<?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-6254886</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:12:18.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world keeps spinning around</title><subtitle type='html'>for christ sake. shut up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109499859173571928</id><published>2004-09-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:16:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, it has been quite some time since I updated.
In the beginning, blogging was a daily activity. But now, it has become a chore.
I have to think of incidents publish.

Well, I have cleared 2 Nlevel papers during this semester break.
So far everything is good. Slacked from Tuesday till now.
Examinations resumes in October yet I am idling. I've started on Literature though.
That's good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109499859173571928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109499859173571928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/09/alright-it-has-been-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109307019809179576</id><published>2004-08-21T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T14:36:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's finally Saturday!
After Math Paper yesterday, I was laughing with joy.
I just couldn't stop laughing on the bus. yakyakyak!
I felt so relieved.

Being stuck in the Emmanuel Hall for the whole week ain't pleasant.
Did I mention that it is freaking cold in there? Even wearing jacket!
My fingers got stiff. DIfficulty in writing Eassys.
With air-condition, it makes you sleepy.
But I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109307019809179576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109307019809179576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-finally-saturday-after-math-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109301628005425958</id><published>2004-08-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:38:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disorder Rating
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Moderate
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109301628005425958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109301628005425958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/disorder-rating-paranoid-moderate.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109223646344828425</id><published>2004-08-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:01:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a week of laughters and joy.
At the same time, problems re-surfaced.
Nothing is perfect.

Have been studying late into the night. I can't focus during the day. There's too much distractions around. Noise pollution is another matter. Due to this, I have been nodding off to sleep during lesson time. I need caffeine desperately.

5 days till prelims. I am counting down. Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109223646344828425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109223646344828425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-has-been-week-of-laughters-and-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109223210940585618</id><published>2004-08-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:48:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 16th BEI!!!
*muacks!



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109223210940585618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109223210940585618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-16th-bei-muacks.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109189365273097903</id><published>2004-08-07T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:49:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a long weekend ahead.

I'm glad.



With NDP down, it's time I focus on my studies.
060804

It's finally over. A sigh of relief for me. But I believe there is room for improvements. Looking at the number of juniors who fall out during the parade was disappointing. But i must say that overall, it was a job well done. Smiles.

The last np session I'll be attending this year. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109189365273097903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109189365273097903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-long-weekend-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109163993979972293</id><published>2004-08-05T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T01:18:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 1.05am in the morning. who am i kidding uh.
i am going to school tomorrow and waking up at 6.15am. i'm still awake.

the reason is simple.
i'm sitting infront of my study table and trying my best to finish off 1 comprehension and 1 composition. languages that you and i speak of most. ENGLISH. i've never dislike english this badly until now. the workload piling up is killing me.
i've run</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109163993979972293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109163993979972293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109145340256212260</id><published>2004-08-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:30:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chinese oral today. suck my toes.
i was the last. i doubt i even sat there for 5 minutes. it's a goner. i was having brain block or something. couldn't think of any phrases to describe certain things. i was stammering while reading the passage. i hate the examiners. they are terrible. she seems to love having personal attacks on me. SCREAMS! this is the worst oral examination i've ever sat for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109145340256212260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109145340256212260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/08/chinese-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109127020935966844</id><published>2004-07-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T19:34:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my computer crashed on me once again, on thursday.

bloody hell. it makes me wonder if the repair man knows what he's doing. or rather, generally manually fixed CPU sucked. it's pathetic.



here i am sitting in NUS hostel using my sister's laptop.

NOBODY'S ONLINE.



i am loaded with mathematics paper 1 &amp; 2 to complete. fuck.

i despise, hate and detest her. she's a short chipmunk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109127020935966844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109127020935966844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-computer-crashed-on-me-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109102290871220229</id><published>2004-07-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:55:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my computer is finally fixed. i'm over the moon.
3 days not touching the keyboard and not being online, my fingers are extremely itchy. i can't help it. laughs!

prelims in 18 days. i've not begin studying. i'm dead. DEAD.
english composition and letter writing to complete. i hate those. i rather deal with comprehensions anytime.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109102290871220229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109102290871220229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-computer-is-finally-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109063320185223667</id><published>2004-07-24T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T09:40:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical and duty later in the night.
I'm better off dead.

it's raining. I don't want to leave the house. I dislike going out on rainy days.
I bought home a temporary hamster yesterday. It's cute but aggressive. It loves biting my fingers? Looking at it right now. Sleeping in a glass bottle. I love it.

I need gloves. God knows where I placed them. Argh...


i'm not a happy kid.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109063320185223667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109063320185223667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/musical-and-duty-later-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109063206910864892</id><published>2004-07-24T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T09:24:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NISHA!!

loving you girl! smiles. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109063206910864892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109063206910864892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-birthday-nisha-loving-you-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109050417509822012</id><published>2004-07-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:49:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Friday tomorrow. I can't wait.
Last of the weekdays. First of my weekends.

With traffic duty and some shopping to do, this weekend is not going to be much rest for me. I need my sleep. I need some comfort. I need reassurance.

have been indulging in moodswings frequently. i didn't mean for it to happen. i'm sorry.

Have been falling asleep during lessons. I can't help it. My eyelids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109050417509822012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109050417509822012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-friday-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-109006939288575900</id><published>2004-07-17T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T21:05:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>farewell yesterday.

it seemed as though it was only yesterday i joined the unit. four years that has passed so quickly. times which we wouldn't compromise. years we laughed, cried and went through shit together, as a squad. significant memories are remembered. i'm going to miss every single one of them.  especially Kaladias, the 6 of them.



 the fun only started after farewell ended. a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109006939288575900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/109006939288575900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/farewell-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108981042328485032</id><published>2004-07-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:07:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>training today. i finally learnt how to do slow march.
i thought it would be simple. but i was wrong deh. i couldn't balance and kept swaying around. kept looking at the ground. i feel like a idiot trying to glide smoothly. bah! my leg hurts. it feels like it's having cramps. training ended around 6. i left school only at 7pm. don't ask me why. i'm fuming over it.

biology test tomorrow.
my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108981042328485032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108981042328485032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108945472100894870</id><published>2004-07-10T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T18:30:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mosquito bites are itchy. and i don't like them.

flag day totally murdered me. i concluded that singaporeans are seriously stingy, impolite and they live with an attitude. well, not all but most. i stand in the middle of nowhere for 4 hours holding a little red bag that says "give generously, thank you" asking for donations and all they do is stare at the bag or pretend that i'm invisible. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108945472100894870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108945472100894870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/mosquito-bites-are-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108911077570322066</id><published>2004-07-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:46:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is boring.
there's nothing much to look forward to.

watched Beauty and the Beast today. i don't seem to get sick of that show although i have watched it twice. it's a classic. let's just say that beauty and the beast enthralls me. i love that show! don't worry laine, you'll get yur VCD back. grins.

i wonder if there's any homework to be completed. i just woke up, i don't have any idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108911077570322066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108911077570322066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/life-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108877975593234849</id><published>2004-07-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:49:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to the gym with elaine. met xinni, puiyen and manjula. manjula, she's a slacker! she paid $1.50 to sit on the sofa of the gym! laughs!

loads of english oral work to be completed. there's like a chunk of it? but, what to do. it's next week. shrugs.

long weekend is finally here. away from all teachers, schoolwork and problems. all irritants, un-satisfied, ignorant and arrogant prigs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108877975593234849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108877975593234849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-to-gym-with-elaine.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108868567109211594</id><published>2004-07-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T20:41:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been a week of tiredness and disappointments. i can't wait for friday to arrive. it's going to be a long weekend off school.

my day started off great, until i went to look for my teacher.
in a state of mood-less. anything that anybody says gets on me. it's freaking irritating. i'm disappointed, upset and angered. it's unfair. Ns and Os doesn't make a bloody difference to me, only that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108868567109211594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108868567109211594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/07/it-has-been-week-of-tiredness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108835302817254584</id><published>2004-06-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:17:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in another 6hours, i'll be awake and on my way to school.

homework isn't completed. no matter how much time i put into english, i can never finish it. it goes the same for most subjects. i'm going detention class.
one month of holiday. it passes by so quickly. i don't even know where i spend all my time. one month down, back to 3 more months of schooling. and before i know it, N level are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108835302817254584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108835302817254584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/in-another-6hours-ill-be-awake-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108819247622892025</id><published>2004-06-26T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T03:48:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz

i don't know what kind of quiz is this. i am grapes. like, uh? how come suddenly got fruits. to hell with it. i cannot be bothered. i can't fall asleep. too early. maybe i'll manage to fall asleep at 7 in the morning. Euro Cup is on television. Greece Vs France [if i'm not wrong]. dad is awake watching it. i shall get the results from him later.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108819247622892025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108819247622892025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/completely-pointless-personality-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108818304545133790</id><published>2004-06-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:04:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's reopening. i hate it.
no assignments completed. no studying done.
spend most of my time out with bei and vannie.
stay overs, chalets. swimming? [we ended up dog paddling.]

i must say that chalet at sentosa was great!
we all have fun uh. freaking each other out by telling ghost stories and getting high. Yes. that chalet itself freaked me out. the surroundings looked historical, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108818304545133790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108818304545133790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/schools-reopening.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108783598758380487</id><published>2004-06-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:41:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling excited!
Vannie knows what i'm talking about.*nudge.
Let's hope that tomorrow's plan will be carried out perfectly without any obstructions. Most importantly, not to get lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108783598758380487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108783598758380487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/feeling-excited-vannie-knows-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108783415287046791</id><published>2004-06-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:10:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your sign of frustration is....Swearing! To you,swearing is the perfect solution to everything.The more frustrated you become, the more youswear.  You have a very large vocabulary range!
 What sign of frustration are you? brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108783415287046791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108783415287046791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/your-sign-of-frustration-is.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108771200495439665</id><published>2004-06-20T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T14:18:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>father's day today.
cooked spaghetti for lunch. yum.


yesterday, i got back from malaysia at 11am. slept at 2pm . woke up at 8.20pm. got out of the house at 9pm. watched Around The World In 80 Days with sisters and allan. sat in the theatre for 2h ate a chunk of nachos, a load of popcorn, tons of coke, lots of laughter and came back home at 12am.  SimplyMadness.

today, i woke up feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108771200495439665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108771200495439665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/fathers-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108762150681501151</id><published>2004-06-19T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T13:55:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back!

home sweet home. singapore. it's so much better than malaysia? everything there was so foreign. after i passed singapore customs, i was like..ahhhh i know this place! it's woodlands!

but being there had it's advantages though. smuggled in illegal stuff. heh. 5 days 4 nights, we spend watching DVDs through the night. well, i managed to stay awake. laughs! i don't remember watching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108762150681501151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108762150681501151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-back-home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108714162854938360</id><published>2004-06-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:47:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grandpa's hospitalized. i just got the news. doctor said he's going to be fine. nothing serious. but still, i'm worried. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108714162854938360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108714162854938360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/grandpas-hospitalized.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108713679715447942</id><published>2004-06-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:26:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going malaysia, kuala lumpur! i'm leaving for 4 days. i'm leaving without my parents. going with vannie and bei. i can't stop smiling. i'm feeling excited. i'm on cloud nine! this is going to be fun. i can't wait for tuesday to arrive. LOL!

i need money. *rants. i need a money changer. i need a bag. i need clothes. i need toothpaste. i need facial foam. it's going to be a busy day tomorrow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108713679715447942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108713679715447942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-going-malaysia-kuala-lumpur-im.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108706009452861357</id><published>2004-06-13T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T01:28:49.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm alittle late at posting this. it's already the next day. who cares. yesyes! before i forget, let me tell you all something really disturbing. 

we saw a couple making love in the SEA! don't ask me how we knew. it's all shown on the girl's facial expressions and the guy's body movement alright! just imagine that! urgh..

they can fuck for all i care. but in the sea! HARLOE!! i'm like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108706009452861357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108706009452861357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-alittle-late-at-posting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108704919455982265</id><published>2004-06-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T01:20:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damm. i'm going to be late catching bootcamp.

i shall make this quick. went kayaking with ling and vannie today! it was nice..yes. i grew fat, the canoe is tight? laughs! almost couldn't get in. apparently, we were taking a break and i found an enormous green ant beside me. man...it totally freaked me out. i flicked it into the water when i was panicking. i was on the verge of jumping into the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108704919455982265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108704919455982265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/damm.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108692964004897953</id><published>2004-06-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:54:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!

changed layout again. i like it. it's alittle plain though. *shrugs. i'll think of something. maybe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108692964004897953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108692964004897953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-mum-changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108672220868370893</id><published>2004-06-09T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T03:20:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 3.15am now. i have to get out of bed by 7am. that means i have 3h 45 mins to sleep. i doubt i'll sleep anyway. i am tired but i can't fall asleep. ask my body system.


i'm alittle burned now. went for a swim in the afternoon. the pool was full of little ignorants and irritants. you just want to tan yourself but it is made impossible.

those kids just want to:
1. competing who could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108672220868370893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108672220868370893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108662754818225927</id><published>2004-06-08T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:59:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my sister just came home. she not in a good mood. she fell asleep when she was suppose to use the computer. fell asleep in a very interesting posture and the whole bed is gone. she didn't change out of her work clothes as usual. she's tired. not to worry, she will wake up in the early hours to change and use the computer. and she will end up reading this entry.

HI ERJIE!!!

alright, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108662754818225927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108662754818225927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-sister-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108645534045821884</id><published>2004-06-06T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:14:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FROZEN QUEEN/ KING
You dont want love to come through to you. You likeit the way you are. To be unreachable, no needto show feelings. Hiding everything inside you.You are already used to it. You say yourselfthat you dont need anyone, that you stand onyour own two feet or that you dont have timefor these things. But in reality you are scaredto get hurt. You feel save where you are: byyourself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108645534045821884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108645534045821884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/frozen-queen-king-you-dont-want-love.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108645500376909636</id><published>2004-06-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:03:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new layout. i love it! but i'm kind of getting bored of dark colours. maybe i'll change it soon.

it's almost 1am and i'm still bright awake. haven't been sleeping well lately. i need my sleep. and the best of all, i need to wake up at 8 in the morning. ask why. and the answer is assignments.

holidays have been a dread lately. there's nothing to do. although i'm out most of the time, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108645500376909636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108645500376909636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108619234480367048</id><published>2004-06-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:05:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just reach home. i watched harry potter today! i expected it to be of a certain standard. but it wasn't that great after all. the way the characters are being portrayed are totally different from the book. i still think that snape is the best character shown. overall, it's worth the money. it's recommended if you don't mind getting yur butt numb.

having lessons tomorrow, i'm not going. i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108619234480367048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108619234480367048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-reach-home.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108609907594667465</id><published>2004-06-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:13:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HARRY POTTER TOMORROW!

i can't wait. all smiles. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108609907594667465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108609907594667465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/06/harry-potter-tomorrow-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108580273647258264</id><published>2004-05-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:52:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I sail with you across the finest oceans
On a way to find the key to our emotions
Together we will move the clouds to brighter days
Some people question what I say
Try to break up you and me
But I know this love between us is growing stronger
You can call me whenever from wherever
Just remember that
I'll be there
Through all the stormy weather
Us break up never
No we'll be together</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108580273647258264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108580273647258264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/as-i-sail-with-you-across-finest.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108572246620358600</id><published>2004-05-28T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:40:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FRIDAY!!! HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!
like finally. no school for me.
i just woke up. ate lunch and watched television.
it seemed as though the whole day is gone but it's only 1.33pm.
how am i going to survive for the next 1 month.

don't think i'll be going anywhere today. i've got to spend some time with my parents. i don't remember sitting down with them at the same table for at least a week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108572246620358600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108572246620358600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/friday-holidays-are-here-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108531730745770105</id><published>2004-05-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:01:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's sunday. know what this means? this means that i have to attend school tomorrow. shucks. lessons are resuming tomorrow. many books to bring back to school. my bag is going to be heavy. how annoying can this get. can't the teachers take a break and rest. and i've got to go back to school for lessons during june. there goes my 2 weeks of fun.

i can't wait till 3rd of june to come! i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108531730745770105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108531730745770105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/todays-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108514790393093459</id><published>2004-05-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T22:04:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not in the mood. stop clicking on me unless you have something important to say. i'm about to burst. don't ask me anything because i am not going to help you think and answer all your questions. why can't you people just stand and walk to the board and read up the notice. what is the board for? if you are unsure of anything, you should have asked us earlier. not the day before.

FUCK!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108514790393093459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108514790393093459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-not-in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108497157926479798</id><published>2004-05-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:08:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting back results tomorrow. feeling anxious and scared. i don't have confidence that i will do well. not even in my best subject. this sucks.

slept through the day in class. wasn't feeling well.
feeling down and irritable once again. i didn't have the mood to do anything. didn't talk much. i'm afraid that i would just flare. all the anger contained inside of me.

friends might tell me to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108497157926479798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108497157926479798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/getting-back-results-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108479790331222847</id><published>2004-05-17T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:24:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school is totally a waste of my time. no activities, no lessons, no teachers, NOTHING at all! but if they did plan activity and resume of lessons, i will be complaining too. what's the difference. why don't they just give us a week off? that would be wonderful!


ate at swenson's today. suppose to have 7 of us eating at the table but it only ended up with 4. i was kind of disappointed, but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108479790331222847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108479790331222847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/school-is-totally-waste-of-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108454974035353563</id><published>2004-05-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T11:26:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
EXAMS ARE OVER!



i woke up at 8.30am today. i was late for my CME paper!
i just couldn't believe that i woke up late. of all days, it must be on an exam day. rushed down to school just in time for listening paper. oh wells for cme, i couldn't really be bothered. do they count it for N levels, in order to be promoted? heck. i guess i'll start worrying when that time comes.

it's party </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108454974035353563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108454974035353563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/exams-are-over-i-woke-up-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108418458106913661</id><published>2004-05-10T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T18:25:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You belong in the movie FIGHT CLUB.
Rules? What are those? You create your own rules.
You are good at influencing people who are just as broken as you are.
You hide your insecurities with mean words and toughness.
There will be others like you out there. 
It's a world where everyone hates each other.
 What movie Do you Belong in? brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108418458106913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108418458106913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-belong-in-movie-fight-club.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108398806158960290</id><published>2004-05-08T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T11:57:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY COMPUTER HAS SOUND!
it has sound!! sound!!! FINALLY!
all thanks to my sister! *kiss

can you imagine anyone using a computer that is practically useless for half a year? your friends sending you a song and you can't hear it? you can't watch a clip, vcd? well, i did. and all the while, i thought  this computer has a shortage of system or something. in actual, we plugged in the speaker wire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108398806158960290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108398806158960290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-computer-has-sound-it-has-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108350824370641882</id><published>2004-05-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:35:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under a blackened sky
Far beyond the glaring streetlights
Sleeping on empty dreams
The vultures lie in wait
You lay down beside me then
You were with me every waking hour
So close I could feel your breath

When all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
The new born hope unjaded by their years

Pressed up against the glass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108350824370641882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108350824370641882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/05/under-blackened-sky-far-beyond-glaring.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108333293736567066</id><published>2004-04-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T21:56:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did intensive studying today.
sat at the cafe for hours, just writing and memorizing.
my butt hurts now.
i'm almost done with chinese.
boy, i am glad.


english and chinese paper 1 today.
i almost had it screwed.
everybody was panicking at the last minute?
it killed my nervous system.
i was writing my composition halfway and fell asleep.  laughs! 
all went well in the end. no worries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108333293736567066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108333293736567066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/did-intensive-studying-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108315493590351645</id><published>2004-04-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T20:27:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chinese oral today.
i made a mess out of it.
i was practically stumbling and sounding like a total idiot.
right...i'm an idiot when it comes to chinese.
there are so many freaking words which i don't know how to read. and my newspaper conversation....oh screw that! the only thing that made me feel better was the road home.

mid years are coming.
it doesn't even feel like it. there isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108315493590351645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108315493590351645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/chinese-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108290722052993758</id><published>2004-04-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:41:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally i'm sitting infront of the computer.
school tomorrow.
shucks...i so hate it.

sister is back with all her barangbarang...
had such a difficult time carrying it all up.
she bought back 2 big boxes, many plastic bags, 2 bags, laptop, radio and she still has 4 garbage packs in hall.
she brought them all over during these few months.
tell me about it.
nevertheless, love you lots </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108290722052993758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108290722052993758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/finally-im-sitting-infront-of-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108285215241703564</id><published>2004-04-25T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:20:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meeting the same few people to study at MPCC.
meeting at 9? i believe they will be late.
i shall take my time. blog alittle
MPCC: it's a really nice location.
well..there are lots of people but all they do is study.
it's freaking quiet.
i love it

the sun is strong today...
that is not a good sign.

sister is coming back from hostel with everything today.
i meant everything. all her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108285215241703564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108285215241703564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/meeting-same-few-people-to-study-at.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108263979149250413</id><published>2004-04-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T21:35:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever wondered why are we placed on earth?
what do we have to accomplish?
what is there to achieve?
what's the point when you have to die at the end of the day.

ever wondered where do your souls go after you die?
wait.
do such places even exist?
have anyone of you thought of that?


i have.
and i can't think of any reasons why.
everything seems like a big fat joke.
stupid thoughts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108263979149250413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108263979149250413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/ever-wondered-why-are-we-placed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108263766920803676</id><published>2004-04-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:47:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

I wish I hadn't seen all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108263766920803676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108263766920803676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/all-i-know-is-everything-is-not-as-its.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108245083241535168</id><published>2004-04-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:00:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still in school.
waiting for the time to be 5pm.
there is about 25 minutes more to go.

because at 5, bei can report and we can all go home.*nods
at this point of time, bei is doing her work diligently. LOL!
i have completed most of my work.
i decided to take a break.
i can only finish off my compo at home...


school was alright i guess...nothing new about it.
how interesting can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108245083241535168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108245083241535168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-still-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108237574824978606</id><published>2004-04-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:02:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ran 2.4 today. it sucks alright...
but i am gald it is over!
but thinking that i have another year of napfa to go?
argh...it's just the end of me.

i am tapping my feet impatiently waiting for my sister to reach home.
she has chocolates on her.
hurry home!!! where is she? she's giving me tuition later on. grumbles.
well..i guess it is time to start working on my math.


mid year is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108237574824978606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108237574824978606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/ran-2.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108229408882537661</id><published>2004-04-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:18:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up, bathe, dressed and left the house.
met bei to study and complete work.

man...i just sat at parkway's coffeebean and did maths for 4 whole hours! i finally completed chapter 7 and alittle of chapter 8. feeling a sense of achievement. grin.
area.volume.perimeter.circles.quartilateral.
tell me about it.


completed most of my work..
except for english and chinese.
i left both of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108229408882537661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108229408882537661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/woke-up-bathe-dressed-and-left-house.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108221317449646667</id><published>2004-04-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T22:58:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>east coast today with vannie and bei.
PC was suppose to come along..but she decided to pang sei us.
PC: you owe us a treat! bei says so. grin

soaked in sea water...
had sand digging competition..
cycled through east coast...
i was suppose to blade...but i changed my mind once i blade out of the shop.
i was on the verge of falling. couldn't even go over the road hump. i went up the hump </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108221317449646667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108221317449646667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/east-coast-today-with-vannie-and-bei.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108207849960168871</id><published>2004-04-16T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T22:21:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 9.15am.
lessons now, but my teacher ain't around.
who cares...that means i'll have 3 periods all to myself.

damm...angus is here.
don't give me anywork. i pray.
don't make me shift my position.

the weather in singapore is freaking hot.
it's killing me. terrible alright.
just going up the stairs or a walk from the canteen to my class...
it's murderous.


coursework is marked..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108207849960168871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108207849960168871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108204307419690781</id><published>2004-04-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T23:45:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||||| 66% 

Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||| 46% 

Type 3 Image Awareness |||||||||||||| 56% 

Type 4 Sensitivity |||||| 26% 

Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||||| 53% 

Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||| 56% 

Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||| 56% 


Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||||| 80% 

Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||| 60% 

wahhh....i'm like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108204307419690781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108204307419690781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/type-1-perfectionism-66-type-2.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108169486869850377</id><published>2004-04-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:10:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally i'm home.
home sweet home.
spent the weekend over at bei's place.
had a great time exercising my mouth though.
laughing.eating.talking.laming. you name it!
we kept it moving 24/7.


i doubt i can fit into my school uniform tomorrow.
i just remembered that napfa is tomorrow.
maybe i shouldn't have ate so much eh...
i don't think i can jump and stretch far... 
it's going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108169486869850377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108169486869850377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/finally-im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108143888452883036</id><published>2004-04-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:47:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>splitting headache.
what is wrong with me man..
took a couple of panadols an hour ago but as you can see, it's not working.
oh well...maybe a couple more would help.

have not been sleeping well lately.
kept waking up once every 2hours.
didn't even get to sleep through the night...
this has been happening for more than a week!!
i couldn't even concentrate in class. i put my head on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108143888452883036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108143888452883036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/splitting-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108117438824424150</id><published>2004-04-05T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:23:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling frustrated over some matter.
the feeling when you really want to do something to make someone feel better, but yet you can't do anything.
it's just so frustrating, hopeless and helpless.

sometimes, i wonder whether is it really that hard to please someone, to make her change her mind. it's just so irritating. argh.



 STOP IT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108117438824424150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108117438824424150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/feeling-frustrated-over-some-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108117411135753284</id><published>2004-04-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:12:15.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a brand new week.
freaking tired.
i was practically nodding off during lessons.

i never perspired so much in my whole life.
mrs teo is back!! TYRANT. that's what my class calls her.
but i must say i enjoyed her pe lessons.
stretching. *nods. i need that.

stayed back for ccball training.
it's not like i'm playing...but i just want to be with my sqmates.
but only vannie, eunice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108117411135753284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108117411135753284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-brand-new-week.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108105968753336885</id><published>2004-04-04T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:25:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a sunday and other than homework, i have nothing else to do.
yawns....


i've got to agree that my mum's cooking is *thumbsup!
duck.duck.duck
yummy!
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108105968753336885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108105968753336885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-sunday-and-other-than-homework-i.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108090876391654501</id><published>2004-04-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:32:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once i step into the school compound, i rushed everywhere making sure i had all my ingredients and cutleries.
man...it took me such a long time.
i was dripping wet.

took practical today.
surprisingly, it turned out much better than i expected.
therefore...it's a well done. i hope.
yes. i need to thank shalz for telling me how to make my burger!
it was so last minute.
thankyou so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108090876391654501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108090876391654501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/04/once-i-step-into-school-compound-i.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108074369603346305</id><published>2004-03-31T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:43:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>practical is in 2 days time, and i'm not prepared.
i don't even know how to prepare the dishes!
i'm dead.

shopping tomorrow.
ingredients. ingredients.ingredients.
pray that i'll find them all tomorrow. i just realised that i do not have capital.
what the hell.

I DON'T WISH FOR FRIDAY TO COME.

angus just don't want to get me:
*buns.
*yogurt.
*cranberries. [ i do not know where to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108074369603346305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108074369603346305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/practical-is-in-2-days-time-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108048597174874208</id><published>2004-03-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:06:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful that day
And love is getting too cynical
Passion's just physical these days
You analyze everyone you meet
But get no sign the loving kind
Every night you admit defeat
And cry yourself blind

If you can't wake up in the morning
Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it try as you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108048597174874208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108048597174874208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-cant-manufacture-miracle-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108039872094303632</id><published>2004-03-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:01:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Peppermint Cappuccino
You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.
However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.
You are a total girly girly at heart, and prefer your coffee with good conversation.
You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please.


What Kind Of Coffee Are You?


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108039872094303632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108039872094303632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-peppermint-cappuccino-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-108031764204874305</id><published>2004-03-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T00:20:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
went to seoul's today.
YUMMY!
never ate so much for such a long time.
my stomach almost burst. i had such a difficult time walking.
i'm feeling guilty.
i ate so much...
that i'm scared that tomorrow i can't fit into my np skirt. laughs.

i just reached home.
met up with ah pao to get badminton.
time to work out alittle.
well...we played in the night? i guess we were more of hitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108031764204874305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/108031764204874305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/went-to-seouls-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107996623161562222</id><published>2004-03-22T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:40:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my alarm went off. it woke me up.
i dread for the day to end. like..in an instant.
as though that would happen.
dragged myself out of bed, into the bathroom, threw on my uniform and set for school.

it's the starting of term 2.
the beginning of the week and i already have homework and tests lining up for the rest of the week.
the following week.
we are back to work and more work.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107996623161562222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107996623161562222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-alarm-went-off.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107988250963054326</id><published>2004-03-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:15:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i do not want to attend school.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107988250963054326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107988250963054326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-do-not-want-to-attend-school.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107972016223578603</id><published>2004-03-20T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:48:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 2.07 in the morning.
i'm suppose to be in bed, under my blanket.
but i decided to change my template.
something is not right with the template. damm it.
it's plain. empty.
forget it.

the sky is orange. it's going to rain.
the wind blowing over is cold and crisp.
it's really quiet and peaceful.
only the sound of the keyboard against my fingers and my sister's voice.

anyway, at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107972016223578603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107972016223578603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107953213154059779</id><published>2004-03-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T02:08:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
breakfast at PS.
mugging at esplanade library.
that took up almost the whole day.


packed and left for bei's place in the evening.
there is only one word to describe her mum's cooking.
slurps!
yum...wonderful. i love.
had a laughing session at bei's place.
we pissed her sister off with our laughters. mad. purely madness.
left soon after 8.


yes. i'm so proud of myself.
i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107953213154059779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107953213154059779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/breakfast-at-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107944228883131917</id><published>2004-03-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T05:27:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
early in the morning, went to take promos.
i must say some of then are really impressive.
but generally, it was fine.

don't worry, you all did your best.
be patient and wait for the results.


went to meishi's place. we slacked.
she has a whole stack of vcd man!
watched...valentine and final destination. i fell asleep.

now i'm home. with tons of homework waiting for me to begin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107944228883131917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107944228883131917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/early-in-morning-went-to-take-promos.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107934235966210759</id><published>2004-03-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:06:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
changed the blog skin.
gee.. i think it looks weird.
heck lak...i'm tired.
took me such a freaking long time to find a skin.

it isn't completed yet.
and my butt hurts from sitting on the chair.
i shall stop here.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107934235966210759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107934235966210759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/changed-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107909702094939836</id><published>2004-03-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:08:11.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
i'm pissed. restless. frustrated.
they just had to spoil my day.
everybody is testing my patience.
stop it.

even walking on the streets, people had to irritate me.
fucking malays. mother fuckers.
i detest the whole lot of you. bloody shit heads.
say i'm racist. i don't give a fucking damm.
cos YES! i'm racist. i'm against all malays.
ARGH! just looking at your faces makes me want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107909702094939836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107909702094939836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107901400635525296</id><published>2004-03-11T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:12:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
So you sailed away
Into a grey sky morning
Now I'm here to stay
Love can be so boring

Nothing's quite the same now
I just say your name now

But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't want me back
You're just the best I ever had

So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely

Send it in a letter
Make yourself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107901400635525296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107901400635525296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-you-sailed-away-into-grey-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107901078674187978</id><published>2004-03-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:16:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
i'm doing my social studies work that is dued tomorrow.
yea rite.
i'm doing my food and nutrition reseach which was dued on tuesday.
yea rite.

argh..i'm so dead.


it's the last day of school tomorrow.
it ends at 9.00. *cheers!
but after that, i've no where to go?
my friends decided to pang sei me...sulk
where shall i go? home? out by myself?
shall not think about it till tomorrow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107901078674187978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107901078674187978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-doing-my-social-studies-work-that.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107883935265005272</id><published>2004-03-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:40:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
i have many things left undone. unsaid.
it's building up so fast that i can barely control it.
i may look fine on the outside, but its churning inside me.
i can't get it off my mind.

maths is a killer.
problems are driving me nuts.
people are pissing me off.
research is incomplete.
I HATE IT. I HATE IT ALL.

even voices and laughters i hear are giving me blood pressure.
indulging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107883935265005272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107883935265005272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-have-many-things-left-undone.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107856788054935020</id><published>2004-03-06T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:04:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're chocolate.
You're the old soul type,
people feel that they have known you their entire life.
Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them.  You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. 
it is alright to open up every once in a while.
 Which kind of candy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107856788054935020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107856788054935020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/youre-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107849823588590704</id><published>2004-03-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:04:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart of Stone
 What is Your Heart Really Made Of?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107849823588590704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107849823588590704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/heart-of-stone-what-is-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107849210007035890</id><published>2004-03-05T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:17:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
campcraft team, i love.
position 19. that's good enough, out of over a hundred schools.
i'm proud of you guys! i'm laughing, smiling as i type.
i'm over the moon! jumping up and down!
it's been the best result so far.
i just can't stop smiling.
the word "HAPPY" is appearing into my head like a firework.
months of hardwork, perspiration, reprimand and bonding paid off.
i believe it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107849210007035890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107849210007035890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/campcraft-team-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107831852142868243</id><published>2004-03-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:17:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


did this quite sometime ago. like last week? alright kaladias. my creation for you guys! brings back many memories. lols. this is the second edition.
first edition - bei.
third edition - pc.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107831852142868243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107831852142868243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/did-this-quite-sometime-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107823661867092344</id><published>2004-03-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:13:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm on cloud nine!
i just love you guys!!!!
the kaladias.
we never seem to see each other anymore. starting to miss everybody.
get together sometime yah? i certainly hope so. 

should i go for life saving course?? msyeo told me to think about it.
it's a 3 month course and Ns are at september. don't think i'll be able to cope.
i really want to go.

got my exam schedule today. it's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107823661867092344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107823661867092344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-on-cloud-nine-i-just-love-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107813018743943299</id><published>2004-03-01T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:50:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>came straight home and lay on bed. shagged.
had double lit today...there was a change though. she left us to do our own things after 25mins of crap. i simply open my book and dozed off. i even had a dream! sadly, i couldn't remember. i need a break.

PE- vanita made us run 10 round within 14min 30second. like how wonderful. i tried not to skip rounds. but..i cheated one. heh. so in the end...i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107813018743943299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107813018743943299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/03/came-straight-home-and-lay-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107788697655088086</id><published>2004-02-27T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:09:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught honey today. i love it.
the way they dance, their moves is fascinating!
her figure is yum! oh baby, she can shake!
i wonder if i could dance? LOLS!
i would cause a big hole in the earth man.

spend the day in town....as usual. walked.talked.laughed.
it wasn't that fantastic, but i'll have to do with that.
just came home. bathe and here i am, infront of the computer.
really don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107788697655088086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107788697655088086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/caught-honey-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107770153892123484</id><published>2004-02-25T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T17:35:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reached home a couple of hours ago..
have been idling but nothing constructive.
is math test tomorrow or friday?? somebody tell me.

wanted to go with my squad to the dog unit...I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE!!!!!*grumbles.was suppose to go when i was sec 1...but i had sports heat...so i didn't go. what the hell....
yes, i was saying...but this time i had english remedial. argh..how annoying. there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107770153892123484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107770153892123484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/reached-home-couple-of-hours-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107743582692112926</id><published>2004-02-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T15:46:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a sunday. it's a rest day.

but....i'm freaking bored. somebody, anybody give me something to do!!!

the day is crawling by...i'm sitting on the chair thinking about many things. memories that couldn't be put into words, couldn't be replaced. 


i wonder how the sec 2s are coming along...wondering what are they doing now. i've been worrying about them since friday. it's killing me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107743582692112926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107743582692112926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107736968577457284</id><published>2004-02-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:28:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NP was generally fine today. There was a couple of kiam pa people though. Sigh...can't be helped eh. They just love to figet and it is so bloody irritating. Because I end up shouting a zillion times for them to stop figetting. Argh. But overall...They did fine. I really do see potential in them. Please perfect your drills sec 1.I don't know why, but I just felt damm tired. Came back home, ate and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107736968577457284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107736968577457284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/np-was-generally-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107736844057601710</id><published>2004-02-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:04:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extroverted (E) 61.29%  Introverted (I) 38.71%
Realistic (S) 60.61%        Imaginative (N) 39.39%
Intellectual (T) 50%        Emotional (F) 50%
Organized (J) 52.63%     Easygoing (P) 47.37%
 
Your type is: ESTJ
 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107736844057601710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107736844057601710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/extroverted-e-61.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107711184632958089</id><published>2004-02-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:50:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to change the tagboard. dekap tagboard sucks alright...takes such a bloody long time to load. Now I love this tagboard. Do post something alright. it's dead in here.

yenkeng needs to lose weight urgently!! I do not wish to go for the TAF camp in march. Who wants to anyway...I wonder. But I heard that it's kind of fun. But can you imagine...most probably I'll be eating vegetables </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107711184632958089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107711184632958089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/decided-to-change-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107702714380344986</id><published>2004-02-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:19:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoots!
it's a boring day today.
lesson.lessons.lessons. it's all about lessons.

BEI - stop trying to squeeze into my fridge! there isn't anymore space lak! going to explode any moment. return back to school....and it'll shrink back. it is damm hot.
okay..i doubt anybody will understand what the hell i'm typing in here except for her. had chinese test today...another goner. i wonder why do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107702714380344986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107702714380344986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/whoots-its-boring-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107685835200974772</id><published>2004-02-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:21:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a Sunday. it's 11.08pm. 52 more mins till Monday. I don't feel like going to school. shucks.
my dad's birthday today. We got him a mint cake! It's nice! Feel like as though I'm eating ice cream! lols. It's really fantastic! I love it! Everybody seems to be asleep already. I feel like talking to someone. Downloading williamhungs video. Missed the encore.

valentine day came and went. Feels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107685835200974772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107685835200974772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-sunday_15.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107659151545650910</id><published>2004-02-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:27:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had maths test today. i flunk for it.
F&amp;N, task analysis...i didn't do.
social studies test tomorrow. i have yet to start studying.
damm....this is so irritating. i could have done F&amp;N long time ago, but i totally forgot about it. forget it...as if complaining would help. but i've got an angel to help me with it. LOVE YOU SO MUCH! muacks.

i went for mass run today. yenkeng went for MASS RUN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107659151545650910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107659151545650910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/had-maths-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107649805838184378</id><published>2004-02-11T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:02:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is alwayspleasantly pleased to have you jump outta nowhere to dote them with a fun peck on the cheekor more passionate embrace. super markets andwork places are your favorite places to attackyour loved one with all your love.
 What kind of kiss are you? 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107649805838184378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107649805838184378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-have-surprise-kiss-your-partner-is.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107648991773464816</id><published>2004-02-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:03:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to give school a miss today. I dread for the term to end soon. All the lessons and homework, it's driving me nuts. So, I took a break today. Well, at least I didn't have to sit through 5 periods of thurai's ERM. I'll most probably crashed my head into the table.

just woke up. Not feeling good at all.
my nose is still stuck and I'm coughing like mad.
went to the polyclinic to get MC, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107648991773464816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107648991773464816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/decided-to-give-school-miss-today.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107641219002159224</id><published>2004-02-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:28:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not in the mood for anything. I just want to fall back onto my pillow and sleep through. The wind is so freaking strong. It's freezing me. My mind is blank. Anybody who starts chattering or yakking beside my ear is going to suffer. Feeling irritated. moodswings, somebody tell me about it. Just shut the hell up! Can't you leave me in peace. I wonder why do people love talking so much. Don't they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107641219002159224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107641219002159224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/not-in-mood-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107616259725520580</id><published>2004-02-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:01:44.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
accompanied my friend to KK hostipal today. cos she had a knee injury. cos she happily ran into a netball pole. Now she walks with crutches and her kaladai hurts. LOLS. Clumsy girl. But she's given MC till Monday. That means...YOU CAN WATCH MTV AWARDS! *grumbles*  well...we waited there since 12.50pm...waiting patiently till 1.50. we thought everything was done until.....a nurse came by and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107616259725520580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107616259725520580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/accompanied-my-friend-to-kk-hostipal.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107590072797407941</id><published>2004-02-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:44:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I reached home hours ago, but I've been stoning ever since. I am not doing anything constructive. I've got geography test and Chinese spelling tomorrow and what the hell am I doing here?  


Thought that I've forgotten you
That I'm moving ahead
But realisation hit me once again
That i don't know how to let you go

Gave you many chances
but you never cherished
Instead you left me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107590072797407941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107590072797407941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-reached-home-hours-ago-but-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254886.post-107565252277861154</id><published>2004-02-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:11:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister is finally back from hostel. It seems that she ran away from hostel. She was suppose to come back on Saturday but she ended staying at her friend's place. ERJIE - you didn't even call back! You doodoo bird. 3am in the morning I woke up, and the house is brightly lit because mummy was waiting for you! nehnehpok. How irresponsible. shakeshead. All is well. She's finally back, knocking at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107565252277861154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254886/posts/default/107565252277861154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garbagedisposal.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-sister-is-finally-back-from-hostel.html' title=''/><author><name>garbage_lid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243465334815374847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
