must tell Mommy to put money for Dave. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115216616195652657?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115216616195652657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115216616195652657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115216616195652657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115216616195652657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-my-class-yeah-now-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115209965329692205</id><published>2006-07-05T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:39.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Germany lost. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIS! Matilda sad sad. ): Why?!!!! Why why why why why why whyyyyyy. Matilda SAD SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lin lao shi is FUCKING insane. Out of his mind luh! Pretend he is funny, and then haolians he got handphone. What, "Wo zai ge ni men yi ge ji hui. bu ran, wo jiu sms gei ni de fu mu.(i give you all one more chance. if not, i'll sms your parents!)" Hello, uncle... You heard of &lt;em&gt;calling&lt;/em&gt; anot? =.= Pathetic. Then is not even MY fault some more leh!!! Rawrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he said Xu lao shi needed the purple, Chinese book. I practically &lt;em&gt;overturned&lt;/em&gt; all the books in my house (shut up, it's not funny, 6/9 people.) and I still could not find it. So I told Lin today, he said that he wants the book by tomorrow. I was like. What the hell? I go buy book, must at least Saturday or Sunday mah. You think my parents don't need to work meh? Then he irritated, blah blah, crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to recess, started grumbling and then Glenn told me that he found my book(!) behind the cupboards. I was like omg omg omg! Glenn Lai! Thank you thank you thank you!!! and that's probably the first time I smiled to him. Wahahas. And it's like a quick 'yeah' smile. Ahahaha! Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking guitar lessons. (: So happy. Weeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenny, Leha's mother, my mother, Gwenny's father and my birthday is coming in ELEVEN DAYS! So be sure to wish us happy birthday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115209965329692205?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115209965329692205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115209965329692205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115209965329692205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115209965329692205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115181502453438923</id><published>2006-07-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:39.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sad matches):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais! Brasil and England both lost. ): But I thought Brasil put up a very strong fight. My sister and I actually wanted to buy their jersys. Lols. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think David Beckham is hot. Too bad he's married. )x Nah, just joking. But I still think he's hot. WAHAKA! Kaka also ohkay luh. XD The saddest thing was Beckham's leg got injured halfway during the match. Sigh. This was the conversation between me and my sister during the penalty shoot-out starting.&lt;br /&gt;me: is Beckham coming back in?&lt;br /&gt;jie: no luh!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh why...&lt;br /&gt;jie: 'cause his leg is injured.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh! what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;-screen shows Beckham's leg in a small cast.&lt;br /&gt;jie: ah you see luh. Tell me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. (: Now, I'm supporting Gemany lor. (: Got cute guys. Hahhahahahas. GO GEMANY! We left the club at like, what, 5am? Got back home was around 5.30am. Hahas. When I got into the bed to doze off, I heard my maid's alarm clock ring. Lols! I was thinking, "Wah. I sleep, Wati wake up." XD Woke up at 11.30am. (: Not tired. Muahhas. Ohkay, I go watch Full Moon wo Sagshite already. No more soccer to watch, I watch Takuto. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115181502453438923?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115181502453438923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115181502453438923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115181502453438923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115181502453438923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-matches-hais-brasil-and-england.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115175819418058952</id><published>2006-07-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:38.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FIFA World Cup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch yesterday. Woot! But first half was boring. The fun part came after the first part. GERMANY WON! YAYNESS!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is weird. -.-' Now she accuses me of stealing her yayness. Like what the fuck? How come somebody accuse, then my sister also. o.O I also never hear her say yayness before. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch like, the matches today. (: Staying up overnight. Yay? xD Gee, nothing to blog about already. Oh! About the quitting Mr Lee's. Maybe? It's so fun not to see him for a week. My stress level go down. =D My mother won't let me quit laa! Anot, I quit long ago already. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Brazil jersy! =D Wahaka. Whatever, nothing to say already. Sorry the people who I offended today. -.-' I know. I acting damn bitchy. Whatever la, ohkay? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115175819418058952?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115175819418058952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115175819418058952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115175819418058952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115175819418058952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/07/fifa-world-cup-i-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115167071070256684</id><published>2006-06-30T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wahaka!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I going to watch soccer! Yay yay yay yay YAY!!! =D High already. =X Ate alot of Haw Balls. The weird haw sugar balls thing. DONT THINK WRONGLY LEHHH. See?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my ice-cream, cannot make milkshakes already, so changed to other sweet stuffs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mUAHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, and don't blame me, I sorta don't like Michelle. &gt;.&lt; Don't ask me why! Just buay song. Rawrrs. She like, pick up phone right, very weird. "Ohiyo gozaimasu!" My first instinct: WTF? I call wrong house isit?! -double checks name on screen. shu wei(: mah!&lt;br /&gt;"Erhhs. Can I speak to Shu Wei please?" Then she go pick up. I ask her if wanna conference with Jason, she refused. I put down the phone and continue to talk with Jason. I told him what Michelle said. He laughed like siao. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made another heart today! Planning to make for Teachers' Day or the day when I leave school. Then, maybe a hundred hearts. Don't know what I want it to represent leh. Thought of putting a piece of paper in each heart to say how I felt today about school. Muahaha. Lame, I know. -.-' Blehs!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY NO SCHOOL. YOUTH DAY. YAYNESS!! I love P6 for just one reason. We get to celebrate youth day AND childrens' day. Muahahha!!! 12 years old in this world ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find my MP3 leh. How? ): I thought I brought it to school. But I couldn't find it. Maybe it's at home. Should go find right?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, I think. When I was heading home from the bus-stop to my house(outside my house, not school.), got this KHS girl and 2 other older girls, if I'm not wrong, walked past me. When she past me, she diao me. KENA INFLUENCE BY JASON. NOT MY FAULT AH. =D That buay song look, like want to eat people lidat. -.-' I looked back. If this girl, if you know who you are, tell you something.--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either you are immature-looking or you mix with too old girls. (: Darling, go grow up first, THEN go diao people. Empty threats mean &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to me. You want to diao me? Can! But if you dare to do something to me, then diao me. If not, I suggest you fuck off. You wouldn't wanna be tormented by my bad-mouthing of you in the whole time I am in school. I know you live near the street I live in. And I know you're from Kong Hwa. If I'm not wrong, you're from 5/5. The one who flipped through See Yee's file. Try diao-ing me again. I swear I'll make you regret diao-ing me. Yes, I buay song also. Not happy ah? Don't diao already laa! I older. Or maybe I'm not. Sorry, you look too immature to tell. (: How old are you? Primary four? Three? Cannot be Two or One right? They still in school. I actually wanted to guess Two. Then I remembered, you're from 5/5! Wow! Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER TODAY IN PE. I WAS SOOOOOO HAPPYYYY. HAPIIEXX W0RX! AHAHHAH THE AH LIANESH. YAY. CHER IN HANS YESTERDAY SAID MY ORAL ROCKED. YAY!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115167071070256684?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115167071070256684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115167071070256684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115167071070256684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115167071070256684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/wahaka-yay-i-going-to-watch-soccer-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115157359289481397</id><published>2006-06-29T02:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:38.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Shu Wei duwanna talk to me! m0iix shaddx! WAHAKA! OMG WTF BBQ, THE AHLIANESS. Sorry ah, MOT I LOVE OMG WTF BBQ. Uber cute. You don't think so? Shu Wei act guai(as in good girl. not weird) then go do her homework. Guess what I'll do. Copy la. Then? Ownself do meh? =.= Anyway, I was reading Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley University Thriller Edition, Deadly Terror :The Return of William White, Part II. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary about this book.(I don't have part one. Someone find for me? xD Wahaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this guy, called William White. He is now disfigured because Elizabeth Wakefield thinking that she killed William. William was a psychoctic(sp?) person who was in 'love' with Elizabeth so deeply that he even tried to kill her friends, thinking that they wanted to steal her away from him so now Elizabeth hates him, alot. But then, Elizabeth thinks, or at least she thinks she thought, that she saw William, returning from the dead, his right face disfigured! She was so shocked, she called the police that was in charge of this case but he assured her that everything was fine, as William was with Doctor Denby, a very good psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jessica Wakefield, Elizabeth's twin sister, was invited on a date with Charles to the IM Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the library, the pupils working there part time found an archive, deep underground, where concidentally is where William stays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting William a couple of times, Elizabeth sincerly thought that William had changed but he was still a crazy murderer, and now he's back to murder Elizabeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm too lazy. YAY! =D Hahas, I really liked this part on how Francince phrased this part.&lt;br /&gt;'Elizabeth screamed out every ounce of air she had in her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Denby,- or what was left of him - lay slumped on the closet floor. Elizabeth was no forensic expert, but judging from the amount of decomposition, she'd say he'd been dead a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting as it was, she couldn't take her eyes off the face. The darkened, leathery skin had stretched over the skull, giving the corpse a permanent grotesque smile. For a moment she thought she saw a flicker of an eyelash. Then a beetle of some sort skittered across the face to the shoulder, across the arm, and then dropped with a tiny plop off the tip of a bony, outstretched finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth violently struggled to pull free from William's grasp. She thought her arm was going to come out of its socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly William turned to face her. his eyes were glazed; his expression, peaceful and eerily calm. "Elizabeth, may I present Dr. Orrin Denby," he said with just a hint of a polite bow. "Dr. Denby, this is the girl I've been telling you about. This my lovely Elizabeth Wakefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, hello, Elizabeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth gasped and choked for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so honored and happy to meet you," he continued. "You are even more beautiful than William has descried. We're going to enjoy having you stay with us a long, long itme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth shuddered at the sound of the deep, clipped, businesslike voice. But William just kept on talking to Dr. Denby, as if the rotting corpse were some psychotic ventriloquist's dummy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAKA! SO NICE RIGHT?! I LOVE SWEET VALLEY!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay luh, must go tuition already. ): Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115157359289481397?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115157359289481397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115157359289481397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157359289481397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157359289481397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-d-hais_115157359289481397.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115157359021579978</id><published>2006-06-29T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:38.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Shu Wei duwanna talk to me! m0iix shaddx! WAHAKA! OMG WTF BBQ, THE AHLIANESS. Sorry ah, MOT I LOVE OMG WTF BBQ. Uber cute. You don't think so? Shu Wei act guai(as in good girl. not weird) then go do her homework. Guess what I'll do. Copy la. Then? Ownself do meh? =.= Anyway, I was reading Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley University Thriller Edition, Deadly Terror :The Return of William White, Part II. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary about this book.(I don't have part one. Someone find for me? xD Wahaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this guy, called William White. He is now disfigured because Elizabeth Wakefield thinking that she killed William. William was a psychoctic(sp?) person who was in 'love' with Elizabeth so deeply that he even tried to kill her friends, thinking that they wanted to steal her away from him so now Elizabeth hates him, alot. But then, Elizabeth thinks, or at least she thinks she thought, that she saw William, returning from the dead, his right face disfigured! She was so shocked, she called the police that was in charge of this case but he assured her that everything was fine, as William was with Doctor Denby, a very good psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jessica Wakefield, Elizabeth's twin sister, was invited on a date with Charles to the IM Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the library, the pupils working there part time found an archive, deep underground, where concidentally is where William stays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting William a couple of times, Elizabeth sincerly thought that William had changed but he was still a crazy murderer, and now he's back to murder Elizabeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm too lazy. YAY! =D Hahas, I really liked this part on how Francince phrased this part.&lt;br /&gt;'Elizabeth screamed out every ounce of air she had in her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Denby,- or what was left of him - lay slumped on the closet floor. Elizabeth was no forensic expert, but judging from the amount of decomposition, she'd say he'd been dead a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting as it was, she couldn't take her eyes off the face. The darkened, leathery skin had stretched over the skull, giving the corpse a permanent grotesque smile. For a moment she thought she saw a flicker of an eyelash. Then a beetle of some sort skittered across the face to the shoulder, across the arm, and then dropped with a tiny plop off the tip of a bony, outstretched finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth violently struggled to pull free from William's grasp. She thought her arm was going to come out of its socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly William turned to face her. his eyes were glazed; his expression, peaceful and eerily calm. "Elizabeth, may I present Dr. Orrin Denby," he said with just a hint of a polite bow. "Dr. Denby, this is the girl I've been telling you about. This my lovely Elizabeth Wakefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, hello, Elizabeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth gasped and choked for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so honored and happy to meet you," he continued. "You are even more beautiful than William has descried. We're going to enjoy having you stay with us a long, long itme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth shuddered at the sound of the deep, clipped, businesslike voice. But William just kept on talking to Dr. Denby, as if the rotting corpse were some psychotic ventriloquist's dummy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAKA! SO NICE RIGHT?! I LOVE SWEET VALLEY!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay luh, must go tuition already. ): Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115157359021579978?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115157359021579978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115157359021579978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157359021579978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157359021579978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-d-hais_29.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115157358722073371</id><published>2006-06-29T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:38.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Shu Wei duwanna talk to me! m0iix shaddx! WAHAKA! OMG WTF BBQ, THE AHLIANESS. Sorry ah, MOT I LOVE OMG WTF BBQ. Uber cute. You don't think so? Shu Wei act guai(as in good girl. not weird) then go do her homework. Guess what I'll do. Copy la. Then? Ownself do meh? =.= Anyway, I was reading Francine Pascal's Sweet Valley University Thriller Edition, Deadly Terror :The Return of William White, Part II. Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary about this book.(I don't have part one. Someone find for me? xD Wahaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this guy, called William White. He is now disfigured because Elizabeth Wakefield thinking that she killed William. William was a psychoctic(sp?) person who was in 'love' with Elizabeth so deeply that he even tried to kill her friends, thinking that they wanted to steal her away from him so now Elizabeth hates him, alot. But then, Elizabeth thinks, or at least she thinks she thought, that she saw William, returning from the dead, his right face disfigured! She was so shocked, she called the police that was in charge of this case but he assured her that everything was fine, as William was with Doctor Denby, a very good psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jessica Wakefield, Elizabeth's twin sister, was invited on a date with Charles to the IM Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the library, the pupils working there part time found an archive, deep underground, where concidentally is where William stays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting William a couple of times, Elizabeth sincerly thought that William had changed but he was still a crazy murderer, and now he's back to murder Elizabeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm too lazy. YAY! =D Hahas, I really liked this part on how Francince phrased this part.&lt;br /&gt;'Elizabeth screamed out every ounce of air she had in her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Denby,- or what was left of him - lay slumped on the closet floor. Elizabeth was no forensic expert, but judging from the amount of decomposition, she'd say he'd been dead a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting as it was, she couldn't take her eyes off the face. The darkened, leathery skin had stretched over the skull, giving the corpse a permanent grotesque smile. For a moment she thought she saw a flicker of an eyelash. Then a beetle of some sort skittered across the face to the shoulder, across the arm, and then dropped with a tiny plop off the tip of a bony, outstretched finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth violently struggled to pull free from William's grasp. She thought her arm was going to come out of its socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly William turned to face her. his eyes were glazed; his expression, peaceful and eerily calm. "Elizabeth, may I present Dr. Orrin Denby," he said with just a hint of a polite bow. "Dr. Denby, this is the girl I've been telling you about. This my lovely Elizabeth Wakefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, hello, Elizabeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth gasped and choked for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so honored and happy to meet you," he continued. "You are even more beautiful than William has descried. We're going to enjoy having you stay with us a long, long itme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth shuddered at the sound of the deep, clipped, businesslike voice. But William just kept on talking to Dr. Denby, as if the rotting corpse were some psychotic ventriloquist's dummy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAKA! SO NICE RIGHT?! I LOVE SWEET VALLEY!&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay luh, must go tuition already. ): Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115157358722073371?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115157358722073371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115157358722073371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157358722073371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115157358722073371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-d-hais.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115156922035861230</id><published>2006-06-29T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:37.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Milkshakes!=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink too much sugar. I think I drank three cups of chocolate milkshake, a sip of watermelon ice blended and banana ice blended/milkshake. Nice nice! All made by yours truely. Hahas. The banana one wasn't. ): Fuck you, Jason. (On the spot. XD hahas! jk) You anyhow give me instructions on how to make banana milkshake. I hate you. Rawrrrrs. Hahas. Nah, just joking. About the hating you part. Not about the part where you gave me wrong instructions. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to use the computer, so yeah. Was watching movie with my sister. She's in love with it already. Wahaka. Wahaka. Such a beautiful word. =D WAHAKA!!! Don't use it without my permission. Or I would kill you. Hahaas. XD TUITION TODAY. HANS. WEEE!!! MEETING GWENNYDARLYN SOOOON. DAH DAH DAH. WEEE!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the pathway between(?) Marina Square and Suntec City to support my friend, Hazel!!! Maybe not my friend. Shu Wei's bf. Oops! I meant BEST FRIEND. xD Wahaka. It's Shu Wei's turn to blog already. Or not I don't talk to her. Wahka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate like. 3/4 of the Buddy Meal(Superman Returns) from KFC. Yhums. Munch munch. Tee hee. (: Ohkay luh. Must go get ready for tuition already.  BUHBYEEEES. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115156922035861230?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115156922035861230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115156922035861230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115156922035861230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115156922035861230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/milkshakesd-i-drink-too-much-sugar.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115147647920829653</id><published>2006-06-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because I'm bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I'm blogging. It's not a chore, it's a hobby. Everyday. Blogging is &lt;em&gt;funnnn&lt;/em&gt;. You guys think I should like, ban &lt;s&gt;Abriel&lt;/s&gt; Ah Nam from my tagboard? Sigh. I think I should. But it's amusing of his countless and pathetic remarks. Hahas. I'm like, reminding all my 6/9 friends to bring their music book and recorder. -.-' Pssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Friendster todya. Laughed. Saw so many stupid dumb ah lian clubs ohkay?! Pinkster club, don't know what crap la. Eeyer, don't spoil the name of pink ohkay?! Pink now is like, an ah lian colour. Rawr. I like pink. I like pink. I like pink. What?! I like Pink, the girl, cannot ah?! Hahas. No laa. I really like pink. They spoil the name lor! ): #%#%!# I really like OMG WTF BBQ. Hahas. Got it from Museum of Twits. They rock man! (: Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I drew Javier's hand. Alot of times. And now, he got a new name. Javier the Daisy King. Wahaka. xD Gee, I was hoping that today, it would rain. BRAZIL WON~. WOOOOT. HAHAAS. I LOVE YOU BRAZIL. I LOVE YOUUUUU. =D Daddy went to watch yesterday. That's why I know. (: I did a straw heart in class today. Looked quite nice. =D From the front. ): Hahs. Ohkay, I go look at photos already. =D Bye bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115147647920829653?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115147647920829653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115147647920829653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115147647920829653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115147647920829653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/because-im-bored-thats-reason-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115139704940538736</id><published>2006-06-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:37.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What the... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who did it, but I have a nagging feeling that its Ah Nam. &lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com"&gt;http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone used my name to say some stupid dumb crap. I'm pissed, I admit. But can the person who did it step up? Because if you don't, it means you agree you're some loser geek, sucker, mother fucker, cheebye kia, bloody assholic moron. Go suck your own ass. Why don't you just own up? Whoever who's doing it. If I ever find who you are, I'm sure I'm gonna make your life oh-so miserable. If I ever meet you. Own up! I've got a few words for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't you just go suck your uncle's ass, uncle fucker? Stop bothering me. Fuck you! &lt;/strong&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ND in fuck, I mean expressing anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, chill chill chill. Matilda, chill!!! Right. Now about my school life. Nothing much happened. Just that we had Mdm Toh for 4 and a half hours, I think. Gosh, can you imagine the horror?! Disaster ohkay??! After that, we went home. Jon, See Yee, Wenn Hon and I were walking the same way so we talked luh. GUESS WHAT HAPPENED. Jon stepped on a snail. And killed it. EW LUH. Then you could have seen the eyeball(do snails have eyeballs?) or something that looked like it, bulging out from the broken shell. The silvery thing was &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. I felt so yhuck'd luh. Ewws! Wenn Hon, See Yee and I were like, "OMG! Jon! You bad boy!!!" and yada yada. Hahas. Stupid, I know. Shieh Ying actually likes Eng Leong. Saddening. Why people like &lt;em&gt;shuai ge?&lt;/em&gt; Haiss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ahahas. Shuai ge is Eng Leong. Meant as a personal joke. Don't know how it started either. Just started calling him that.&lt;em&gt; I so do not like him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I'm still waiting for that guy to own up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115139704940538736?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115139704940538736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115139704940538736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115139704940538736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115139704940538736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/what.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115130374114420443</id><published>2006-06-25T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:36.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First day of school. bleh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously BLEH. First day of school and I got such a shock. My chinese teacher has been CHANGED. &lt;a href="mailto:#@^%*&amp;%@&amp;amp;^%@#!%$%"&gt;#@^%*&amp;%@&amp;amp;^%@#!%$%&lt;/a&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking angry luh! It's to 6/8's Chinese teacher. I can die ohkay? I can like, memorise what he always says during classes. Ergghs! From now on, cannot copy &lt;em&gt;ting xie&lt;/em&gt; already! Or maybe I'm clever enough? =D But it's sufferings. Practically being watched constantly under eagle's eyes, like you're a prey of it man. Meh! Yhucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeG, I think even if Mr. Lee's Maths tuition class is not going to get cancelled, I doubt I can go luh. ): Due for some stupid Maths remedial in school. Cannot turn down already. Sorry ah, no more kopi o siu tai and crap. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Surprisingly, I didn't sleep in Chinese lessons leh! O.O Very surprising, to me. Hahas. Then, I wasn't even sleepy even though I slept at 1am and woke up at 5.30am. Don't know why also. Just suddenly woke up and then lazed till 6.00am. =D Hahas. Jie was studying like siao. Nerdy Mr. Lee was scolding this guy called Guo Wei because he wore a cap. -.-' Wtf lor. So strict, the rules. They don't know 6/8, 6/9, 6/11 all rebellious de meh? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still angry at Xu Lao Shi. Why change to some bloody fucked up teacher who uses &lt;em&gt;English &lt;/em&gt;to teach Chinese?!!! Pengz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay luh, I cannot blog already. Shu Wei's fault. Need to edit her blogskin for her. =D Hahs. More later bah, perhaps. By the way, Ah Nam's post is ready and waiting in my darling laptop but just too lazy to post it. XD Tee hee. Deal with it! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115130374114420443?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115130374114420443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115130374114420443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115130374114420443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115130374114420443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115103029890167219</id><published>2006-06-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:36.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be taking a hiatus as well luh. I need to think of a good blogskin before school holidays end. And that's... three days away. Got any gooooood ideas?(: I'm changing the picture only though. And the colour and crap. The layout will stay the same. I was thinking ParisHilton. Hmm... =D Should I? OR XIAXUE! =D hey, I wonder if I do a Xiaxue themed blog how would she react ah. I should go ask her first right. =D Ohkay, I go comment on her blog first! Tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115103029890167219?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115103029890167219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115103029890167219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115103029890167219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115103029890167219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-i-think-ill-be-taking-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115098266274472816</id><published>2006-06-22T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:36.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wah lan eh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtfs can? 6/10 people REALLY love to boast. Darlings, let me remind you. Boasting doesn't get you anywhere? Ya la, I know what you all are thinking lor! "Psshs. Matilda, say people say yourself luh! You think you don't boast alot meh!?" For your information, when I boast, I meant it jokingly. =D Like, Matilda the Great. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; great! Woot!! Hail me! =D See? That's called boasting jokingly. Get it, bodohs? =.= On the other hand, 6/10 people go like this.&lt;br /&gt;Someone from 6/10's nickname in MSN:&lt;br /&gt;=luv= - i will lub him till my last breath. i lub you 1314 dear... muacks.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off. But when the laughing sickness wore off, I started staring at the nickname in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;Who... would want to date R. even if his life depended on it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;muacks? I doubt you would want to muack him luh. Girl, get a hold of yourself. YOU ARE 12. TWELVE-FUCKING- YEARS OLD. YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO HAVE SEX YET. GET IT? SO DON'T SNOG. BAH! I'm just making my point. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;last breath? Aha! Gimmie a break... It depends on how you die. If you die of a heart attack, I doubt you'll think of anything. You'd be foaming through your mouth like some crab! Or, if you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, then die peacefully, then you won't be thinking of him either. Of course, if someone kills you, you'd just think of haunting him or her/plotting revenge so you can kill him or her in your next life. Get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;I also swore that I would love Reekee 1314 also. But I got over him leh! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything right now. Daddy bought a new Pod stage, Compact Speaker System. Weee! Loves it. Damn the sound is so FREAKING CLEAR! And it's cheap too!(In my opinion) (: I think all of you should at least own a MP3. If not, you are loseric. Tee hee. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO SINGAPORE IDOL! But, seriously, it's sad, the whole of Singapore actually spelt my name wrongly. They spelt it as Mathilda. ): Sighs. Weeee, this makes me think of Full Moon wo Sagashite. Where Mitsuki turns into the older Mitsuki! Hahas, just that Mathilda doesn't look like Matilda. So I guess I can't pull that stunt off. ): Ah well. Fine, she's not me. I admit! Happy? ): Sigh. Hahas. But Mathilda is a great singer! (: Everyone loves her. WEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was SMS-ing xuanyu in Hans today. Lalas. Boring. Did listening compre, then a stupid P5 test. Yadda yadda. We starting talking about stuffs that are irrelevent in our life and then Gwenny stole my phone to read messages. Hahas. Nothing spicy in my phone, I'm afraid, gwennydarlyn. (: It's... AWAY. WEEE =D Hyper again. Gosh do I need a chill pill. =D Alright, off I go to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. WHAT HAPPENED IN RHAPSODY IN BLUE? I TOTALLY DIDN'T WATCH! @!#$^# TUITION!&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. R.'s not the only one that's boasting about having a dear ohkay.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115098266274472816?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115098266274472816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115098266274472816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115098266274472816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115098266274472816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/wah-lan-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115094557726016211</id><published>2006-06-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:36.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Rawrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115094557726016211?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115094557726016211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115094557726016211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115094557726016211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115094557726016211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115094309409130682</id><published>2006-06-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:36.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling very sleepy luh, but do my best to blog bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lazing around at home yesterday when around 11+, Dion called. Ask whether wanna go his house. I say he siao ah but went to ask my mom anyway. She grumbled and put down the phone. So I don't care luhs, just say yes. Hahas. Made them come to Paya Lebar MRT station and then we took cab to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe(Dion's dog) damn clever can? On a command, she can go out and bark. Hahahs. Forgot what the command was though. =/ I watched those two guys play PS2. Yadda yaddaaaaa. Nothing much happened. Then I was reading through Jun Zhao and Gilda(affectionally called Gil by Jun Zhao)'s messages. All dear here dear there de. =/ Eeyer, so sick. No, this one must be in ah lian kind of language, to emphersize(sp?). eEy0x!. shh0 siicKx nEhhx!. Get my point? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cycle to the park, came back and then started a game of monopoly. Bah. I started sneezing. Why ah? I sneezed and sneezed and sneezed. No I'm not gonna say somemore. I just sneezed. Alot of times. Around 6+ I went home already. Wah lan, from Dion's house to my house is like around 40 minutes luh! So long! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy went to Bangkok today. Weeee! Clothes! (: Hope she brings back loadsa loadsa clothes. Weeee! Gosh, I'm yawning again. Rahs. I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. may blog ltr. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115094309409130682?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115094309409130682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115094309409130682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115094309409130682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115094309409130682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115085371588180629</id><published>2006-06-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:35.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been tagged!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By moron miaoqi. (: hahas, someday- though I know I've said this a milliiioooon times- the morons should meet up for a long time no see gathering thing. Eeeyer, so long away lor. Miss you guys la! Smuahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Rules:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Do the following WITHOUT complaint.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Your 10 Favourites::&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour-- pink xD&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food-- fast food ba?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song-- ALOT LEHS! ohkay i name a few- stars are blind-paris hilton, truly madly deeply- savage garden, eternal snow-route L, myself- changin' my life, eternal snow- changin' my life, etcs etcs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie-- she's the man! (:&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport-- erhh... o.O dont hv? rofls.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season-- WINTER!(:&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the week-- friday&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice-cream Flavour-- chocolate( chip)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Book-- harry potter, etcs&lt;br /&gt;Favourite anime/cartoon-- FULL MOON WO SAGASHITE!(i &lt;3 this question. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 currents::&lt;br /&gt;Current mood-- just woke up. so damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes-- red colour shirt + PINK shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop-- black wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;Current Toe-nail colour-- purple/pink&lt;br /&gt;Current Time-- 2.41pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance(s)-- how to answer sia...&lt;br /&gt;Current thought-- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Current boyfriend/ girlfriend-- single=P&lt;br /&gt;Current book you are reading-- erh... im nt reading any bks now. manga can anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Firsts::&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend-- lehar, gwen, shu wei, jason.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush-- erhhhs. desmond... ba?&lt;br /&gt;First Movie-- I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing-- 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;First Lie-- VERY VERY young&lt;br /&gt;First Music-- baa baa black sheep have you any wool...&lt;br /&gt;First Car-- underageees.&lt;br /&gt;First Handphone-- primary6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts::&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette-- i dont smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink-- like, 2 secs ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride-- yesterday the yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush-- not long ago&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen-- toys story TWO! =.=&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call-- yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played-- i dont play CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you evers::&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends-- hmmm. yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law-- littering counted not? i dont do it often. xD&lt;br /&gt;Have ever been arrested-- no. me guai kia de kay! (-puke)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV-- yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone u didnt know-- no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3things you are wearing::&lt;br /&gt;1. specs&lt;br /&gt;2. ear sticks&lt;br /&gt;3. shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 thing you've done today&lt;br /&gt;1.wake up&lt;br /&gt;2.brush teeth, wash face yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;3.eatING&lt;br /&gt;4. trim my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things you can hear rite now::&lt;br /&gt;1. keyboard typing&lt;br /&gt;2. fan whirling&lt;br /&gt;3.speed over beethoven- DDR extreme (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you cant live without::&lt;br /&gt;1. hp&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;3 ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you do when you are bored::&lt;br /&gt;listen songs&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;sms&lt;br /&gt;make ppl call me&lt;br /&gt;etcs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the 5 peeps you gotta tag::&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wei&lt;br /&gt;Leharr&lt;br /&gt;Lijie&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115085371588180629?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115085371588180629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115085371588180629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115085371588180629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115085371588180629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-by-moron-miaoqi.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115077065124539504</id><published>2006-06-19T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:35.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;o.o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy. Because Jason is somewhat avoiding me. Unless he's really away/busy, he hasn't been telling me the truth already. Fuck you Jason. You're SO mean can? Hmphhs. Tell me lahhhhs. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115077065124539504?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115077065124539504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115077065124539504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115077065124539504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115077065124539504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/o.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115072203619141935</id><published>2006-06-19T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:35.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Marina Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very big you know, the place! Then today so empty, like the whole shopping mall belong to me lidat! (: No lahs, I go with my family. Celebrate belated Fathers' Day. (: To those fathers out there, HAPPY (belated) FATHERS DAY! HO HO HO! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch R.V. de, then Jie lahs! Irritating! Go and say her head pain yada yada duwan watch movie. Whatever can?! So we walked around for quite long, didn't buy anything. So sian, though Great Singapore Sales! Hais. Stopped by Billy Bombers to makan. Nice nice, their food! Especially the ribs. So freaking nice nice nice nice niceeeee. Jie say that if you drink one whole milkshake by yourself, you'll get high. Start laughing to yourself. I thought really lehs! So I drank a whole cookies and cream milkshake. Waited for high-ness to come.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later... O.O&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lehs...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeyer! Forget it! -continue to eat my nice nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because I eat more sugar than what's contained in that single milkshake. So no effects! ): Sighs. I really wanted to be high. Jie offered like, 1/4 of her milkshake to me. Drank. Nothing also. Very sian can!!!! Haiyo. Enough with my trip to the &lt;em&gt;outside world.&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3 Thow.&lt;br /&gt;Like not in love love thing. Kor/mei (or maybe jie/mei) thing, ya lah. My best jie. Oops, I meant, Kor. So don't listen to Gwendolyn Ngoh. She's irritating. Hmphss. Moron lahs you, Gwen! So meannnnn. Accept my oh so official warning that's on my tagboard. Ah well, if you missed it, then here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gwendolyn Ngoh. This is a oh so official warning. If you ever come to my tagboard and do something likewise, you shall be banned from my tagboard. Until I am old, pale and wrinkly. Like, when I'm 100 years old. Once again, fuck you. Wait for me to finish saying that you suck, then talk to me again. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohkays lahs. Nothing to say already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I thought I saw Thow today you know! Look so much like you lahs, Thow! The nicer looking haircut(the older one.), the glasses(that are like mine.) and the mannerism. So cool right! =D The only thing is, he was smiling once to... His girlfriend I think. Hahas. That's one thing Thow don't do often. Smile/laugh. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115072203619141935?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115072203619141935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115072203619141935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115072203619141935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115072203619141935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/marina-square-very-big-you-know-place.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115068522556101503</id><published>2006-06-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:34.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I will try not to talk about *beep*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime. I shall try not to talk about &lt;--  in this whole blog post. Shit, but I think of Takuto and look at my Full Moon wo Sagashite loading, I really wanna talk about already lehs! Aiya, one paragraph can anot? Can ah?&lt;br /&gt;Here's on paragragh.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;Takuto is hot. I love Full Moon wo Sagashite.&lt;br /&gt;And so on.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'm joining the BF Youth any longer (for those who know. For those who don't, you don't need to anyway!). Dad says they breaking off the line for age group craps so... yeah! (: Sighs. Then those times where youths stay in BF I have to be bored at home. Sighhs. ):  How? But, if I can't join, does that mean Ethel and Jen cannot join also? Whatever lor. Someone inform me of the age group thats qualified as youths can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I woke up so freaking early today. At 10am. What the hell right? Ews.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Not my fault this post had no &lt;em&gt;spring&lt;/em&gt; in it. I have nothing else to say besides anime until school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s. (Hehes.) I really want a reply for the age group that youths supposedly are! (: Tys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115068522556101503?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115068522556101503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115068522556101503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115068522556101503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115068522556101503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-will-try-not-to-talk-about-beep.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115046321592324763</id><published>2006-06-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:34.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-sobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why I'm sobbing. Because I just finished watching Full Moon wo Sagashite. Damnit, HOW MUCH NICER CAN IT GET?! Ahhs! The ending sucked. I hated the ending. Didn't even show Takuto regaining his memory and Mitsuki finally together with him. ): Gahs. But overall, the anime rocked. Seriously. Rocked. Five upon five stars. Ewws!! But Takuto just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to drink that fucking glass of water with the Flower of Forgetfulness inside. Thanks &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;, Mitsuki. Ews. Sighs. I'm still hating the ending. Damnit do you know how cute Takuto is? Like UBER cute ohkay? Ohkay? Say he's cute. Well, he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; cute! Eeks!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, guess you guys hate me for going on and on about anime eh? Sorry lahs! Bear with me till school reopens. But I strongly recomend you to listen to me. Watch Full Moon wo Sagashite!(aka Searching for the Full Moon) and Suzuka!!! You'll never regret it! Oh wells. I'll end her now. Konbanwa!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. time for Aishiteruze Baby! Wonder if it's nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115046321592324763?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115046321592324763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115046321592324763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115046321592324763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115046321592324763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/sobs-ask-me-why-im-sobbing.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115026990284097410</id><published>2006-06-14T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:34.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post won't be long now. Because I'm watching Full Moon wo Sagashite. (: It's nice ohkay. But Suzuka is still the best. ^^ Full Moon wo Sagashite aka Searching For the Full Moon. Eh, all should watch. It's a crime, in Matilda's world, to not watch Suzuka and Full Moon wo Sagashite. But hor, I think Full Moon wo Sagashite actually has around 50+ episodes. Siao right? I'm still gonna watch! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden craving for ice-cream. And not just any old ice-cream. Ben and Jerry's ! Yhums. I love Ben and Jerry's ice-cream! ^^ The fudge one. Followed by Chunky Monkey. Geez! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah well, on with Full Moon wo Sagashite. Anyone that has the Japanese song called Myself, please send me on &lt;a href="mailto:matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com"&gt;matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. Ohkay? Please? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115026990284097410?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115026990284097410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115026990284097410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115026990284097410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115026990284097410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-my-post-wont-be-long-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115017695777790235</id><published>2006-06-12T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock!(: Guess why. 'Cause I'm &lt;em&gt;high~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's such a nice feeling to be high. So long never high already. (: I cooked today. Well, sorta. With my maid though. (: I cooked... Chicken chop, cheese fries and eggs. (: Ohkay, it was just cheese spread on fries. xP Or something. Hahas. It was yhums. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I am bored. Whoever comes here must tag. I don't care. Hmphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, alligator. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115017695777790235?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115017695777790235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115017695777790235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115017695777790235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115017695777790235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-i-rock-guess-why.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115010860457004534</id><published>2006-06-12T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:33.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stars are blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice song by Paris Hilton. I never knew she could sing. ^^ Hahas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars Are Blind- Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending some time&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging here with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't find too many guys&lt;br /&gt;That treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;But when I walk their talk is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Some people never get beyond their stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;But you can see the real me inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm satisfied, oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, ohh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your confidante&lt;br /&gt;Just one of your girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;But I know that love's what you want&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me who have you been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;At night at home? oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for feeling&lt;br /&gt;This moment is critical&lt;br /&gt;Might be me feeling&lt;br /&gt;It could get physical, oh no, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? Hahas. (:&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my handphone's language is Chinese now. Big mistake. The only way I know how to navigate about is because I can memorise what I know. Hahas. Pssh. And it's like, fan ti or something. I don't really care. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. for those who watched She's the Man, do you like cheese? WHAHAHAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115010860457004534?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115010860457004534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115010860457004534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115010860457004534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115010860457004534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/stars-are-blind-its-really-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115009353295384838</id><published>2006-06-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:33.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She's the man!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that movie lahs! ^^ I want to watch it again. Like, soon. (: Can someone treat me? xP AH! I know who. Xuan Yu lahs. -.-' Duhhs. Gosh. Erghs. There's 36 more days to my birthday, if I'm not wrong. Hahas. ^^ I really want that nice nice tie Lijie and I saw that day. Where ahs. Erghs, so lazy to add it on my template. =X Heehs. Lalas. Will blog later, I think. Since I'll be damn bored. I should go swimming. After that BBQ, I think I've grown fat. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115009353295384838?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115009353295384838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115009353295384838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115009353295384838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115009353295384838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-man-gosh-i-love-that-movie-lahs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115008338621523978</id><published>2006-06-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:33.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go shopping. Someone treat me out. A guy, preferbly. Whatever, it's only 11.30am. I can't spell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115008338621523978?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115008338621523978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115008338621523978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115008338621523978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115008338621523978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-115003837550498698</id><published>2006-06-11T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:32.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Damn it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay I may seem like I find it funny and stuffs when you guys talk about how I look older than I really am. But fucking damn it, it's actually damn fucking irritating ohkay? Whatever. I really don't like it. You &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; who you guys are. I expect you to just SHUT UP. Oh loook. The person just signed up online. Guess the MSN nickname.&lt;br /&gt;=Sukhi Hotu=sorry virus on my com&lt;br /&gt;Who might that be. Hmphs. I'm freaking irritated. Rah rah rah. I hope you read my blog, the guy that has the virus on his computer, and then feel to freaking guilty that you want to jump into an ocean and drown. Hmphhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in BF today. Minusing the age thing. And Thow, I hate your hair. Can you don't cut it so much next time? I don't like changes. ): Erghs. I'm freaking irritated. I'm still freaking irritated. Oh yeah! John learns judo(sp?) you know? So cool. He can flip people over. I ask him teach me he don't want. What kind of friend lor.): He's chinese name is cute.&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kheong(sp?) Hahas, nice name, John. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[EDIT] I know you guys were joking but it's getting really old and I'm getting really sick of it. So don't blame me. Pssh. [/EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, something for you guys to laugh about. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mmfaMCk3e_w&amp;search=japanese%20english%20lessons"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=mmfaMCk3e_w&amp;amp;search=japanese%20english%20lessons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm angry at you. hmphs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-115003837550498698?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115003837550498698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=115003837550498698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115003837550498698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/115003837550498698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-it-ohkay-i-may-seem-like-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114973557748514061</id><published>2006-06-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:32.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel like blogging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna do so. Hehes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the airport to send those going to Perth BF members off. Lalalas. Ended up going to the bookshop with (horrific) Clara. ^^ 2 books caught my eye. (: The first one was I don't wanna be a movie star and the other was erhmss, 10 ways to cope with boys or something. Hahas. Looks freaking interesting, but it was like SO ex so I guess I'll wait for someone to buy them for me. ): Then there was a commotion outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy said maybe the woman was shouting something like, "You snatch my lover/husband" don't know what la. She wearing red dress sumore. =/ After that, she holdon to the son and daughter and started crying, not letting them go into the boarding point. Wtf lor. Then she let go off her daughter, but clung on to the pooooor son. Hais. But you know the son really love his mom alot lor. Don't wanna beat her. If I were him, and I were not close to my mom, I would even bite her if I needed to. =P I tell you, I bite hard. (: Don't believe you askk... Erhmms, people. Hehes. Anyway, the boarding officer guy came over to her and threatened her by saying he would call the police because the little boy was pratically suffocating already! &gt;.&lt; Hais the power of LOVE. Sigh, sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. damn. why everyone never go Resh's talk yesterday ahs? I kena pulled by the Monksfields kids lor! You guys who usually went but didn't go OWE ME AN EXPLANATION! Rawr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114973557748514061?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114973557748514061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114973557748514061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114973557748514061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114973557748514061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114966550910908340</id><published>2006-06-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:32.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dedicating this whole story here plus pictures and erhmms. Story lines. =P Sorry la! So bored can? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime episode ONE!&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;br /&gt;Akitsuki Yamato heads to Tokyo for high school. He is living with his auntie and his cousin, Miho, in a mansion that shelters many other collage/high school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/4906/mihoandauntie5bg.png" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miho, Yamato's cousin and his auntie.&lt;br /&gt;He then met Asahina Suzuka, a high school high jumper that goes to his school as well. It's pratically like, love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, Asahina is actually Yamato's neighbour! But Asahina misunderstood Yamato as she saw a scene that really pissed her off. She really hates irresponsible, clumsy and weird people, like Yamato-kun.&lt;br /&gt;After getting 'aquainted' with some college girls, Yuka Saotome and Megumi Matsumoto, Yamato decides to finally clean the bath. There, he found Asahina in the sauna, unconscious. Being the usual clumsy him, he banged down the door and ran out yelling, "ASAHINA'S DEAD!!!" Typical irresponsible guy, eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime episode TWO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px" height="480" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/5489/suzuka22cf.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamato reunites, though unwillingly, with his childhood friend, Yasunobu Hattori. Yasunobu is rather a prankster. At a small age, he knew how to get in good with girls while blaming everything on Yamato. Poor Yamato, always gets the blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamato's auntie asked for Asahina and Yamato to go shopping together for some stuffs that she needed. Yamato went rather enthusiastically, while Asahina unwillingly dragged herself over. They ended up taking a very long time as Asahina was little Miss Perfect while Yamato just wanted to pick something up and do away with it. Geez. They headed back, but was cut off when Yamato rushed over to the convinience store near a shrine to buy one of his favourite snacks, a meat and potato croquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered one to Asahina, who slowly bit into it, as if doubtful of Yamato's taste. Of course, she dug in faster after one tiny bite, as the croquette was duh uh uh nice. (: They sat on the steps leading to the shrine while Yamato prayed for a while before eating. Asahina sniggered at him and asked, "You believe in such things?" Yamato rolled his eyes. But they didn't know a silent figure was behind them, watching them, and then slinking into the shadows when they got up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime- Episode THREE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px" height="480" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/2689/suzuka36kh.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this episode, it's the first day that the gang goes off to high school, Yamato, Asahina, Yasunobu and the mystery person in the last episode. What a concidence! Their in the same class! =.= Jealousy's the green eyed monster as Asahina sees Yamato talking to mystery woman, also known as Honoka Sakurai. She decides not to go shopping with Yamato for the sports drinks anymore as Yasunobu purposely spews out her anger by saying things like, "They maybe planning to go out after school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahina goes shopping to buy the drinks herself but was really surprised when she saw Yamato waiting for her outside the school, looking very cold. Of course, he caught a cold which made him miss school for the next day. Sakurai showed up to cook something for him but Yasunobu and Saotome finishes it up before Yamato could take a bite. Sakurai went home even though Yamato was starving for some reason and Asahina decides to pay him a visit, taking eggs that she boiled using the microwave, which, as most of you know, will cause extreme weirdness in your egg. Go try it. I bet you'll be like Yamato at the above picture. =P Asahina also brought over honey and lemon juice... Without the honey! The eggs just exploded in Yamato's mouth and caused his probably, extreme pain. Ah well, too bad! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime- Episode FOUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 480px" height="480" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/8481/suzuka49kx.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's a PE test! Yamato thought that since he was first in his previous school, his grades here would be the same as before. But sadly, this was a sports school!! So his grades were only average here. Hais, poor thing, Yamato. For the last event, the 50m sprint, Yamato admits that, while he was playing anchor for his team, his team got last. It convinced him that he sucked alot in this event and didn't try anymore. While he lined up, he was sadly against the best track and field sprinter. Asahina was convinced he would never win her. Yamato wanted to prove himself and propped himself up as a rocket starter, which surprised Asahina for &lt;em&gt;some unknown reason&lt;/em&gt;. Hehes. Yamato flies up in front of the guy, and Asahina got a memory of the picture she was looking at before. Yasu was not really surprised, as he knew that the fact that Yamato's team lost was because of his team members, and not his fault. Asahina tries to act unimpressed but was acting really weird the rest of the day. Sakurai was about to offer to share her umbrella with Yamato but Yasu intercepts it and made her go off with him. Yamato hung around a little until Asahina came back from practice. She asked if he wanted to share the umbrella. They walked home together. Both started a little conversation until a car splashed over a nearby puddle. Asahina jumped away and hung on to Yamato to avoid the puddle. They stayed there for awhle before Asahina jerked away to run home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka Anime episode FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px" height="480" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/4043/suzuka53mq.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Asahina ran past Yamato without greeting him, claiming she had morning practice. After school, Yamato saw Asahina with Glasses Guy(I don't know his name. I forgot) talking. Yamato decides to go karaoke with Yasu and Sakurai. He ended up singing Hiroshima Carps, a baseball song, the only song he knows. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually turned out that Asahina and Glasses Guy wanted Yamato to join Track and Field! Yamato was relieved,but said no immediately. Glasses Guy's face fell and asked him to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, a rainstorm occurs, and the power goes out. Asahina rings Yamato's doorbell and came in carrying an aroma candle which they lighted. Asahina then started a conversation but when every bolt of lightning flashed and thunder occured, she would inch closer to Yamato. When asked if she were afraid, she shook her head though it was so obvious. She revealed that on these kind of dark occasions, her sister would be by her side. In the middle of their illuminating conversation, a bolt of lightning flashed silently, followed by a crash of thundert that made Asahina grab on to Yamato. The power soon comes back on and Asahina leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamato told Yasu that he wanted to confess to Asahina. Yasu told him that the timing had to be right. When Sakurai joins them to eat, Yamato asked her if she ever confessed, how would she do it. Sakurai didn't say anything but overseasons her soup with chilli. (Yasu stared at her in a disbelieving way, too shocked to tell her to stop). When Yamato heads off, Yasu yelled, "That's udon from hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahina asked Yamato to go shopping with her. He readily agreed, telling himself that he should confess soon. At this point of time, he opened his mouth and started to confess but seeing Asahina, he hastily changed it to asking for a treat for helping her carry her shopping bags. So timid! Haiiyo. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;That's for now. I'm gonna help with ironing. My mom made my maid iron her whole wardrobe of clothes! O.O Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I hope this post will make you watch the show some more. I think I'll be posting more of these tomorrow. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114966550910908340?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114966550910908340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114966550910908340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114966550910908340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114966550910908340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/suzuka-anime-im-dedicating-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114965602580667485</id><published>2006-06-06T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:32.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Introducing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day of the week!!! Matilday! (: Hehes. It's all because of the dumb post at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;What's your name + a y behind?&lt;br /&gt;Matilday lor.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahas!&lt;br /&gt;MatilDAY! Weeeee I'mma day!! -.-' Ohkay. I'm just nuts. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Fucking locker. Never come online today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[EDIT] Here's my horoscope. Wtf, so true. O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Element: water&lt;br /&gt;Planet: moon&lt;br /&gt;Quote: i feel that...&lt;br /&gt;Colors: silvery blue&lt;br /&gt;good: caring, productive,intuitive&lt;br /&gt;Bad: moody, irratable, lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count on anything or anyone and you won't be let down. You will probably feel used, but keep in mind that it takes two to tango and you probably should share the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and loving&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and imaginative&lt;br /&gt;Shrewd and cautious&lt;br /&gt;Protective and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;Changeable and moody&lt;br /&gt;Overemotional and touchy&lt;br /&gt;Clinging and unable to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114965602580667485?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114965602580667485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114965602580667485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114965602580667485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114965602580667485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114964659865223535</id><published>2006-06-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:31.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finished!):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshhh. I finished the Suzuka Anime already! How how how how??? ): Thinking of trying Bleach. Duno leh. Must wait for locker to come on. (: Hehes. Eeeeeyer. How can I finish Suzuka so fasttt? ): I love the ending though!(: Hahas. So sweet can? Haiis. ^^ All of you must watch lor. If not I will strap you to the seat, on the TV and put toothpicks to seperate your eyelids. Mwahahahas!!! XD =PpP Ohkay, not funny. I'm just finding something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. I just bluffed my mother. Told her that ah ma wanted me to go Parkway with her to eat around 1.30pm. Guess why it's at 1.30pm. Because the bloody tuition is at 2.00pm! Muahahahhahahahaha!!!!! XD Ah ma gave me the idea. Not me lor. I'm a poor, innocent little kiddo. XD Rightts. =P Gosh, anyone got Suzuka Anime's starting and ending song? I want it. It's beautiful. ^^ Seriously. Hais. Show you picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning. anime picture overload. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/5272/suzuka1fa.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Asahina Suzuka! Tadah!(: Quite chio right? Got chioer ones. Just lazy to find. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/5016/yamato2xh.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Yamato!(: Main character and my favourite guy character!(: Yeahsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got more lahss. But lazy lehs, how? =P Ownself go &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;YOUTUBE&lt;/a&gt; and search Suzuka Anime laa!!(: Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] I suddenly feel like showing you some more. WEEE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/4001/yamato21yg.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Yamato's determination! (: Goshs. Lijie fell in love with the guy in the storybook while I fall in love with the guy inside an anime. Wtf-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/9130/sakurai9to.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sakurai. Yamato stead with her for a little while before realising that he still loves Asahina. (: Good ol' choice, Yamato. You go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/710/bellflower0em.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what that is. It's a bellflower! And it has a firefly inside! Hais, this episode was really sweet. (: Yamato actually declared his love subconciously to Asahina while he's in a relationship with Sakurai. Tsk tsk tsk. Bad boy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/7540/hashiba0lv.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Hashiba, Asahina's best friend. Can you &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; that's her sports attire? O.O You should see her shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img327.imageshack.us/img327/9769/rollarcoaste9le.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they went to Fantasy Land. Hahas. Look at Yamato. I remember this episode! -laughs to self.&lt;br /&gt;Suzuka- You can see the city from down here!&lt;br /&gt;Yamato- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Suzuka- Look down! The city!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yamato- Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Suzuka- Look down you moron! The city!&lt;br /&gt;Yamato- HUH?!!&lt;br /&gt;Aww well. Yamato's a bit of a scaredy cat eh? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/623/yamatosick3qt.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww. Yamato's SICK. That's sadd. ): Sympathy visit. Everyone comes over to see him. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img327.imageshack.us/img327/9092/yamato37ks.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm gonna end this with Yamato looking extra cute. (: Seeee=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114964659865223535?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114964659865223535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114964659865223535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114964659865223535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114964659865223535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/finished-goshhh.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114960249012161448</id><published>2006-06-06T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:31.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do!(: Finnallllyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] talk back to teachers&lt;br /&gt;[x] stick the middle finger behind their backs&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never do their homework&lt;br /&gt;[x] curse them out&lt;br /&gt;[ ] throw paper airplanes at their head&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chew gum and stick it on their&lt;br /&gt;textbooks/chairs/desks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rip up the notices/ worksheet they give you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cut their class constantly&lt;br /&gt;[x] text your friends on your cellphone&lt;br /&gt;[x] NEVER listen to what they say&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] write them mean notes (doesn't mean I must give it to them, right?XD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] never return anything&lt;br /&gt;[x] listen to music in their class&lt;br /&gt;[x] always talk and not listen to most stuff they're&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;[x ] when they call you, you act like no ones&lt;br /&gt;calling you&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] throw paper balls across the classroom(hell yes. XD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] throw gum at the teachers back, head or ass&lt;br /&gt;[ ] steal something from their desks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you spit your gum out anywhere&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you stick your gum anywhere&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] do other things in class&lt;br /&gt;[x ] write notes in class even though they tell you&lt;br /&gt;to stop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] make out in class (ew...)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] play your psp, gameboy sp&lt;br /&gt;[x ] sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] constantly looking at yourself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;even though they tell you to put it down&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never bring anything to class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] playing cards behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] never bring back signed tests&lt;br /&gt;[x] push them in the hallway like they're one of&lt;br /&gt;the students.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY YOUR TOTALS BY 2 AND&lt;br /&gt;WRITE&lt;br /&gt;IM _ _ % BAD IN SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 34% bad in school!!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I expected like, 90% or something. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;WOOT. Another one!(: Damnit I'm going hyper already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: 1.What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Soon Hui Fang Matilda! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Age?:&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is your Ambition in Life?&lt;br /&gt;no idea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.List 3 things,u hate most in a person:&lt;br /&gt;backstabbing, asking for too much, climbing over a person's back.(so maybe that's the same. WHATEVER!=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.List 3 things,u like most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Anything, I guess, if you're ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you have a Boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What country do you want to go when u&lt;br /&gt;grow up?&lt;br /&gt;japan!!! australia(again. I never get tired of it!^^)... umm...Rome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you watch anime?&lt;br /&gt;duhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Who is your fav. Superhero?&lt;br /&gt;is spongebob squarepants counted? =P Naw, I don't watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you like in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;read my Perfect Lover post. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is your fav. color?&lt;br /&gt;pink! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.If you have an opportunity to be with&lt;br /&gt;your fav. superstar ,who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Erhms... None bahs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you prefer Love or Sex?&lt;br /&gt;love, duh. stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you prefer&gt;&gt;being alone or&lt;br /&gt;being with somebody?&lt;br /&gt;if that somebody is a person that I like, then being with somebody, if not, then alone with something to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who do you like most, your Father or&lt;br /&gt;Mother?&lt;br /&gt;neither? =X hmms. equally la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is your fav. Sports?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Are u a noisy type or a quiet type?&lt;br /&gt;noisy. But when I'm sad, extremely quiet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If you have a chance to meet God,&lt;br /&gt;what would you do to him?&lt;br /&gt;"The bastard that took my handphone in Escape theme park, who was he/she?" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you hate in a Guy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is your qoute in life?&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;example(no man in an island)&lt;br /&gt;huh.O.o no quote lehhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What do you do when your in love?&lt;br /&gt;hint hint. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What do your prefer,Comedy or&lt;br /&gt;drama?&lt;br /&gt;awww, of course comedy la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What would you do if someone kill&lt;br /&gt;someone in&lt;br /&gt;front of you?&lt;br /&gt;if is my friend, then i'll most probably kill the person that killed my friend. if not, i'll just walk away. dum dee dum. nothing to do with me. -walks away whistling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What do you think of "Love"?&lt;br /&gt;sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON THAT...&lt;br /&gt;1. Made you smile:&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wei. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry?:&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?:&lt;br /&gt;erhmmss... dot dot dot. family??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Talked to you on the phone last?:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt CALL anyone today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER...&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy?:&lt;br /&gt;flowerss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gray or black?:&lt;br /&gt;black. duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black &amp; white photos?&lt;br /&gt;black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lust or love?:&lt;br /&gt;love.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset?:&lt;br /&gt;sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;amp;M's or skittles?:&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;ms. duhhs. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Staying up late or waking up early?:&lt;br /&gt;staying up late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoke?:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Steal?:&lt;br /&gt;hmms. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe in Love at first sight?:&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you fall for the wrong guy or girl?:&lt;br /&gt;YES. heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER...&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or Moon?:&lt;br /&gt;mooon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Tea or Coffee?:&lt;br /&gt;coffee for in school, tea for whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?:&lt;br /&gt;left!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends?:&lt;br /&gt;best friendds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunny or rainy?:&lt;br /&gt;both. more to rainy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it?:&lt;br /&gt;around 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name?:&lt;br /&gt;matilda the great.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your birth date?:&lt;br /&gt;16jul'94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you want right this second?:&lt;br /&gt;finish this... thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you want to live?:&lt;br /&gt;singapore. hhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many kids do you want?:&lt;br /&gt;eh? ... umms. duno. i don't think that far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You want to get married?:&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O T H E R&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?:&lt;br /&gt;twhere got ppl cut one?! twirl la, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam?:&lt;br /&gt;huhhs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite ice cream:&lt;br /&gt;eh? no personal faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet?:&lt;br /&gt;zero. XD it's time to restockkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) what's your type of favourite soda?&lt;br /&gt;soda soda!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you cook?:&lt;br /&gt;no. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST MONTH HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Bought something:&lt;br /&gt;duhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang:&lt;br /&gt;duhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged:&lt;br /&gt;no. ): Someone hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt stupid:&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;him lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Danced crazy:&lt;br /&gt;... no-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gotten your hair cut?:&lt;br /&gt;nah. i did trim my fringe a lil though, is that counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cried:&lt;br /&gt;... DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hated anyone:&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. said I LOVE U:&lt;br /&gt;GOT. just today. wahhahas! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly to do this in an ah lian way. Bear me for this survey . (:&lt;br /&gt;01.Your name plus "y"?&lt;br /&gt;matilday. wAddabuuEer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Two feelings at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;b0reDdx anDx... b0reddx. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;sk8ter b0ii byys aVriilx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. A part of a song lyric that's in your mind:&lt;br /&gt;(OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. ENOUGH WITH THE AHLIANESS.)&lt;br /&gt;he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Describe where you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;theres plaster peeling at the top of my ceiling now. (: hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. The highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;shopping and slacking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. What are you craving to have right now?&lt;br /&gt;money!! and w/e 's on my wishlist. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Any unforgettable childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;i'm still a child. =P yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. A not-so-good childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to say it? becus, NO i am NOT gonna say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are your nicknames&lt;br /&gt;MeG(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your three plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;eat, play comp, slack. =.= ergh, unless someone asks me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your three plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;eat, play computer, slack. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you thinking of someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever gotten drunk before&lt;br /&gt;always. when i go to tricia's house. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;and hating it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Say something to the person who posted this&lt;br /&gt;before you?&lt;br /&gt;thanks for posting this boliao thing for me to do, yeah? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;someone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Fill in the blank:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SINGLE AND HATING IT. HMph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Say anything you like to whoever is reading&lt;br /&gt;your answers.&lt;br /&gt;YOZZZZZZ THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you feeling hungry?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;him la. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last friend you talked to online?&lt;br /&gt;shu wei and locker. in fact, still talkin got locker now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you like about night?&lt;br /&gt;stars.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When you were a kid, what did you want to be&lt;br /&gt;when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;tcher la. -.-' every kid's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last gift?&lt;br /&gt;erhmss. money. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What song did you last hear?&lt;br /&gt;skater boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your good luck charm?&lt;br /&gt;dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;shieh ying. =P whahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who makes you laugh the most?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]. name one person who is on your mind right&lt;br /&gt;now ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]. do you think your life has been good so far ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]. where is the last place you went ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]the living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]. who is the last person you called ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]my mom, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5]. who is the last person you texted ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]LOCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]. who is the last person who called you ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]my mom? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7]. who is the last person who texted you ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] LOCKERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8]. other than yours where was the last house&lt;br /&gt;you slept at ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]erhmmmms. i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9]. do you already have plans for this weekend ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10]. ever cheated on anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]duh uh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11]. been cheated on ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]how i know ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12]. have you ever thought that you were in love ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15]. what is your favorite body type to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;with ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]eh? o.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16]. do you look like your mom or dad ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17]. do you have siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]i'm sad i have them though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18]. do you smile often ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]yeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19]. do you think that someone is thinking about&lt;br /&gt;you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]yes. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]. could you be a vegetarian ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]i probably couldn't survive a day. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21]. are you sentimental ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]. ever thought someone was "the one" ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23]. what do you think your wedding song will&lt;br /&gt;be ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24]. what is your middle name ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]dont  hve one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25]. choose one to have (love, beauty, creativity) .&lt;br /&gt;[x]all. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26]. do you wish on stars ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]everyday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]. do you untie your shoes every time you take&lt;br /&gt;them off ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]nope. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28]. what is the most disgusting food you've ever&lt;br /&gt;eaten ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29]. would you kill someone ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30]. when did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31]. if you were making a movie about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;who would play you ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32]. have you ever met anyone famous ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] every single sunday. hahahas. NICK la duhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33]. do you like your handwriting ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34]. who are you jealous of ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] the girrl that he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]. what is your favorite lunch ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36]. do you have any bad habits ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]duh -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37]. are you a friendly person ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]to certain people yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38].if you were another person, would you be&lt;br /&gt;friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;[x] DUHHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39]. do looks matter?:&lt;br /&gt;[x]YEAHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40]. what is your favorite school subject ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] english... bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41]. are you keeping a secret from the world ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42]. do you regret anything ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43]. when was the last time you really cried your&lt;br /&gt;heart out ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44]. ever cried yourself to sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45]. ever cried on your friend's shoulder ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]no. i dont let ppl see me cry, unless that person's real special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46]. do you cry when you get an injury ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47]. do songs make you cry ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] if im feeling depressed/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48]. what can make you happy ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]at certain times, everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49]. do you wish you were happier ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]duhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50].what makes you the happiest ?&lt;br /&gt;[x]i dont know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. actually wanted to play sumore, but hor, blogger lag like siao. so. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114960249012161448?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114960249012161448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114960249012161448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114960249012161448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114960249012161448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114960010724651335</id><published>2006-06-06T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:31.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored, I took a look at the bulletin in Friendster. ^^ =.= Sue me. Hehes. Rong Han haven't tagged yet. That meanie. xP Ah well. Slacking at home everyday. Gosh, I need to go out soon. Or I would die. Not to Mr Lee's tuition though. He &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; picks on me and Nicky. Erghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell! I haven't finished my circles worksheet! &gt;.&lt; How!?! Am I going to get killed by Mr Lee? Geez, he always gives hard stuffs.Hope he kicks me out soon.(: XD Hehes. This is sick. I hate life. So boring. Ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to Zouk. Ews. Hahas, oh well. On with updating my wishlist. MY BIRTHDAY'S COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 july(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;matilda-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p.s. i did a blogskin for Shu Wei. She &lt;3s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114960010724651335?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114960010724651335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114960010724651335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114960010724651335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114960010724651335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-im-so-bored-i-took-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114958320258012928</id><published>2006-06-06T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm addicted to shopping. I need to go shopping. But I'm still freaking broke. ): EEEEYER, how? Then Xuan Yu(that bastard) say I must blanjah him movie then he blanjah him. Bloody hell. I so broke. Erghs. Anyone wanna treat me go movie? (: She's the man. I wanna watch that. ^^ FUCK FUCK FUCK I hate Yu Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my display picture, it was first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[EDIT] Gosh, enough of the stupid bigass photo. [/EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the big-ness)&lt;br /&gt;Then I said must use photoshop. I duno how it was made. Ana-mei did it. After that, she said, "What's photoshop?" Geez, I blocked her. When I use feeling well enough to talk to her again, I unblocked. Then, she irritate me again. What the hell. Stupid baka. -.-' Erghhs. Shouldn't have given her my email man! ): Sians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW! I can't connect to blogger! )): My fingernails are black now. (: I love black fingernails. XD Wahas. Oh my god, Lijie I have a sudden urge to go urban male. &gt;.&lt; (Aaron!! -swoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114958320258012928?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114958320258012928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114958320258012928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114958320258012928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114958320258012928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114950856415351167</id><published>2006-06-05T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:30.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna learn Japanese. Anyone chancing upon this blog, reading this post, and knows how to speak Japanese, please email me and tell me how to learn Japanese. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com"&gt;matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. damn it im SOOO despo =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114950856415351167?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114950856415351167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114950856415351167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114950856415351167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114950856415351167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-title.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114949443211239730</id><published>2006-06-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:30.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suzuka anime!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I know, maybe I'm a bit laggy but whatever, ohkay? Because I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; suzuka anime! Everybody should watch. Hmph, but Sakurai is a frigg' slut. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril always smashes her guitar. =X I wonder why. Doesn't she love her guitars? o.o My nails are blackey black. (: Ergh, I really don't wanna go to Mr Lee's. So boring. =X It's like, we have to do stuffs again and again and again and again. Not my fault my Maths suck what... Haiis. ): I wish Auntie Karen was here to teach me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting hotter. Its almost summer already, right? &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; Eeeeeeyer. Next time, somebody stop me. XD My music's on full blast now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNA GO SHOPPING AGAIN. ERGHHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114949443211239730?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114949443211239730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114949443211239730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114949443211239730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114949443211239730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/suzuka-anime-i-know-maybe-im-bit-laggy.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114943100323938888</id><published>2006-06-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:30.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!!!(continued)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaa!!! I read 'Jie's post just now. XD Here's the replay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped over at Parkway Parade. Wtf, I didn't know all their shops all so fucking &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; can?! Bought nail polish. Was despo for black ones so I settled for the very very ex ones because the rest were cheapskate. Guess how much.&lt;em&gt; For God's sake, it's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#%^$%@#$"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#%^$%@#$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; $13 each!!!&lt;/em&gt; What the hell laa! Then was tempted to buy the purple ones too as it was $24 for two. Ahhh!!! So tempted!!! So I bought laa, duh. -.-' REGRETTED WHEN I WENT INTO TOPSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf!!! Ahh!!! Damn angry sia!!! I saw their pumps. Was like, $34 laa, wanted to buy de, BLAME IT ON THAT &lt;a href="mailto:#!$#^%$@%"&gt;#!$#^%$@%&lt;/a&gt; TOTAL RIP-OFF NAIL POLISH!!! But is good quality laa. (: Then saw those skull'd girl boxers. Fuck fuck fuck. So fucking tempted too!!! A freaking $13. 'Jie say its ex? &lt;em&gt;I could afford it! &lt;/em&gt;But was whining to her. Because I dunno whether I should buy anot. So she told me to wait until we finish looking everywhere then come back here and decide. Went out, we went to erhmms, &lt;em&gt;every single shop there is for teens&lt;/em&gt;. Serious! I was damn hyper there, just walked around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Planet Surf. Spent $19.90 on a nice nice &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; Rusty bag. (: Wanted the Rusty wallet-purse. But it was &lt;em&gt;nowhere&lt;/em&gt; to be seen! Or maybe I didn't look properly. =X The bag caught my eye. I'll find the picture soon. (: It's &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;. SEEEE, I've got a fetish for pink! ^^ So just like that, I left $6.10. Out of $50. What the hell. On like, &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; items! Just to make me feel better, Lijie said I bought three items. Erghs. But luckily, I had like, two dollars so I went to Scoopz!!! ^^ Bought the ice cream soda/float!! Yhums yhums. ^^ Deliciousss. $3.20 It's worth the money, for one, their scoop is SO big!!! Yheaps! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Katong Shopping Centre to play bowling. Lijie jumped for joy. She thought $1 nia for each person. In the end must pay $2.20 each, not including the $1. She calmed down. After that, she &lt;em&gt;tong&lt;/em&gt; $1 into the machine and out came chewy mint gums!! (: Like, 10 of them. She shocked you know. Hahas. Because she was expecting only one to come out, then 10 of them came out. She stared at it, then stared at me, then we take it out, I ate half of it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sian, went to walk walk walk walk. Walk to busstop. Then called Jason. Ask him whether he wanna meet me at City Hall. He give excuse, not feeling well. I told him Lijie and me go and visit him, he say no. I whine, nothing happen... ): Lijie say he immature then we put down the phone. Despo mahs! Call Xuan Yu lor. He also sui sui grandmother at home, then not feeling well. I told him he promise &lt;em&gt;blanjah&lt;/em&gt; me movie. Then he say must tell him one day before. I whine. Nothing happen also, then Lijie and I took... Duno what bus that goes to Buona Vista. But we stopped near.. I have no idea. Hehes. Lijie the evil genius found Suntec!!! (: (I spy with my little eye, the building oooh so tall that is &lt;em&gt;Suntec!!!&lt;/em&gt; -light engulfs the building and everyone shields their eye while saying, "It's a miracle!!!") Ohkay not funny. We walked inside, I was depressed. I had no money to spend. Hais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had around, $2 though! Spent it on.... &lt;em&gt;capsule machines!!!&lt;/em&gt; I love those little machines. Guess what I used $2 for!! This cute cute thang that comes in a miniature box!!! It's SO cute!!! Lijie and I went gaga over it saying stuffs like, "It's so small!!! Ahh, it's slippers! So cute can?!!!" As you can see, we love those machines. (: She spent money on those cliipeh things in the arcade. BLUFF MONEY ONE!!! She clip the Mickey Mouse so tightly already, then it dropped. Wtf. I clipped a sweet though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijie dragged me to every single Topshop there is. I love their virgin slut lip gloss/soap(AHA!! THE FIRST TIME I SPELT IT I SPELT IT AS SOUP!! HAAH!!=X). So cool la!(: It's like, the soap is in different compartments. And then it's like, the virgin one smells like... Well virgin soap! (I spelt it as soup again!!! WAHAHAH!! =X) Then the slut one smelled damn slutty. Was sooo tempted to buy. Then got this duno what thing, can bring back childhood memories. Lijie wanted to buy the gay one. Haha!!! =X And there's this one that makes you speak in an Irish accent. Go check it out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to check out Spotlight. But damn lazy. Hahas. Went to City Hall and Lijie commented on the fact that urban male got hot guys. So, DUH we both single so we go in and check the &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt; stuffs out. There's this hot guy there. Called Aaron, I think. Omg! He's soooo hot ohkay?!! Even hotter than Paul, I think. (: Damn it!! Then the guy talking to Aaron was also hot. ^^ Then Lijie said, "Can we spend our life here?" We giggled like siao. Then she said, "Eh look at stuffs eh!!! You lidat they will see de!" I immediately turned away from them and looked at the slippers. The slippers are stubborn. Took a pair out. Put it back, it bounced off the rubber band. I put it back, it bounced off again. That time I was laughing already. At the hotness of those guys, and the giggling of Lijie and the slippers literally &lt;em&gt;bouncing&lt;/em&gt; off the stands. Then Lijie caught sight of it. She laughed as well. She put it back, it bounced. She tried again, it stayed. The slippers hate me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, we stepped out of the shop. Hais!!! Aaron. ): Lijie has dubbed him as "my(Lijie's) Aaron" Wtf laa. Hahas. So stupid. Hahas =X I think that's all folks. Oh! Lijie thought she lost her wallet at Zara. 'Cause I helped her pay, then was on the phone with Mom. She slowly thought, ripped open her Zara bag, so it tore, and then grabbed the shirt inside out. Unknowingly, she couldn't see her wallet in the middle of the shirt. Hahas. It was visible to me only la. (: Then she placed it back, and started talking to herself. "Ohkay, Matilda went to Zara and queued for me... Eh!! You got gimmie back anot?!" I hung up the phone and then grabbed the shirt out again, taking out the wallet as well. Chua tio by her you know. Haiyo. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my legs ache! do yours, lijie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114943100323938888?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114943100323938888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114943100323938888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114943100323938888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114943100323938888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/shoppingcontinued-wahahaa-i-read-jies.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114941370429471482</id><published>2006-06-04T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:30.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blast. Went shoppppping today! ^^ With lijie. AND we didn't make it back to BF. What the hell. Hahas, I bought very little things, BUT I spent like, $50. Seriously!Maybe to most of you, that's like little but whatever. To me it's ALOT. Ergh, I'm so tired. Someone remind me to blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114941370429471482?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114941370429471482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114941370429471482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114941370429471482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114941370429471482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-what-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114934252499224940</id><published>2006-06-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:29.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;retro!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. xD After BFY bday bash, I have been addicted to retro AND itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini(the song). AHAHHAAHHSAHSHSHSHSHAHAHAHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must chill. I'm going high. BECAUSE I DRANK ALOT ALOT ALOTT OF COFFEE AND NOW I CAN'T SLEEEEEP!!! WEEEEEE. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to sgpost with 'Jie tomorrow. 'Jie as in LiJie. Hehes, lijie laa, but I like LiJie leh, then can write as 'Jie. Right right right?!!! Told you I'm high!!! ((: I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; my black nail polish! My nails can't wait no longer. But their short, because I've been biting it. =X Must...curb...habit... -stares at nails. ERGHHH!!! -munch munch munch hahahs, no laa. Joking, I'm not that despo for nail biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I follow Leha? Borrow it for awhile ohkay, Leha darling? =X Hope you won't mind. I hate my nail on my right hand's thumb. Seriously. It's short. Very short. I hate you nail. Grow back, won't you? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DARED LIJIE TO WEAR FAKE NAILS. WHAHAHAH =x Anyway, I wonder if Wei Zhang poked the &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; balloon anot. I wanna laugh at him. =X Mwahhahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, 3, 4 tell the people what she wore!&lt;br /&gt;she wore a itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHHAHA. I'm &lt;em&gt;high!!!&lt;/em&gt; Sigh, my dear Jen has gone overseas. Not really far laa, but just gone. Away from Singapore. Don't leave me for too long, Jen. ): Eth and I miss you... NOT!!! Hehes. No laa. Jk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered something. Thow looked gh3y(h4cker language for GAY) with his fan yesterday(BFY bash). Seriously, Thow. You looked real weird. xD But I don't mind. There's something to laugh about when I'm down. ^^ Go blog soon, ohkay? AND TAG ME AGAIN YOU !%$^$^!#$. XD I hate my nails. ): Haiiiiiis. Figure out how someone can be his own grandpa. Email me: &lt;a href="mailto:matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com"&gt;matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or taggyyy me. (: I'll reveal it one day. (: I love that song. Wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has the song It's your birthday? It goes something like&lt;br /&gt;You can jump around in the library like a kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;put your pants on your head and shout &lt;em&gt;whoopee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't know already. ): Someone please send me that song. I'll hug you. (: Eh, Xuanyu, you owe me a movie. I don't care you. I want to watchhhh She's the Man! Erghhs! Someone &lt;em&gt;blanjah&lt;/em&gt; me. I'll hug you. Twice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I forgot what I wanted to say. Erhhm.. OH YEAH. Paul Twohill is frigg' HOT ohkay? So if you want to vote, vote for him. I'll hug you thrice!(: Freee huggg!!! WEEEEEEEEE. Do it ohkay? Just vote for him soon. I'll hug you. I really will. Even if you're old and wrinkly or big and burly, I'll still hug you. Because you voted for &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Singapore Idol. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114934252499224940?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114934252499224940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114934252499224940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114934252499224940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114934252499224940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/retro-tee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114931548392911114</id><published>2006-06-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:29.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Hahas. Eh people it's not my fault I didn't wear retro go there lor. ): Is Jen and Eth's fault. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday rocked. ((: Nick was damn &lt;em&gt;hiong&lt;/em&gt;. Well, practically almost all of them went crazy. Jen and I went high high high! Rong Han started pretending to be high also. -.- Lame can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about laa, just that I regretted not wearing retro there. So, blehhhh. )):&lt;br /&gt;Eh, my birthday is coming!(: I should update my wishlist right? xD Then you all will know what to get for me. Mwahahaha!!! By the way, it's the &lt;strong&gt;SIXTEEN OF JULY&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks XP Eeeyer, I'm regrettingggggg alot for not wearing retrooooo. )): Sian lorrr!!!!!!! ERGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloons I brought back are near my window now. Their so preetaye. (: Oh oh oh! That reminds me! I made Wei Zhang(sp?) carry a &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt; balloon home! Yayness! I hope people said he looked gay. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my black nail polish soon. I need to paint my nails. Anot I shall die of boredom. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114931548392911114?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114931548392911114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114931548392911114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114931548392911114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114931548392911114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114922975925090376</id><published>2006-06-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:29.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It wasn't powerpuff girls themed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for that. But I'm pissed at Ethel and Jen. Ergh. It's like, I asked for quite along time if I could go town with them. Then when my mom said yes at last, Jen said she cannot go. Then Singapore Post is near BF right? Jen say she lazy. Wtf laa. So spoiltsport can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go out anyday, fine I don't care. But I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;. Don't irritate me already. I'm bloody pissed. Then, MSN hates me. Doesn't let me sign in. What.The.Fuck. I almost beat up Glenn today. Damn fucking pissed off by him. Got stripped off monitor position? I'm happy. Complain to teacher? I just said I did that for fun and it didn't even hurt. Please, I just bloody kicked you in the stomach nia. Need to pretend to sob? -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad or anything, I'm just angry, pissed and fucking irritated. I don't care if two of them mean the same thing. It just proves my point. I asked Leha whether she could go with me. Sadly, she didn't know where SingPost was. Understandable. So I don't blame her. But what the shit is all about "I don't want! I'm lazy!" things from Jen and Ethel. If either of you read this, remember. I'm bloody irritated by you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. How come you cannot ownself go? I said before. I'm not a loner, never a loner. I would &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be somewhere alone, by myself. I would always be with either my friends or family or other familiar people. You &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; see me alone in school nor outside so &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going by myself, thank you very much. Anyone wanna volunteer to go with me? -.-' Ergh. Sometimes, my friends are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; matilda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im listening to bad day. wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114922975925090376?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114922975925090376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114922975925090376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114922975925090376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114922975925090376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-wasnt-powerpuff-girls-themed-im.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114914072204274220</id><published>2006-05-31T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:29.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to Ben's party. WTF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF WTF WTF WTF. I CANNOT BELIEVE MY MOTHER IS GONNA DRAG ME THERE. WTF WTF WTF. Damn it. ): It's so saddening.Time passed &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; slow today in school. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I made it a point to try to get out of it! Like yesterday, when Ben asked me if I could go, and since Thow was there, I said, "If he goes, then I go!" Luckily, he has school till 6.00pm so he could run out of it. Is that unfair or unfair. ): Sigh, sometimes I have no life. Which is saddening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so bored today, I translated the "The Last Lesson" in my Chinese textbook from Chinese(duh!) to English. Wow. (: Applause please. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. I just hope- if I ever go- Ben's party will not be powerpuff girls themed. ): I would die for you to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matilda- &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. THOW YOU PROMISED TO ENTERTAIN ME. Don't go back on your words or I will kill you. No, wait that would be breaking my precept. Ah well. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114914072204274220?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114914072204274220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114914072204274220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114914072204274220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114914072204274220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-going-to-bens-party.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114905525906092239</id><published>2006-05-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:28.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS. Go on!!! Guess what (: means!!! XD IT MEANS IM &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. Get it? Like, HAPPY!!! (: See, nervy spaz again. Don't ask me why my mood suddenly change. Maybe because I finally got a proper meal today. Haha, no laa. I only had one proper meal in 3 days. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. I like Saving Jane's Girl next door. It's nice eh. Go try it out. (: Anyway, Goosey stop going to Thow's blog and posting as anon. You &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's you please. Can't deny it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is in &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; with Thow. Don't you agree, Thow? ^^ I think he does. 'Cause yesterday I hit Thow one time, he push me away from him. I was laughing, until he almost ripped my bag. Fuck him laa. What the fuck. But guess what. I know how to dodge him. XD Use two people. 1)Serge!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Thow&lt;br /&gt;Duh.-.-' Just hide behind them can already. Mwahahaa. XD Then I said, "Ben if you say 'I love Thow Xin Qiang(I KNOW YOUR FULL NAME!!!) and Kan Rong Han Serge(or isit the other way round?)' then I let you hit me." He said no. Means he has to right to hit me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I stole Thow's specs. ^^ I wish. ): For like, two seconds only until he caught up. I hope the next time, you fall. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good happened today. Maybe that's why I'm happy. Glenn Lai was stripped off his monitor position today. (: I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; happy. This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Toh: Take out your Science Workbook and turn to page one. Hong Wei, can mark ah! (personal joke.xD) Yada yada yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;~Ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Toh: (Walks to Glenn) Where is your book?&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: Huh I never bring.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Toh: Give me your badge. I'm not happy with your behavior! Chinese correction never do! This and that never bring!!!&lt;br /&gt;Glenn:(Act cool about this) Okay. (Takes off badge)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else: YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 matilda-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114905525906092239?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114905525906092239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114905525906092239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114905525906092239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114905525906092239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-what-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114896527264964542</id><published>2006-05-29T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:28.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have a smiley face on my right hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who drew it. Jen of course! Because I drew &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; hand. I hope you didn't wipe it off. ): Everytime I see the smiley, I smile. Or maybe I try to smile. Don't really mean it though. Guess what, I'm going to Ajahn Brahm's talk. Because my mom's gonna drag me there. Joy. I think I ought to wear a long sleeve shirt there. But very hot there mahs, not meh? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Glenn, Jia Min and Quan Min (it's pronounced as guan min. weird hor? -.-') stood behind me while Mdm Ho was teaching. They were the only three standing plus a few more people because they forgot to bring the &lt;em&gt;zhi shi bao&lt;/em&gt;. Trust them! =.= The fun part is, I slammed the green tea bottle on Quan Min. At that place. Geddit. XD Actually supposed to hit his stomach, he defend, if I hit upper, Mdm Ho will see, so I slam down lor. He "oof!"-ed very loudly. Mwahhaa. Cher saw. Damn it! Then Cheryl almost got caught for eating in class. The girls behind all eating chewing gum. Waddafuck. ... -.-' So lame!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I'm off already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i sound happy right? I'm a tad bit happier than yesterday, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114896527264964542?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114896527264964542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114896527264964542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114896527264964542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114896527264964542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-smiley-face-on-my-right-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114890204244578691</id><published>2006-05-29T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:28.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lousy post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. Anyway this is gonna be a short post. I was getting happy and all. And then I saw something that seriously pissed me off. Damn it. You don't have to know. I'm frigg' pissed now. It's always like that. I can't stand it. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dad is not gonna let me go out with J and E. I think. Oh well, I'll psycho him into letting me. Hiias. I can't believe I'm getting sad over him. It's like, the second time I've got sad over a guy. The first one was Ree Kee, the other is... You don't have to know. Bleh. Hmph. Ergh. My cuts frigg' hurt now. Applicable to that poem over there. I'll just type it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut to bleed;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed to feel;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain;&lt;br /&gt;That's sadly real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it doesn't affect me if you take my penknife(YES, YOUR FAULT), because I have other ways. I want that Rip Curl jacket but it's a fucking $75. Can someone be a kind soul and buy it for me? ): Then I'll smile for you. -.-' Fuck fuck fuck. Just fucking buy my Rip Curl for meeee. ): Hiias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my hand's bleeding. yayness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114890204244578691?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114890204244578691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114890204244578691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114890204244578691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114890204244578691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/lousy-post-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114888637165678587</id><published>2006-05-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:28.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today pretty much rocked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not. It sucked. Like, very much. I don't wanna talk about it. It's just that Ling Heng is despo to own me. Not today, kiddo, because I'm damn moody and tired today. And guess what! Thow doesn't want to return me my penknife! Gwenn!!! You go help me get it back. You too, Lehar. Please. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Check out my conversation with Gwenny yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting about how mean Thow is. (I haven't gotten over my penknife yet!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HE DIDNT WANNA GIVE IT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: why&lt;br /&gt;Me: cus he cares fr all his frds and doesnt wan me to cut myself. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: fuck. i dont either&lt;br /&gt;Me: bleh you&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: hey! i could be the president of the dunt-let-matty-cut campaign. and he can be the vice president or smth (That's what Goosey calls me now. Matty. And that's why I call her Goosey)&lt;br /&gt;Me: right...... ^.- you know what? your lame&lt;br /&gt;Gwen: and loving evry single second of it!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;See how lame Goosey is? She's that lame. Wtf is don't let matty cut campaign... ^.- She wants to talk to you, you know, Thow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, someone frigg' tell Bryan and Ling Heng to stop calling me. Wtf. I cannot stand them. Goosey, we need to get new friends, besides Lehar and me and you. Our friends are freaking us out, eh? Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. I frigg' hate school. I fucking hate school. I damnit fucking hate school. But guess what! School from Monday to Friday! WTF!!! ): Haiis. My life is fucked up. Like, so much. Ew. I just found out something. My playlist is full of depressing songs like Creep- Radiohead, Every me, every you etc. So that's not a sad song but I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I'm still boyfriend-less. I'm so pathetic. Even Shu Wei has one. I should start the lonely losers club again. Right. Fuck. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I want a boyfriend. So I have someone to rant to. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114888637165678587?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114888637165678587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114888637165678587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114888637165678587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114888637165678587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-pretty-much-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114881816826371938</id><published>2006-05-28T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:27.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I got donned by Tag. I mean, i got tagged by Don. Lols. Not funny, I know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Network Check (Being Tagged Again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 ppl u can think of at the top of your head. Dun read the below questions before you write and tag 5 ppl to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shu Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Gwendolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Thow(Because I'm still fuming over my penknife. hais.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ree Kee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Shabbna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ling Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) You Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Javier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Jie Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Wei Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Qi Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?(Javier)&lt;br /&gt;School, P5. He's really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 1? (Shu Wei)&lt;br /&gt;I would probably not be able to gain confidence and get peer pressure to study(not that it helps. XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? (Cindy and Bryan)&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh like siao. Bryan and Cindy?! ... Right... For one, Cindy ain't straight... ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?(Qi Ting)&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? (Jen and Jie Ying)&lt;br /&gt;No... They haven't met and they are both girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3 (Gwendolyn)&lt;br /&gt;My bestest ever friend. ((: She's crude, though. Damn frigg' sacarstic but I get to see her once a week only. ): She's only my tuition friend though we are great friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive? (Jie)&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO QIAO?! Hmm, ohkay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7. (Thow)&lt;br /&gt;Huh... Umm.. Ohkay... He stole my penknife? Sorry that's the only thing that goes through my mind now 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4? (Leah)&lt;br /&gt;If I ever turn les or I was a guy, because she's hot. Like me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 7? (Thow)&lt;br /&gt;PENG. probably? didn't think that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single? (Duncan)&lt;br /&gt;He's my 'god brother' and yes he's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name? (Ree Kee)&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW. Duh I know. My ex mahs. Tan? Aiya he's full name Ree Kee Tan/ Tan Li Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11? (Shabbna)&lt;br /&gt;Why you again? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 go to? (Gwendolyn)&lt;br /&gt;KCPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live? (Jen)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know leh!But I know her school near Tiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favourite thing about 5? (Karen)&lt;br /&gt;Her craziness. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. see how bored I am without my penknife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114881816826371938?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114881816826371938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114881816826371938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114881816826371938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114881816826371938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-bored-and-thats-why-i-got-donned-by.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114880812158273545</id><published>2006-05-28T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:27.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O.O&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;My penknife. It's gone till I see (GRR)Thow again. Ask me why. &lt;em&gt;You: Why?&lt;/em&gt; Because he stole it from me. Grr. I shouldn't have brought &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; to BF today! It's either being read, listened or, (-glares at Thow) &lt;em&gt;stolen. &lt;/em&gt;Ohkay, not fair. ): First he tries to ask me what's wrong, then he steals my penknife. Like, wtf. ): I miss my penknife already. Blehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating laaaa. EEEEE. &lt;a href="mailto:$^%$^%&amp;@$"&gt;$^%$^%&amp;amp;@$&lt;/a&gt; More things to get depressed again about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jun Zhao is being gay. Ohkay, so maybe not depressed but he used to be my friend! So it's really weird for Jun Zhao to be gay. He's nickname is... Alot of star stuffs and then ObSessEd. LurVe HeRr.  Oh god, please don't tell me he's turned gay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My penknife's gone. THOW YOUR FAULT YOU MORON. HMPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I think I won't be able to go for the BF Youth Birthday Bash but Ethel and Jen are going! ): I wanna goooo. BLEHHH. Actually, I think I'm gonna act extra guai and then ask them whether can go. Puhlease, I wanna go watch Over the Hedge! !!! Desperate times goes for desperate measures. The last thing I could do. Ask Jen's mom to ask my mom. XD Muahha!!! Jen's dad told me to call him Kor Kor Alex. Wtf. -.-' Lame man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, Thow, now you're officially the meanest guy in my world. Hmph. ): Return my penknife soon or I'll... Um... I'll. I'll... I don't know. I'll do something to you, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you noticed, I haven't been putting the Great behind matilda. It's because I don't feel great. I aint' the great anymore when I'm sad. So, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114880812158273545?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114880812158273545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114880812158273545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114880812158273545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114880812158273545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/o.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114873849793979303</id><published>2006-05-27T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:27.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is wrong with the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy today and then at the end of the day, my sister has so come and fucking piss me off. What the hell. I was just sitting down, watching Lady of Leisure(it's a nice show. Catch it every Saturday 9.00pm on Channel 8! I sound like an advertiser. Wtf.) and then I randomly told her I could play Fur Elise( by Beethoven(sp?)). After that she immediately said, "You can play the whole song or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes. Obviously &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;! Puhlease. I mastered piano until Grade 3 where I gave up because my teacher practically chained me to the piano every single lesson(Ohkay so maybe not.) and made me stay back to practice somemore. Going there was like going to hell. Of course, I quit! I was really demoralised and stopped touching the piano I had at home. Only till three days ago, I went to Claudia's house to fold some stars(not that I really did alot) and we ended up playing Stress aka Speed. NO not speed as in maths speed, speed as in the card game speed. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then showed me her music file. There were lots of music scores there and Fur Elise interested me since my sister used to play it every day last time. It brought misery to me when I thought of those dreadful days where I had to use tissue paper to stuff my ears whenever she played but joy when I thought of the fact that I could boast to people I can play Fur Elise. I knew fully well it wasn't the full Fur Elise as the full version could never be only one page long. I praticed and practiced everyday until today, where I could finally play it without mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After boasting happily to my sister, because it's a real feat that I could play as I was very rusty already and she snobbily told me that she could play the full version. Serious! Snobbily. &lt;em&gt;Snobbily &lt;strong&gt;SNOBBILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Puh-lease! What rights do you have to tell me &lt;strong&gt;snobbily&lt;/strong&gt; that you can play the full version. You were just one grade away from Diploma! Anyone who couldn't play that song at that stage would be a rusty, metal chicken. (Random. I know.) I told her I obviously couldn't play the full version and she haughtily took her book out and started killing me slowly with her horrible playing. At least when I played, the silent pedal was always down until I really mastered it. Geez! She is really killing me slowly. I bet if you put thousands of chickens in front of the piano, they would die. Fast because her skills are really rusty. I wouldn't say it sucked because it's still better than mine but rusty. And she doesn't make it a point to put the silent pedal down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, wouldn't you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister like her? Notice the sacarsm please. You can sing in a silly manner while she kills all the flowers or living things around her except you since you would be drowning in your own horrible, no, scratch that, &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; singing. Wait, why did the window glass break? Oh well, I guess it's both of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda- OUT &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This is depressing. Everytime he logs on, I stare at the screen, hoping he would talk to me but he doesn't. Damn it damn it damn it. I really want to talk to him, but I know better ever since my &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt;(notice the sacarsm) exeh, Ree Kee Tan. Tan Li Qi. Whatever? Same difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114873849793979303?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114873849793979303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114873849793979303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114873849793979303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114873849793979303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-wrong-with-world-i-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114864503529613097</id><published>2006-05-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:26.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STOP FUCKING COPYING ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I'm fucking pissed off, I hate people copying me and when I'm pissed off and someone copies me I get FUCKING fucked up pissed! And guess what, I'm fucking fucked up pissed  TIMES THREE. BECAUSE THREE FUCKING PEOPLE FUCKING COPY ME. Damn it! At least when I copy sometimes, I credit them or something! And if that person hates it, I stop using it altogether. Well, those three who are reading this, FUCKING STOP COPYING ME, SIMILIAR OR THE SAME OR I'LL FRIGG' SLAM YOUR HEAD ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR WHEN I MEET YOU. I'LL SLAM YOUR HEAD HARD LIKE WHAT I DID TO REE KEE, JUST 10809357803975093275 TIMES HARDER! Get me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The girl from I don't know what's the URL for the blog: (if I'm not wrong, it goes like this) disHh iiShh c0ppiieryttEdD byY tipsehhladehh w0rsS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First reaction: WTF ah lian blog! runn!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three seconds after first reaction: Eh wait a minute. tipsehhladehh? WTF THAT'S MINE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then my laptop hibernated. wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why ladeh? why cannot lady? or laydeh? or whatever. I don't care. just to ladeh me. because &lt;strong&gt;im&lt;/strong&gt; tipsehladeh! Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck off!!! Ergh!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shu Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid to say so. I always use this: she's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; _____ / he's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; _____&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what the hell. I use them for like, ever! And you go and frigg' copy me. she's my hazelnut (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell  ^.- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK JUST FUCKING GET SOME FUCKING CREATIVITY LAA! GO FUCK A COW! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Just fuck off! Rawrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm in a depressing/mood swing mood thingeh. So just fuck off unless you promise me you can make me feel happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114864503529613097?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114864503529613097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114864503529613097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114864503529613097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114864503529613097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-fucking-copying-me-as-most-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114860784290551126</id><published>2006-05-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:26.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Depressing entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Leha went depressed, I started calming down a little. I haven't been eating alot of sugar so I'm down. ): It's because...&lt;br /&gt;1) I haven't seen &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; for MORE THAN 1 WEEK. What.The.Fuck&lt;br /&gt;2) the Great Singapore Sale starts today but my father didn't let me go out with my friends. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;3) Leha's sad.&lt;br /&gt;4) I want to meet my moron family soon. ): I miss MIAOQI, MIAOQI misses me. So, yeah. ): Ergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad now. Don't ask me why. I fucking hate my class man. I wanna like, change my seats so that I won't sit next to Ling Heng. Wth, you guys better fuck off. Whatever you want to irritate me, I betcha that you will never dare to tell me who you are. Just because you are a coward doesn't mean you can come here and irritate me/ abuse this blog with vulgar words. Yes, I use vulgarities, but whatever?! I don't scold people directly. Ohkay, maybe I do but not like you. I don't suck. Thanks very much so fuck off before I make &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; suck &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; father's dick. Hate me? Wanna scold me somemore? Fine! Be my guest. But don't blame me if I own you badly and hurl vulgarities at you. You'll get owned. Like &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; badly that you go back crying, sucking your own mother's toes. Still wanna argue with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com"&gt;matilda_soon2003@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; BE MY GUEST. If not, then shut the hell up, cowards! FUCK THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114860784290551126?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114860784290551126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114860784290551126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114860784290551126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114860784290551126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/depressing-entry-ever-since-leha-went.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114846669944078688</id><published>2006-05-24T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:26.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Like my new blog?&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;So? Do you, do you??!! You should. (: I should credit but ah well, blame it on lazy meee. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Xiang Rui asked me something. I told Melissa and she was like, "OMG OMG OMG!! RLY?! AHHH SO GOOD!!!" I was like, Erhm, ohkay wtf? "Definately swoon-worthy eh?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes and said, "LIKE DUH. OMG OMG OMG!! AHHH1!!" As you can see, she holds a biiiggg crush for her beloved Xiang Rui. Oh yeah, erhm, it's not Melissa Kwan. It's not Melissa Soon either!!! It's another Melissa. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Pei Yee's hairstyle was uber... weird? Well, yeah weird. No one in Singapore would tie it like that. Well, besides kooky people BESIDES me. Guess how she tied it. Damn it I should have just swiped out my phone and took a picture of her hair if I weren't afraid that my battery would run out and I would not be able to SMS Marcellus and Jenneh if she replies me. I deeply regret that DECISION!!! Damn it I took five minutes to think of that word! Anyway, her hair was like, a pony tail and then TWO FUCKING WEIRD PLAITS (which Thow can't tie. He can't tie plaits, I mean.). I was hyperventilating when I saw that. It was soooo frigg' weird can? After I finished the breathless moment, I start laughing. Like siao. Then I started announcing! "Oh my god Wei Yee look at that! WHAHAHA!!!" "Oh my god Shu Wei! Stare at that ugly looking thingeh sprouting from her head! WHAHAHAHHAH!!!" But I think Shu Wei didn't hear. 'Cause she said "huh?" twice. So, ): WHAHAHHAHA TWO WEIRD FRIGG' PLAITS HANGING FROM HER HEADDDD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervy spaz laa.&gt;.&lt; It's been a long time since I talked to him. We haven't seen each other for more than a week already. So depressing. ): Anyway, Ling Heng is a loseric loser. So is Li Qi. Guess why I'm spelling my exeh's name in Chinese. BECAUSE LI QI STARTS WITH L! Now how do you spell Ling Heng and Li Qi again? Ah, I know. L-O-S-E-R! (: Stupid Ree Kee, hit me lor! Ohkay, so maybe I started it. Not my fault! I joined Wei Yee and the rest of us acceptable weight people at TAF in order for Matilda the Great to lose some weight( rhyming was not intentional) because she is already a fucking 43kg and THAT is rounded down! Geddit?!! So if I rounded up it would be like, 44kg! What IS that?! 43.8kg. What the fuck! So fucking fat cannnn!! Erghhh1 That's why I'm gonna lose like, 3 kg. And MY MAID'S NOT HELPING!&lt;br /&gt;every now and then:&lt;br /&gt;Wati: Meimei! You want to eat anot!&lt;br /&gt;Me: DUWAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wati: Omelette with cheese in bread want anot? Jie Jie eating!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Ah fuckk.. She got me again!* OHKAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. so suck. So depressing. Haven't talked to him nor seen him for more than a week!!! (IMAGINE THAT LAA!!!) I'm a fucking 43kg, (I KNOW IM FAT SO STOP LAUGHING! HMPH!), Jie Ying's angree at me(NO FAIR!) and my exeh hates me. See why I'm depressed? Well, that's why I'm depressed. Oh on with the being a loser thingeh because I lost my senses when I remember IM A FUCKING 43 KG 160CM PERSEH! Nervy spaz alert again, Leha!!! Ohkay, then I said to Ree Kee, "Oei! Run laa! No wonder you can't get out of TAF! Loser!!!" "Shut up laa! Yala you very skinny(RIGHTT, REEKEE. RIGHTT!!!) laa! Happy?!" Subconsiously, while arguing, we walked around 1-2 rounds around the whole of Chong Cheng... Was it branch or high? Oh well I don't know. (: Then he pretend to hit me. I hate it when people pretend to hit me. Especially when the person really hits. So it was self-defence that I hit him back... Right? It was hard. But hor, they say jun zi dong kou bu dong shou. Blehh!!! He hit me back. ): So mean lor! Wah lan eh. My back damn pain lor. But guess what. (: I slapped the side of his head. Well, not slap. Just made it collide with my palm. Which has to hurt because he almost came running after me to hit me when I stepped out of Chong Cheng to Kong Hwa. HA! Two different worlds nowwww xP Then he go complain to his gang. What.The.Fuck? -.-' "Eh Ree Kee!" Jie Ying warned me when he approached with his gang. "Shit..." I bend my head down so they won't see me. Alas! Ree Kee noticed me and pull my pony tail. Not hard. Because if he did, he would probably be in Hell by now. (: Yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste my time blogging about Ling Heng. It's just that he so loseric, forget to on silent mode, looked so frigg' scared when his phone rang when I talked in class with my handphone twice before and started explaining scaredly- yah no such word but I don't care): - to Mdm Toh. Sadly, she let him off. ): Saddd rightt?! ))': Aww. He give all the bullshit excuses la! What, "No got this guy call me-" His words faltered and died off soon after when See Yee saved him. Ah well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;!(:&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ergh! I wanna meet you / talk to you soon. ): Miss you like, SO much. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114846669944078688?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114846669944078688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114846669944078688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114846669944078688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114846669944078688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/like-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114845030068412296</id><published>2006-05-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:25.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testinggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114845030068412296?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114845030068412296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114845030068412296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114845030068412296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114845030068412296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/testinggg.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114839081339399239</id><published>2006-05-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lame laa! -.-'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this at Candy's blog AGAIN! Sorry, it's really contagious, Candy! =P&lt;br /&gt;For homos, gays and girls!(:&lt;br /&gt;About guys, Turned ON, OFF or DC(Don'tcare):&lt;br /&gt;Is taller than you: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces: DEPENDS(: ohkay no such option. guess what, i DNT CARE!=p&lt;br /&gt;Wears a grill: DC&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Preppy: DEPENDS(:&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Ghetto: OFF(!)&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Gothic: DC&lt;br /&gt;Has blue eyes: DC LAA!&lt;br /&gt;Has green eyes: DC LAA!&lt;br /&gt;Has hazel eyes: ON&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes: ON&lt;br /&gt;Drinks alcohol: DC&lt;br /&gt;Wears glasses: DC&lt;br /&gt;Smokes: OFF OFF OFF OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plays sports: ON&lt;br /&gt;Smiles a lot: ON&lt;br /&gt;Calls you just to say Hi: ON&lt;br /&gt;Compliments you: ON&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer:DC&lt;br /&gt;Wears jewelry: ON&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when you walk in the room: ON&lt;br /&gt;Has brown hair: DC&lt;br /&gt;Has Black hair: DC&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Can make you laugh at any given moment: ON&lt;br /&gt;Loyal: On&lt;br /&gt;Laid back: Onp&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar: ON&lt;br /&gt;Plays drums: ON&lt;br /&gt;Sing: ON&lt;br /&gt;Lean muscles: DC&lt;br /&gt;He can draw: ON&lt;br /&gt;Easily jealous: OFFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't eat meat: DC&lt;br /&gt;Bisexual: OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo: DC&lt;br /&gt;Has a lip ring: ON&lt;br /&gt;Has tongue ring: OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's MY turn(:&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear/own a pair of glasses&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played some sort of video game 5 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have (had) GI Joes or toy dinosours&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you pack your lunch to school[&lt;br /&gt;] reading books is fun&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you go to the library to "hang out"&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you get good grades&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've corrected people's grammar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] math class rocks!(EW!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've told someone ajoke and nobody laughed&lt;br /&gt;total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like eating chinese food with chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've won the spelling bee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] girls/boys have cooties!&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've watched t.v for 4 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sports are just not my thing&lt;br /&gt;total = 1&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have/had a pet tarantula, snake, and/orlizard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you cried because you got an F on something&lt;br /&gt;[ ] your homework is ALWAYS turned in on time(HAHA THE CHERS WISH!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] your NEVER late for class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiderman is the coolest superhero EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;total = 1&lt;br /&gt;[x(when arguing)] you corrected the teacher(of course laa. den hw to win?-.-')&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you want to be a doctor or surgeon when you grow up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have a napoleon dynamite t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you always have a pen or pencil for class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're an honor studen&lt;br /&gt;total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've never cheated on a test/quiz&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dont care about my looks...I have school workto worry about&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you've tripped and fallen in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are way cool!&lt;br /&gt;total = 0&lt;br /&gt;ADD THEM ALL UP AND MULTIPLY BY 2.then post "im __% nerdy&lt;br /&gt;I'M 14% NERDY! YAY!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the Great&lt;br /&gt;p.s. dont u think this skin rox?(; thank leha! shes rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114839081339399239?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114839081339399239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114839081339399239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114839081339399239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114839081339399239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/lame-laa.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114838522922203568</id><published>2006-05-23T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:25.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THREE POSTS!!!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! Three posts in one day. (: No laa, I'm just here to rant that I hate being single. ):&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice nice song. (:&lt;br /&gt;So sick- Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm mmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do-do&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz right now it says that we&lt;br /&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;(it's ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;It's been months&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I just&lt;br /&gt;(can't get over us)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stronger then this&lt;br /&gt;(enough is enough)&lt;br /&gt;No more walkin round&lt;br /&gt;With my head down&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over being blue&lt;br /&gt;Cryin over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calender I have&lt;br /&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;br /&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And your memory&lt;br /&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leave me alone)&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;(Stupid love songs)&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me think about her smile&lt;br /&gt;Or having my first child&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishin you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; sick of love songs. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is damn nice. (: Jen skipped detention today. So mean right! I can't believe its her first time getting detention. =P You so guai kia meh?! bleh bleh black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh b4 i frget. Thow if your reading this, nxt time u bring ur bao bei to BF, teach me how to play f#. stupid chord hse): giv wrong chord laa!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114838522922203568?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114838522922203568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114838522922203568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114838522922203568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114838522922203568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-posts-wow-three-posts-in-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114836678789148771</id><published>2006-05-22T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:25.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He looked like a man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this post in my laptop which is DAMN funny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAH!!! (: You guys should frigg' go youtube.com and search for Miss Swan. I bet you'll laugh your ass off. Go watch it, and you'll found out why my post's title is He looked like a man. She's unbelievable. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kenna &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;(swan. HAHA!! ohkay, sry) today sia. ): Jen make me go BF. I go there, then they say got no BF Youth talk. Wah lan eh, I almost wanna kill Jen laa! Ohkay, so maybe not. =X I woke up so early for her lor! At like, NINE. Like NINE IN THE MORNING. FOR FUCKING HELL'S SAKE WTF NIN AM NINEEEEEEE!!! Ohkay, I'm sorry again. xD At least Jen's parents sent me home. (: I WANNA WATCH THE DAVINCI CODE. WHY ISIT NC16. WHYYYYY?!!! BECAUSE SILAS KILLED/KENNA KILLED THEN VERY GORY?! I DONT FUCKING CAREEE. ERGHHH!!! People who watched DVC, tell me why its NC16. ): I'm not happy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua try and act smart with me, you know? Hurr hurr. I'm in two arguements at the same time. (; Lemme type it out here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I was flooding for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadelzare(which will now be named DYL): chi bao mei shi zuo... flood ppl blog... lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua(AKA J): Weh karen its NC16 cos of some gory scenes lar\(there IS the \)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda(me): gory then gory laa! nt like i nv watch other show b4. zzz, I WANNA WATCHHHH RAWRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: silas kill oso nt you kill. actually i dnt cre who kill who, I JUST WANNA WATCHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: oh, fr fun lor. and sry hor, i ytd nv eat dinner. just ate pringles. nv chi bao xP thks fr asking anw. and fr the record, i once joined LamerZ in maple b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYL: matilda lame sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: stupid lar you, silas kill the way veri gory according to them, thats why NC16 lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: yeah like DUHH im lame?hw many times u wan me repeat?! -.-' eh KeG, i tot your frds all very clever, besides me laa, duh, why he so dumb ah? or he blind? ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: OMFG im stupid. ahhh!!! well, i AM in the worst EM2 class so yeah, im stupid. bt nt that dumb, ohkay? -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: omg, matilda i didnt realise ur prob. im sry u are crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: gee, go check urban dic laa. (: u knw what the other meaning is so dnt act dumb cus u jolly well knw ur not, evn if i am crippled, i dnt need YOUR sympathy, thanks alot. i dnt rly knw u. what i knw is tht im bloody owning you without evn trying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYL: stfu lar matilda... chao lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: chao? chao as in which chao? in spanish or tht other lang. duno laa, chao is aka ciao, like bye? chao in chinese? roast? noisy? ^.- makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: OH, hokkien? i tot it was zao? ^.- LOLSS if you wre tryng to say zao, omfg, you cnt spell righttt. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;According to these people, Joshua is that shortehh who likes to flirt- WAHAHAHAHAH HE PROBABLY NEEDS A LDDER TO SEE THOSE GIRLS WHEN FLIRTING LAA, SHORTEHH!!!- and said the pledge wrongly on one day. He's a goody ol' prefect that says the pledge and sings the national athem every day. Loser! Like with a BIGGG L on his forehead. Wahahah!!! If my facts are not wrong, he's also Jia Jun's cousin? KeG, is he the one? ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is irrelavent. (: Or maybe it's just because I'm too lazy to write. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Leha help me do the HTML soon pleasee):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114836678789148771?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114836678789148771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114836678789148771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114836678789148771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114836678789148771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-looked-like-man-i-just-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114836565291475982</id><published>2006-05-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:24.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ergh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of good titles already. ); I'm starting to lose interest in blogging, and going on to newer, fresher stuffs like playing my guitar, persuading my mom to let me get another frigg' piercing, painting my specs(I'm going to, one day.) and others. Well, just wanna tell you about the previous days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; stand Ling Heng anymore. Ergh! Today, we had a somewhat quiet arguement while Mdm Toh was teaching Science. Hurr hurr, cool right? xP I told him to shut up. Eh, if someone beside you warbles out- in a kind of attention seeking voice- the formula of how to make yougurt, would you get irritated? Or maybe another one. If somone beside you starts swooning over the penguins and cats- especially when its a &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt;- in the Science textbook, would you get irritated? Seriously, he swoons over them! =.= What.The.Fuck laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, I never knew that last time &lt;em&gt;Kampung&lt;/em&gt; got camera one. 'Cause my Science textbook got this picture of the olden, comic looking days. Then my friend sent an SMS- yeah, we're across the room but he finds it funny to SMS what he thinks to me instead of just shouting across the room.&lt;br /&gt;Marcellus: Kampung got camera!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hurr hurr, yalor! Sumre is color one lehss! So cool hor? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot more. We've been SMS-ing for ages. Then everytime the bell rang, he would exclaim(in the SMS) how many more hours is left until we are freed. Is that lame, or lame? XD Hur hurr. I kenna influence by Gwenneh already! Every once in awhile I would go like, "oh fuck fuck fuck mother fuck fuck fuck!!1 dieeee. ahhh, fuck fuck fuck!!!" or "ahhhh shit shit shit shit mother fuck shit shit shittt!!! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was the funniest. I &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt; Ling Heng. xD See below conversation if you wanna know more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Glenn! Do you love Ling Heng?&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: Uh huh, I do. (Glenn is very sporting. So he admits, even if its fake)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha! Say Hi dear to him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Glenn(to Ling Heng): Hi darling!&lt;br /&gt;I STARTED GIGGLING LIKE SIAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ling Heng: O.O What the fuck?!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -giggle giggle&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: -sings You are my sunshine, my only sunshine! (: -wink wink&lt;br /&gt;Ling Heng: Ew!!! -uses Maths textbook to cover him while doing working.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: -covers face with hands and pretends to sneak a peek at Ling Heng once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAHAHAHAH!!! -oops.&lt;br /&gt;Ling Heng: You are fucking gay, Glenn!!! -runs to the back row to sit.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: -turns back and sees Ling Heng's not there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -giggles subsided.  Are you sad, Glenn?&lt;br /&gt;Glenn: -pretends to cry&lt;br /&gt;Me: -start giggling again.&lt;br /&gt;________-&lt;br /&gt;Lame righttt. I know!!! But I LOVE the part where Glenn sang you are my sunshine to Ling Heng. The look on his face was &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;. Then today he(Ling Heng) turn behind without looking and said, "Eh Javier how to do this question?" Then Javier wasn't there. WHAHAHA!!!  "One letter for him laa, Javier. L!!!" (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, here I'm going to stop. I'm gonna start a new post later, I think. (; Why the fuck am I typing like Yoda? Hurr hurr! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE. WAHHAHAHAS!! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114836565291475982?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114836565291475982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114836565291475982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114836565291475982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114836565291475982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ergh-im-running-out-of-good-titles.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114813534517015855</id><published>2006-05-20T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:24.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Partayeeee!!!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. We had a garden partaye today. (: Lijie and her family came and so did allllll my cousins. Lijie said they look like westerners. Really meh? ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was stuck at Dawn Ville. WAHAHAHA!!! Serve you right for taking your own sweety time to get here. XP Blehh!! After that, I abandoned my fruitless(correct anot ah?) attempt to fold straw hearts. I failed miserably even though my darling cousin taught me 15645789456156456787984351321205645641 times. Not really. I'm just exagerrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, I got my arm painted. Damn nice lor! Sad never take good picture of it. ): It's like, abstract design, frigg' nice!! Not like BF that one. (:&lt; &lt;em&gt;sistah&lt;/em&gt; -as I quote from Lijie(WAHHAA)- not &lt;em&gt;giam siap&lt;/em&gt;. Use alottt. I was very frightened that she turn over my hand. -.-' 'Cause I thought my scar was still there. And I just found out it still is. Well, faint though. ^^ So nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go play with the cups of candles. (: But those people there very cool lorr. Use cup to put the candles. Then scared we kena burnt, so put straw around. So cool right!!! -.-' But in the end, guess what we did. XD We burnt the straws. xP I know, will die one. Poisonous fumes but we not so stupid lor! Stand in front of the candle and breathe deeply? -.-' Lame can? Planned to light up all the straws but to no avail. Damn disappointing laa. Then I veryyyy clever. XP Take fork laa!!! Then I asked a stupid question. (:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, this fork made of what ah?&lt;br /&gt;Lijie: ^.- P-L-A-S-T-I-C&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGZ sia!!! But really can light man! We light. Wahseh, Kylie sibeh irritating can? =.= Come and &lt;em&gt;zor deng &lt;/em&gt;only. -.-' Then damn annoying can.&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: What is &lt;em&gt;siam?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijie and I: ^.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm, move away&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: Is that Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Lijie and I: ^.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: Then what isit?&lt;br /&gt;Lijie and I: -.-' PENGZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;Lijie: Go check Urban Dictionary laa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kylie: Am I annoying?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No laa!! (actually yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh, gotta go. Parents gonna nag!&gt;.&lt;&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27261110-114813534517015855?l=-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/feeds/114813534517015855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27261110&amp;postID=114813534517015855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114813534517015855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27261110/posts/default/114813534517015855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-tipsyladyy.blogspot.com/2006/05/partayeeee-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>-WIND</name><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-27261110.post-114803709704898847</id><published>2006-05-19T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:31:24.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you want here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah! (: No stupid title today. I'm stoned. (Again, yeah!^^) Well, sorry for not blogging much since&lt;br /&gt;1) My laptop has MSN but no blogger (don't ask me why. blogger hates my laptop)&lt;br /&gt;2) My desktop has blogger but no MSN. (my MSN is kooky here. haiis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Nothing happened today laa. In class. But I was damn fed up by Wenn Hon, Bryan they all. Fucking irritating, please. -.-' I walk off little while they must take my bag. What the hell laa. Zzz. Then I was like, so loner in school while waiting for Karen to magically appear across the parade square. Wahahs. ((: Listen to this: Matilda is not a frigg' loner in school. She will not be lonely in school. Matilda is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Great! ): Oh well, guess life just sucks when Jie Ying and Shu Wei are not with me. )): Then Jason so good, no need to school. What stupid sprained ankle laa. Eh, Jason, I also wanna sprain my ankle. xP Go drain, hor? -.-' Ohkay, not funny. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was fun happened in Katong. Karen, Elaine and I sorta went crazy. ((: Ah well, first Mr Lee forbade(sp?) Karen and I to eat in his class. )): Because we dayum noisy. -Ah fucking hell. I got hiccups. -.-' - Anyway, we went down to eat laa. Karen eats DAMN fast, can? Or isit I eat slow? Wahahs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Elaine. (; We went down to the cake shop thingy that Shabbna introduce us. Eh, very nice lor, their thing.(: Oh, oh here comes the funnnnn part!(: We got our fortune told!!! ^^ Erhm, Karen and I. Not Elaine. You know the weird, monster looking thingeh that you have to put your hand in its mouth? Uh huh, that weird thingeh. Haha, wanna know my fortune? ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna copy it all here. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA BOCCA DELLA VERITA (and that weird sign on top of the last A. XD)&lt;br /&gt;mv- ms 259                      mv - ls 254&lt;br /&gt;mt - ld   535                      mm - td  552&lt;br /&gt;x - y 520&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOUTH OF TRUTH tells you that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trifle consoles us because a trifle distresses us... be patient! (Erhm, ohkay... ^.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to enrich youself spiritually rather than work hard to acquire material wealth. (This is SOOOOO wrong. I wanna be rich lorrrr. xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't allow yourself to be swayed by circumstances.  (Uh huh. This is like, the first true thing. Wahaha.  I'm hyper again, today. Dotss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no rule to which there is no exception nor any truth so general that it does not present some defective aspect... trust yourself!  (Huh? I only understand the last two words. Trust yourself. Ohkay. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in old age you will continue to be successfull and happy thanks to love and affection. (I dunno. I'm not old yet. xP And, SPELLING ERROR!!!! &gt;.&lt; successfulL? Wahahas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it difficult to apply yourself to something constructive and you rapidly lose interest in what you are doing. (Yeah. I write stories. But so far, I finished two only. One's a oneshot. The other, took like, a year? Hahas. And it's like, only two pages of the whole fullpage notepad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck is the highest. Followed by love then life and then health. I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; gonna talk about the other one. KeG, see this, and shut up. &gt;.&lt; Health. Meaning I'm gonna fall sick soon? -.-' WOOO HOOO. My luck is whoopdeedoo highhhh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Melvin, also dubbed as, Meow Meow by Wei Yee, hit me with a fucking &lt;em&gt;recorder&lt;/em&gt; today on my elbow. Damn pain can! Ree Kee still can laugh. What kinda guy lor! -.-' It hurts now. ): -runs off sobbing. Nah. I haven't cried for ages. (: Nothing to cry about... yet. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeG and I were joking about the weird thingeh. Because once you put in the coin, it'll go like, "Put your hand into my mouth." Then we were laughinnggggg like siao can?! The shop people think we kee siao already. Haha. ^_^ Then when finish already, it will say, "Take your hand out of my mouth." Wahaha!!!! =X  That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!(:&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa luv; Matilda the &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 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