<?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-7961731</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:49:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exists. existed. and still existing.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kyah</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109558588694271347</id><published>2004-09-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T17:24:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new layout! hehe. i don't like this blog anymore. probably i will change it one day. to... &lt;a href="http://dangling-gum.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dangling-gum.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. maybe i should. then i abandon this one. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109558588694271347?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109558588694271347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109558588694271347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-layout-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109541490156271080</id><published>2004-09-17T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:55:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went to my 6al blog. it's been terribly long since i've been there the last time. we sure do have gossip. 6 allamandies ppl should just read. hehe. it's about &lt;strong&gt;mrs. angela tan.&lt;/strong&gt; she was seen outside st. pat's sch. &lt;strong&gt;with a younger guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. is she having an affair or something? hai... well, gtg. i'm downloading music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109541490156271080?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109541490156271080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109541490156271080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-went-to-my-6al-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109532775822311567</id><published>2004-09-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:42:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. my school computer sucks. so does my home one. so many pop-ups. aargh. oh anyway, the previous post is lame. i was in school at that time and that 'band teacher' [i forgot her name] was behind all the while. and so unluckily, she always come around my side. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said that i was friends with them already. yeah, i meant cass and hui. everything's cool between me and them. just was a few misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got obssessed with love hina now. all thanks to shi yun and matilda. =) they read and i read then i find it interesting... hehe. it's gross but it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. my feelings for people are always not real. i'm always doubting this and that. bleagh. then i make everything so confusing. it's my fault he's ignoring me. or is he? i dunno. i don't even wanna know, let alone look at him. [ugh. danielle, what the hell are you thinking? you're not suppose to fall for him. people out there have better qualities than you do.] okay. i know i know. i used to search for him everywhere in school but don't really see him around. and now it's like, i don't wanna look in his face cos i might puke. =) but i see him everywhere. it's freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so today i badmouthed someone. and that someone came and confront me. doh. i'm giving that person face here by not mentioning her name. but if i do, i don't think much people will like her too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i better not say much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109532775822311567?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109532775822311567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109532775822311567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109522971824209174</id><published>2004-09-15T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T14:28:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hee... i'm in sch now. pw now. so idiotic. i like, are frens with them already. okay, now, gtg. ciao~ this com sucks. so does this font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109522971824209174?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109522971824209174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109522971824209174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109515670092337947</id><published>2004-09-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:11:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got misunderstood today again. well, never mind. i will waste time typing it out. they just thought that i was badmouthing them because i was speaking in whispers with shi yun. but in a matter of fact, i was talking about the magazine! bleagh. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, gen's mouth was like, so big. she had to shout i like jared. hey, i don't care okay. if i did like him, would i even be mentioning it here? and even if i like him, so what? he got girlfriend. hell-lo!~ okay, so maybe he has or don't have. see, i also don't know. and i also don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished all my homework. i did that cme project halfway. i'm lazy to complete it. i don't even feel like touching it anymore. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just now, after school, i went with shi yun and matilda. we took a bus to the interchange. well, guess who got on the bus? chin kiat. haha. my ultimate target. i like, needed to get some revenge. i wanted to shout 'genevieve like chin kiat' but failed. cos he went to sit upstairs. shi yun and i were like, planning. when he got down the bus, along with nicholas, he walked sooooooooooooo fast. then, shi yun was like, 'walk faster'. haha. anyway, it was such a relief he stopped at macs to buy stuffs. haha. then we purposely walked past him. shi yun, being the clever one *coughs coughs*, said damn loudly, "eh today genevieve told me she like chin kiat". something like that. anyway, i think ck wasn't even paying attention. but sy exaggerated on the work chin kiat. nicholas heard. i think he told chin kiat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked on. laughing. we stopped at the 'mini melts' store to buy, uh... 'mini melts'. haha. anyway, when ck and nicholas walked past, they were quite far away. then sy and i were like, doubting to shout. but anyway we shouted &lt;strong&gt;'genevieve love chin kiat!'&lt;/strong&gt; it was so funny. nearly half the people around us turned to look. quite embarassing but anyway, he heard la. i think. he better did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying the mini melts thing, we went to kfc. we bought cheese fries. haha. then we talk and talk alot. mostly about drama. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109515670092337947?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109515670092337947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109515670092337947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-misunderstood-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109506260701782079</id><published>2004-09-13T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:03:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm actually not suppose to be here right now. i'm suppose to do homework. but heck. i'll leave it for after this entry. anyway, the obvious is that i haven't been blogging for days. but that was because my days were as usual, as boring. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay. i'm going to adelaide in end november to early december. if you don't know where it is, it's in australia. it's gonna be sooooooooooooooooooooooo fun. there's the beach, the clothes, the chocolate and toy factory... etc. and then there's my godsis who's going along. whee!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's as usual again. desmond didn't go to school haha. i just realised. cos he's sick. bleagh. anyway, i was suppose to stay back today to do the literature project. but heck la. hc and vicky selling things. then we must wait. i want to go home one &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;. so anyway, i came back and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, 'they' &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; i was avoiding 'them'. but &lt;strong&gt;heck, no&lt;/strong&gt;. i wasn't. i mean, what's the point of avoiding 'them'? in the morning, i don't go out so early anymore. i take the later bus. that's not call avoiding. it just means i can sleep more! and this morning, i did not go into the classroom to put my books. i asked mm to help me instead. is that a problem? that's not call avoiding. sheesh. and in the toilet, it was so obvious 'they' were saying me. i have to act stupid. bleagh. if i was avoiding 'them', would i have continued sitting with shi yun, matilda and desiree at the canteen table when 'they' were around? when one of 'them' sat beside me, did i move away? no, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. forget it. gotta go do homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109506260701782079?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109506260701782079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109506260701782079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-actually-not-suppose-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109460414507443746</id><published>2004-09-08T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T08:42:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm bored. but i'm lazy to do homework anyway. supposed to meet up with hc, vicky, yl, pj, mm and qinfei today. but i'm not going. suppose to do the literature thing. oh well, my parents don't allow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109460414507443746?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109460414507443746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109460414507443746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109443058024281893</id><published>2004-09-06T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T08:29:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai. there's still so much homework left to do. stuck at home today again. went out last sat with huan chun, vicky, ying loo, pei jun. they all went to the excursion in the morning. after that, i met up with them at macs. abu was there btw. anyway, we just saw some sec 2s there after buying our food. bleagh. nothing interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109443058024281893?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109443058024281893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109443058024281893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109419636979693240</id><published>2004-09-03T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:26:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the councillor's results are out today! whee!!~ vicky, cherylette, abu, mark, and trishal[i tink]... frm my class. sad. i wish i was one of them. but oh well, nvm. i dun tink i will ever be anyway. today was so boring. i felt like sleeping during all the classes. pe was boring. captain's ball. and mr ong gave us his email. which i probably wun add him. later he become so sickening den ask 'who are you', then after that don't rmb me. haha. it was his last day &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. crap. i have so much holiday hmwk. as i have said. but its like so much! hai. i had better finish it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so boring at home. i mean, nt really. but, aargh. nvm. just nw i took a cab back. brought back &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;my books. so heavy. if i take bus, i have to walk a long way back. so wtf. i spend a little more money and got back by a cab. haha. finally, the holidays are here. can relax a little. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109419636979693240?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109419636979693240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109419636979693240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/councillors-results-are-out-today-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109410813629334525</id><published>2004-09-02T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T14:55:36.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally. my worse nightmare is over. i mean, uh pple. you know the 3 of us always together? ah, now we not together already. get it? hmmm. they might be angry with me. okay okay. or maybe i'm just being over-sensitive. but whatever the case is, we are still classmates. i can't be like, avoid talking to them &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay as usual. haha. mr ong's 2nd last day. wonder if &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;might want to give him a farewell gift?! anyway, i just realised, we have &lt;strong&gt;so much &lt;/strong&gt;holiday homework. bloody hell. the teachers are so free, huh? always setting so many assignments. projects. homework. bleagh. i gotta do maths later. and i might do science. hai. i have so many books to bring home tmr. oh well, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after school today, i went with amira and ppl to the staff room. they passed the geog files to &lt;strong&gt;mdm &lt;/strong&gt;marhaini. on the way, i met elky. haha. we were chatting ytd together with &lt;em&gt;zi jin &lt;/em&gt;so then when i walked past her, she shouted "porn!" haha. should have shouted to zi jin &lt;em&gt;la. &lt;/em&gt;and that samuel gave such a huge grin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109410813629334525?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109410813629334525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109410813629334525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109400512968995313</id><published>2004-09-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:18:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel quite stupid. i'm still not over the harry potter craze. but the whole thing is still so fascinating. haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109400512968995313?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109400512968995313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109400512968995313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-feel-quite-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109400162366051731</id><published>2004-09-01T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:20:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i'm at home on the com again. i don't like hanging out. i'm so allergic to the outside world. my parents have yet abandon me at home. then later i have gotta cook up some damn lunch. i have homework. but i forgot to bring my maths book home. hai. tmr must bring it back home. i have decided to change for the better. i want to study. i want to hand up homework on time. and damn, i must improve my english. it just keeps getting worse. bleagh. i don't think there would be anything interesting today. so little people online. and if you're bored or something, i suggest you go to joanna's blog. it's really... &lt;em&gt;yuck.&lt;/em&gt; enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109400162366051731?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109400162366051731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109400162366051731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/09/once-again-im-at-home-on-com-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109394778105517533</id><published>2004-08-31T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:23:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised something. pretty lil me. hmmm. &lt;em&gt;FYI &lt;/em&gt;i do not fit that category. have a nice day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961731-109394778105517533?l=the-reject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109394778105517533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961731/posts/default/109394778105517533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-reject.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-just-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>kyah</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961731.post-109394611035619447</id><published>2004-08-31T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:55:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. blog's back up again. yup. i took so long to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;edit the template. i'm so not pro. that's why. anyway, i didn't enjoy my day at all. i usually do especially if it's a half-day or something. to start off, my dad scolded me early in the morning. just because i left the house 5 minutes later. he grumbled like crap. i had a terrible stomachache. i mean, there's nothing else that i can do except stay in the toilet right? so he scold me. and cos i this person, damn bloody careless, nearly tripped while we were walking. then, he scold me so clumsy blah blah. grr. he nag and nag, worse than my mum, all the way to the interchange. before walking off, he gave me that black face. hai. so he particularly spoiled my entire day. and i this person quite self-conscious. i don't like to wear my school's tee. i look horrible. i look horrible in uniform too, but at least better. so i was like, feeling kinda uncomfortable wearing it. hai. spoil my day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reach school, the cass, hui and me went up to toilet. we were in there talking then i was folding stars. ah, toilet not smelly. in fact, that place is very comfortable. haha. the band people walked in and out quite often. i didn't think we sat in there for long. but after a while, one of the girl told us it was 0720. then, we were like die. haha. but anyway, first bell haven't even ring. we weren't late btw. then assembly was boring. and i was trying to figure out who is zi jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up hall after that. i suspected &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; guy to be zi jin. in the hall, we had concert. councillor's dance, 2n1 and 4c performance. plus, the teacher's doing their part of the performance. it was all fun. only a few councillors dance. the stage can't fit all. anastacia [is that how you spell her name?] damn pretty. not fair. haha. then 2n1, dance to 'ai ni'. i saw the dance a few times; they were rehearsing for audition. and 4c, they took 2 songs and changed the lyrics. and btw they sang and they play their own instruments. and the band performance was &lt;em&gt;okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, we went down to the parade square for that damn aces day thing. hui, cass and i were wondering if we should take off our skirts or tell the teacher we never wear shorts inside. then we talk, then pei jun and ying loo like, give us advice. and mr chiang thinks that we're talking crap and cos we also didn't change into pe attire. so he punished us, all 5 of us. made us run 3 rounds around the parade square. it was damn embarassing. but anyway, it wasn't pei jun and ying loo's fault then mr chiang anyhow punish. the aces day workout was lame. horribly lame. i felt stupid doing it. and cos i was perspiring profusely, i couldn't anything properly. day was spoiled yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up to class after that for class party. our class brought quite alot of food. enough to feed us all. i was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;kind. i brought 2 packets of sweets. and bendix took the whole packet of fruit plus away. haha. i didn't spend my time in class. in class, it was boring. people were eating. i didn't feel like eating [i ate a small, miserable french fry and a little potato chips anyway]. so i was like, standing outside class. then those 1d boys keep going into our class, taking our food. it was &lt;em&gt;nothing. &lt;/em&gt;but what i wasn't happy about was how the 1d girls behave. siew ching happily threw paper outside our class. how fun, huh? *rolls eyes* she threw once. and after that, she threw somemore. we 3, as usual, were screaming, shouting, scolding people. i wasn't that fierce &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt; i gentle. haha. after that, everything kinda became havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school anyway, i went with cass and hui to 7-11 to buy mashed potato. turns out today the mashed potato we bought taste horrible. taste like those chemicals stuffs. anyway, i don't wanna talk about after that. 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