<?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-11088287</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:24:17.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</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>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112987487318500584</id><published>2005-10-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:07:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will no longer update this blog as I'll be using my msn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please link or relink me at &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/punkprincess0107"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/punkprincess0107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check back over there for my updates ;D&lt;br /&gt;Leave comment though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ok Im updating today..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112987487318500584?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112987487318500584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112987487318500584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112987487318500584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112987487318500584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/10/announcementi-will-no-longer-update.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112944746270495105</id><published>2005-10-16T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:24:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I NEED A JOB. My eyes are currently set on whatever electric guitar I can find. But when eshopping, I checked out a Yamaha set.&lt;br /&gt;Electric Guitar = $300+&lt;br /&gt;Amp = $300+&lt;br /&gt;Accesorries = Around $20&lt;br /&gt;Total = $620+&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO!!!!! Ok so there are two ways I can get that money. 1) Ask my parents for it  2) GET A JOB. Im opting for the 2nd option, cos the 1st one makes me guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I talked my mum on the job thingy [hey Im 14] but SHE WONT LET ME so the only way is to ask them for money but THATS A FREAKING HELL LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas how to get the money then? [Shaiful your incongruous idea is inexpedient]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to Causeway Point and my mother told me to buy some clothes so I did. Heck, I chalked up $56.80 on TWO pieces of clothes alone [guilty ag]ain. But my mother was agreeable and she liked them and used her credit card to pay for them =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the men's place for my brother's clothes. Montagut, Piere Cardin, Polo... Actually, to tell you the truth, I think that the clothes are at tad too boring [so a simple black polo from Polo costs $57???]. So we went to Hang Ten instead. Crowded place. Hated it. But nicer clothes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed to the music school and I went to look at the electric guitars. Electric basses are CHEAPER. Around $190 only. Guess how much &lt;strong&gt;an&lt;/strong&gt; electric guitar over there costs? $500+. Oh damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents must thank me for not looking at Fender or Ibanez or Gibson ones. They can cost more than $4000.  0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's life:&lt;br /&gt;- 3 storey house with a cook/maid&lt;br /&gt;- Brand new toyota car that comes with a driver and a security guard (wow!)&lt;br /&gt;- When sent for business trips, his hotel room costs like US$100 - US$300 paid by his company&lt;br /&gt;- On addition on the business trips stuff, he gets a US$5000 traveller's cheque for free&lt;br /&gt;- Red carpet treatment at the airport -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I make this promise. I will study hard to be like dad, enjoying life right now. But seriously, it's not the money I want. Secretly I wish that we were a bit poorer, so that at least the word 'family' will have a much more meaning. The same goes for 'family love'. If not then I hope that whenever dad's back here in Singapore, we'd spend much more time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy birthday dad. Have fun celebrating it with your...uh...&lt;strong&gt;TOWERING&lt;/strong&gt; british collegues. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112944746270495105?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112944746270495105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112944746270495105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112944746270495105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112944746270495105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/10/seriously-i-need-job.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112822604751564803</id><published>2005-10-02T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:11:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To everyone : dont ask about my german written exam. as in, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another downside : CXZ's japanese was like 2 days ago. So in the end, i still didnt have anyone to go home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside : the neoprint part was phun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went to YTPS to make up not coming for teachers' day. Lota peeps were not there like Jocelyn, Shana or Chingman. Damn EOY. Haha. Anyway Jiaying [yes. that jiaying from 1A] and i searched for Sarah for like 1 hour and then when I found her, we watched the teachers get wet in the dunkin machine. Then we went home to get my camera and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/ICAM00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong [Mr Curry man] wet from all the dunkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/ICAM00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Seah trying to run away from me =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/ICAM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Foo and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="video/quicktime" width="320" height="240" src="http://www.geocities.com/mariz1st/ICAM0006.AVI" autoplay="true" controller="true" loop="false" pluginspage="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Mr Wu get dunked [you need quicktime for this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112822604751564803?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112822604751564803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112822604751564803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112822604751564803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112822604751564803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-everyone-dont-ask-about-my-german.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112791017538097726</id><published>2005-09-28T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:26:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind this smile is a girl who cries...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...long time no post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when exams are coming, everything comes crashing down on me. My studies and attitude. I know I'd changed. I could see that for myself. Whenever I look in the mirror, I see a bitch standing there. Someone whom I'd wanted, but, I think I'd gone overboard. Im now less responsible and I shout vulgarities more than ever. Other than that, I get lotsa punishments and do my homework the period before they are needed to be handed in. What's wrong with me? Wasnt I supposed to change for the better and gain my parents' trust? Wasnt I supposed to be someone who knew how to shut up? What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to tell y'all that I totally screwed up my german oral. I forgot what Schulfacher was and I totally went red in embarrassement. Or rather, white in horror. Ok fine I turned PINK. I hope I wont screw up Friday's paper as well. Ditto for English. I'd die if I end up in NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone : Sorry for being overly sensitive nowadays. Probably because of yesterday's and the day before's great stress. On Monday I had DnT, English and Maths to hand in by Wednesday, and I still had to study for the next day's oral. I was so damn frustrated that I couldnt do my grim reaper and I hated myself so much and I started crying. I had totally disappointed myself, for not even being able to do the grim reaper's face properly. In the end, I had only managed to do a mutated shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im in a "band" called popcorn. Here are the members :&lt;br /&gt;Charlie = Salty popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Aydan = Butter [or Butt-ter, from Ella] popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Ella = Sweet popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Teddy = Kernel [our mascot =D]&lt;br /&gt;and me = CNC = Caramel n Chocolate. I dont know what the hell is up with the chocolate part though. You have to ask charlie for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Salty made up some story about Caramel, Butter and Chocolate, or so whatever Sweet said. Anyway, I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our latest hit single is "Crunch Crunch" [enough of Shnip Shnips Salty!]. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112791017538097726?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112791017538097726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112791017538097726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112791017538097726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112791017538097726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/behind-this-smile-is-girl-who-cries.html' title='Behind this smile is a girl who cries...'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112731040711950650</id><published>2005-09-21T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:51:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a new guy! And I dont like Danny or James anymore. As for now, I have a crush on Brandon Flowers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've FINALLY got cable TV installed. Cant stop watching MTV or HBO or Discovery Channel (the stuff's quite good...especially the egyptian twins stuff). We've also got TFC (The Filipino Channel). Serisously, I have NO clue what they were talking about. Dont even start me about the news! The newscasters were talking in hyper speed. Ok so I cant even really understand sitcoms. So maybe it's just me and Im losing grip badly. Just now Aydan said something in tagalog , in which, I did not understand. So it's either that the moulin rouge guy (haha!)  was talking pure nonsense or I REALLY suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we were told that if we fail english, we would go back we'd be sent to NA. That seriously freaked me out. At first exams were NBD (no big deal) stuff for me in primary school and I still got pretty good grades. Not for now. I've got to work out my english, since it always gets Cs and Ds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was quite a freakly bad day for me. I got scolded wrongly, the prefects held back the class again and worst of all, Miss Sha was disappointed at my art work. Seriously, NO art teacher has ever told me that before. I was real disappointed at me too. Well, to tell y'all the truth, I've set VERY high expectations on me on art. Even a 19/20 wouldnt make me happy. Silly eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After german was freaking hellish for Aydan, Ella and me. We waited for my brother for like how long? And in the end he was in at Bishan MRT station, waiting there. Anyway, thanks Ella and Aydan! Thanks for waiting with me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 7.30 - 7.45. Majorly tired. Couldnt generate much ideas for my english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are C-O-M-I-N-G!!!!! Wont be posting soon. Good luck y'all!!!! We'll STAY in express!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112731040711950650?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112731040711950650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112731040711950650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112731040711950650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112731040711950650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/attention-everyone-i-like-new-guy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112697246792605399</id><published>2005-09-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T23:57:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuffs..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the mid autumn stuff. I was seriously bored ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Raine and I went for the lantern procession stuff (I said that I was seriously bored) and the NPCC peeps couldnt make the candle in my lantern stand. I thought it was funny but finally YaYing helped me. So we walked and walked and walked and talked and talked and talked (man...you can never shut me up =D) until we reached Limbang Park. Over there were some very cool skater dudes. As I walked past one of them, he whispered "Hi. How are you?" to me. I was like laughing...HAHAHAHA. So fuunny. I didnt reply though ( Raine kept walking) and he skated off (one word : SKILLED ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part was when we were walking back to school and I was like bouncing my lantern up and down and PIAK (Ok lah...it's not so piak lah)! I was like 'Oops!' and it dropped to the floor and the flame on the candle went off. The guys behind us still dared to laugh!!! So LOUD leh!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!! Anyway I kinda found it VERY funny and I was laughing my head off. A few metres later and my candle went off, the candle has burned off. Then I started twirling it and SNAP! The stick broke. In the end, I must've dropped my lantern 4-5 times -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Order of St John exam today was DIFFICULT!!! I dont know what the hell the dates were and what Queen and whatnot stuff =S. I'll fail. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my family went out and stuff. So boring. Nothing to buy. I mean, what &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; thing can you buy for $20? So yeah I didnt buy anything. We were at Takashimaya where we walked and walked and walked around and saw a &lt;strong&gt;king sized bed for $11,000&lt;/strong&gt; (WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Anyway, while we were at Yoshinoya at Takashimaya, we saw some guy running and shouting "THIEF! HELP! STOP! POLICE!" and chasing one guy. The thief was tall (Im not sure...I was sitting down) and was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and black pants. The victim was wearing a blue shirt and seemed to be around his 40s. I love my eyes. Even though they just zapped past, I could see how they kinda looked like =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the guy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112697246792605399?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112697246792605399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112697246792605399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112697246792605399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112697246792605399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-stuffs.html' title='Some stuffs..'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112670051837894021</id><published>2005-09-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:37:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was in the lift when this Swiss Cottage guy came in, with earphones. Man the music was damn loud. Guess what it was? YOU SAID NO BY BUSTED!!!! YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO 7th FLOOR GUY!!!!!!!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUSTED ROCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Charlie sucks though...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet y'all know about my punishment from Mr Goh yesterday. Well honestly I was just pointing out that he missed out the cast and he sent me outta the class. I was like WTF?!? I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. My goal by the end of this term is to get the "...should pay more attention..." and "...show more appropriate behaviour in class..." outta my report book. So dont be surprised. Im seriously shutting myself up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just have to say this. TEDDY HAS VERY CUTE EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything about Teddy is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute!!!!!!!!! Even his full name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112670051837894021?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112670051837894021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112670051837894021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112670051837894021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112670051837894021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112653367435591383</id><published>2005-09-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:01:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>Yozz everyone! I've got a new skin! So bored with my old one. But dont worry. I'll make a new one when I've got the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during recess in german, Teddy made a confession. HE LOVES ME!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! LOL. I think it was just a&lt;strong&gt; joke&lt;/strong&gt;. And Ella and Aydan we're like staring at us. Haha. Anyway, Teddy is soooooooo cute. It's such a pity I've gone into war against him. Aw shucks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before your minds get all over the world, Im using Aydan's picture for my d/p to irritate him, not whatsoever. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I want peace with him so I've changed my pic back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112653367435591383?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112653367435591383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112653367435591383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112653367435591383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112653367435591383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112634577219785221</id><published>2005-09-10T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:49:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipped tooth =(</title><content type='html'>First, my dentist discovered a hole in my tooth. Secondly, my other tooth (molar) chips. I mean, what the hell? The aftermath of braces???? The chipped stuff looked totally disgusting. My enamel and some soft pulpy stuff....EWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im halfway through my compo. Not bad eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is soooo enjoying life now, I guess. Just earlier today he and  other collegues landed at Nigeria's capital (I think). They were escorted with security guards and they're now at a US$300 a night hotel. Even when he's in the province part (where he lives in a compund) and when he needs to go out, he has a driver and a security guard and he has a cook and a laundry person around the house. Erm...wow? No. What the heck? Man his company's (SHELL...the oil company) so rich. MARYANN CAN MARRY THE BOSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont think it's fun at all with the security people trailing...no...LEADING you around. Haha. But my mother said that Nigeria isnt exactly a safe place so, yeah. But I think Wanting would like the VIP treatment ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I've got a new blog at &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/punkprincess0107"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/punkprincess0107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be updating that one as much, unless I decide to switch from here to there. Please comment =D   &lt;br /&gt;Thankies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matiz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112634577219785221?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112634577219785221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112634577219785221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112634577219785221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112634577219785221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/chipped-tooth.html' title='Chipped tooth =('/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112617598351291783</id><published>2005-09-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:53:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd piercing ;D</title><content type='html'>Now playing : Together - Avril Lavigne...nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so I went to my science lesson today. When I was walking to school with KwaiGa, my hair got stuck on my umbrella and I suddenly jerked my hand and OUCH! To people who were affected : I am very sorry I had screamed and disturbed your beauty sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson I went to Macs with Raine and Valerie and eventually Ain. We stayed there for so long. The stupid TVs kept playing that McDonalds theme song. Very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I played The Sims 2 for an hour and then went finish my geography homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading just ONE question, I started snoozing. Pro right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I woke up it was time for lunch and after that I went to do my English homework. It's still not done yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30pm we went to Lot1 to get my piercing!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I had a much difficult time picking out clothes. Stupid issue I know. But because I dont really go to Lot1 except for after school, I swear that Im very innocent on what the hell is appropriate. Well, because I go to Orchard MUCH more than Lot1. I mean, Lot1 is sooo BORING and NEAR. There isnt any excitement or adventure AT ALL. Or worse, you see people from BOTH your primary and secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while waiting for the shop perse to set up the gun thingy (I'd decided to pierce my left ear, since my hair is always covering my right and what for pierce it?), I noticed there were some audiences, craning their necks to watch the process. Whew Im so important! Haha! Jk jk. I was pretty worried if I'd make a fool of myself, like screaming to the pain. Then, PIAK! I was like...er...ouch? Haha. Really it was painful for a while then it was gone. The only thing was that the sound was kinda startling. It wasnt a major pain factor. So painless that I even forgot I've just punched a hole in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onto my appointment! The dentist took pictures of my teeth again, for us to see the before and after results. Then he gave me my retainers. Um. Eww! They were transparent plastic moulds moulded from the exact replica of my teeth. This was because the retainer making person was on a HOLIDAY. What the hell?? But I heard she's coming back on the 10th. I want my REAL retainers before school reopens. I mean, the plastic ones are VERY embarrassing. But my mother's very happy. Finally there's something to shut me up -_-" But not for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dentist said Im to keep them 24 hours a day unless Im eating. Yep you've guessed it! I headed to NTUC Fairprice and bought a super he-uge pack of Doritos. And I came home and ate them as SLOW as I could. Man...Im so pro. But my mother told me to stop eating them so I had no other choice bu to wear the plastic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, onto Mr Foo's quote, all man made stuff are made of chlorine. In other words, my retainers are poisonous material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112617598351291783?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112617598351291783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112617598351291783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112617598351291783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112617598351291783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/3rd-piercing-d.html' title='3rd piercing ;D'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112601760460453954</id><published>2005-09-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:26:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post : PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/pic009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brother's award for...er...show and tell stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/pic0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/pic0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/pic12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/pic12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry for the scotch tape marks...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/pic008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/pic008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[From Nigeria]&lt;br /&gt;sup dude? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/pic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my guitar =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/pic0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/lalala2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/400/lalala2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweetie and I drew it together. Cute? Nah. Sweet? Totally =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112601760460453954?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112601760460453954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112601760460453954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112601760460453954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112601760460453954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/2nd-post-pictures.html' title='2nd post : PICTURES'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112600194001622769</id><published>2005-09-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:40:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucess to Kiss?</title><content type='html'>Right. Sucess to kiss. That was what I heard from Raine or WanTing reading one of the posters in school. It's actually keys to sucess, written the other way round so it says 'Sucess to Keys' but I heard Kiss instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would be good at oral, since Im so GOOD at talking. But I dont think so, coz I was STUMPED. Can you believe it? ME? STUMPED? Man...ironic isnt it? LOL! Well I was looking down and then I got stumped and I just grinned at Miss [Constance] Yong. Yes, grinned =D Well I dont know why but half way through the thingy I started smiling. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to take neoprints with Alice, Raine, Patricia and KwaiGa. Damn my braces looked disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!! IM SO TOTALLY BRACELESS!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was kinda messy. They had to PULL all those metals off my teeth. And then my teeth were cleaned by hyper fast water. It hurts ='( Then my dentist asked me to gargle and there was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;. Lotsa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;. YUCK!!! No wonder it hurt! Then he discovered that I had one hole in my teeth and got some filling and he took some X-Rays to see if I've got any other holes. I think I do. Then he measured my teeth with that gummy stuff for my retainers. Dude, I DONT HAVE MY RETAINERS YET!!!! YAY!!!!!! I'll get it this Thursday. But right now, I dont have anything on my teeth =D It kinda feels slimy coz I feel that it's too smooth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I passed the clinic and then my &lt;strong&gt;dentist&lt;/strong&gt; came out. Whoa phew he dint see me, coz I was drinking iced drinks! =P But this dentist is really good and he never scolds me, unlike my super obnoxious ex dentist in my primary school, scolding me for small stuff. Man... no wonder's she's still single&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To YiGuo : Soz dude. I've decided not to wait for you, BUCKTOOTH. I mean, like, why the hell should I wait until you take off my braces then I take off mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anyway I smsed him. He hasnt replied yet though. Lol I feel like calling him again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112600194001622769?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112600194001622769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112600194001622769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112600194001622769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112600194001622769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/sucess-to-kiss.html' title='Sucess to Kiss?'/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112585235407445470</id><published>2005-09-05T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:32:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow! Wonderful guy! One moment everything about to crash down. A few words said and everything's up in heaven. There's just something in him, every word he says, everything in my world goes sooooo right... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talked to him last night (as in, really late, like around 12 midnight?). It was funny. I listened to him talk. Listened to him laugh. Listened to him get SPEECHLESS! LOL! Well I wasnt really saying anything coz I just wanted to hear him ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything's alright now =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mariz xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112585235407445470?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112585235407445470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112585235407445470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112585235407445470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112585235407445470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow-wonderful-guy-one-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112584173901404168</id><published>2005-09-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:56:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I saw Teddy!!! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept begging me for all those food the garbage man (Shaiful) gives us. Unfortunately for Teddy, Laura, Simin and I shared them all *sniggers*. Except for the drinks of course. The drink? Oh gosh. I was pretending to throw it away (not opened yet) and giving it to the garbage man but he took it. Then I said I wanted it back but he's already opened it. Almost gonna drink it that is. He was like "No, I drink it first, then you drink it from my mouth." Yucks Shaiful. Just yucks. And this is the 2nd time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was so siansationized. Yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to dinner at Lot1 with Hannah, SiMin and Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You can call me &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;. You can call me &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;. You can call me &lt;strong&gt;extremely dumb&lt;/strong&gt;. Im thinking about destroying the only thing that makes me happy and loved. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;if I want to love him, I want to do it the right way&lt;/strong&gt;, not the wrong way. I dont want to go on lying. I &lt;strong&gt;dont want to disappoint God&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont want to disappoint anyone. What should I do? Either go on doing the wrong thing, have a talk with my parents or, the worst, stop all this. I &lt;strong&gt;wont be exactly happy doing the wrong things&lt;/strong&gt;. Talking to my parents may &lt;strong&gt;backfire&lt;/strong&gt;. Stopping all this...well...&lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112584173901404168?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112584173901404168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112584173901404168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112584173901404168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112584173901404168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112581581233075191</id><published>2005-09-04T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T14:36:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man....I took so loooooooooooooooooooooooong to do this. Because, I think there was something wrong with my codings. Then, I downloaded the superb Coffee Cup HTML Editor! Coffee to the rescue! Haha! Nice right? But Im not sure if the background&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; are working. I think its just a temporary error, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping yesterday. Ouch! Poor feet. Anyway, we stopped by a Calvin Klein (I think? It's either CK or Christian Dior or something else) counter to look at the perfumes. My mother said she had the 'Eternity' one and we tried it out. OH. MY. GOSH. It. Was. Absolutely. Heavenly. She. Really. DOES. have. THIS? Anyway, it was kinda cheap =X, around $100. But hey! &lt;strong&gt;Im not saying that $100 is cheap&lt;/strong&gt;. Man Im not such a brat. I mean that I thought CK stuff are sold for like $160, so &lt;strong&gt;I thought that this stuff is cheap compared to its other products&lt;/strong&gt;. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGI laterz. I strongly think Teddy's innit, since he's in Zone 10 as well. OMG I MISS HIM HES SO DARNED CUTE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I change my mind. Brandon isnt cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont ask about QiHeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112581581233075191?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112581581233075191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112581581233075191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112581581233075191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112581581233075191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112558253428405393</id><published>2005-09-01T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:48:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. James' band ROCKS!!!! &lt;strong&gt;SON OF DORK ROCKS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! Earlier this evening Stephanie (who's from UK, by the way) sent me their song, Ticket outta Loserville. Hey Im pretty sure about this. Im one of the very damn few, or THE ONLY ONE, from Singapore to have heard it. Makes me &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; =P Because the single isnt out until November I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go James go!!! You'll make it!!! &lt;strong&gt;SHUT THAT FRIKIN CHARLIE'S BAND FIGHTSTAR AND SHOW HIM WHO'S DA WINNER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(James is as hot as ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps..dont support Fightstar. Trust me. I'll tell ya why. James is a &lt;strong&gt;wicked&lt;/strong&gt; composer and has photographic memory and he's darned funny andhe's a &lt;strong&gt;guitar god&lt;/strong&gt; and he's got his own fashion label, sic puppy (&lt;a href="http://www.sicpuppy.com"&gt;www.sicpuppy.com&lt;/a&gt;) and he's waaaaaay &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; and they got the loudest applaud in Party In The Park and their music is a mix of Busted and Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the reason of not supporting them? Hell &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...where's Matt gone to? I heard he's gone solo. Way to go Matt! You'll &lt;strong&gt;beat&lt;/strong&gt; Chaz as well. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; that 6 foot 4 inch giant gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to some guy from Temasek Sec named Arif earlier on. He said I was kinda cute O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112558253428405393?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112558253428405393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112558253428405393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112558253428405393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112558253428405393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112549965290894491</id><published>2005-08-31T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:47:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third post today. First, Joel consolled me, then Weisheng talked to me. Not much use (except for Joel's). Then, HE talked to me. Oh my gosh I so love him. He's all that I needed. Just a few minutes with him and TADA!!! He made me smile, made me laugh and turned me back to my old, happy self. Thanks so much sweetie I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112549965290894491?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112549965290894491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112549965290894491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112549965290894491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112549965290894491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/third-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112549204636559635</id><published>2005-08-31T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:40:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me ask y'all this. Is it wrong to be angry? Is it wrong to shout at someone you're fed up with? Is it wrong to cry? Is it wrong to talk? DONT TELL ME THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO CONTROL MY EVERY EMOTION. So what if they're my family? Do they have to gang up against me and my every opinion? Criticise every word I say? I thought a family is supposed to be happy and together and love each other and all. WHAT IS THIS? TELL ME!!! JUST WHAT IS THIS?!?! There's no happiness. There's no togetherness. There's no love. Just money. MONEY?!?!?! I HATE MONEY!!! I'D ENOUGH OF IT!!! STOP REPLACING LOVE WITH MONEY!!!! Its all because of money that we're like this now! CANT WE DO THE SAME THING LOVING FAMILIES DO?!?!?! WE ARE SO BROKEN!!!! I tried to make you proud, got into the class' top 10, got full marks for art all the time, but is it enough? I know. I know that whatever I do, I can never make you proud. Everything I try to do is wrong to you. I was never your pride. I know it. I've learnt to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel. Thanks for everything. I'll be fine. Really. I promise you. If I could, I'd take you as my REAL brother. I hate mine. As for him...He isnt here, now that I need him the most. I cant blame him, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112549204636559635?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112549204636559635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112549204636559635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112549204636559635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112549204636559635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-me-ask-yall-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112548162781784485</id><published>2005-08-31T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:11:29.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The performance was BRILLIANT! Wow I mean, when the "Shut up" part came and we did our first step, they were like clapping. But good job to 1B and 1E as well. 1B, 1D and 1E are DA BEST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dint go to Yew Tee Primary today. Bad me. The celebration's on Friday but from what I heard, there were many peeps who came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Mr Ong was classifying us according to our primary schools), one guy was saying that Yew Tee Primary sucks, coz there were only a few peeps. Well, you know what? YOURS SUCKS MORE!!! You know why? Coz so much peeps from your school went here, which means you're all LOUSY. We YTPS peeps rock alright. There were only a few of us because we are some of the lau ya few. The others went to Raffles Institution, Nanyang girls, River Valley and that Hua Zhong or something. They were all from MY CLASS. So Im telling this. We, those who went to Kranji, are the lousy ones OK?!?!?! But you lousier than us leh. Dont anyhow say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally disappointed Miss Lim. She'd wanted us to go to schools like Nanyang girls. Yeah it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112548162781784485?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112548162781784485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112548162781784485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112548162781784485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112548162781784485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/performance-was-brilliant-wow-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112531776802808787</id><published>2005-08-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:16:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday night I was drawing my study of my grim reaper. I did everything I could to make it uber (with the umlauts) perfectado then I saw it. 20%?!?!?! WTF?!?!?! ALL MY HARDWORK FOR JUST 20%?!?!?! Oh gosh. It was so damn difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/grim%20reaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/200/grim%20reaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/1600/ICAM00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/200/ICAM00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is. Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Bowen and I were talking and then it became so funny! Bowen's nephew looked like Jojo's (he's a guy! 17 this year...used to have a crush on him...haha) nephew and when I showed him the picture, I realized they were both wearing yellow shirts! Haha! Then I told Bowen he looks like my 2nd cousin and he said I look like his SISTER. He said maybe its all pinoy stuff ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frau Tan let me sit me with Ella again, on account that I dont talk. Yeah right. The moment I sat there I dint know what was going on with the class. Coz I was writing notes in full speed mode and I couldnt pay attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I cant help it but TEDDY IS SO DAMN CUTE!!!! Hahahaha!!! HE REALLY IS!!! WAY CUTER THAN BRANDON!!! But I declared war with him. Damn that Eddy. I was runnign after him then he turned and my shoes were all slippery so I was like skidding and ALMOST fell. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal was funny! On the way Eddy and I muttered every single thing we could say to piss each other off while the others (Charlie, Aydan &amp; Ella) gave each other noogies. Then Aydan and Charlie started to spray each other with their Addidas deodorant! Honestly but Charlie's one doesnt smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part. I was like waiting for the train and then Charlie came and I said "What are you doing here?" coz I know he takes the other train and he was like "I have no idea". When we boarded,I asked him again why he was there and he said he's going home to the Zoo (think Charlie the Affe ;D ) and kept talking. The place was so packed! Then he was like "Am I on the wrong train?" Alright now he seriously has his mind back "Hey Im on the wrong train!" Hahahahahaha!!! Then he alighted at Ang Mo Kio. That was so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112531776802808787?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112531776802808787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112531776802808787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112531776802808787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112531776802808787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-saturday-night-i-was-drawing-my_29.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112514564330231006</id><published>2005-08-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:25:47.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our first aid test today. On the way we were frikin scared, coz we all thought it was like Yan Hsiang's standard. But it was kinda easy. For the practical one, Jieting&lt;br /&gt;and I got the elevation sling one. I think it was okay-ish =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part : I didnt see Teddy ='( Though I saw Gan Eng Seng peeps but there were lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Justin (Joel's brother) got me and Joel all confused coz he thought (and I repeat, THOUGHT) he saw me but the one he saw was wearing black. So weird, coz THOUGHT I saw him too. Joel helped me ask him how he knew me and Joel said " ...he says that he knows you cause he dunno." It's like what the heck? It's all Justin's fault, confusing us like that! Hahaha ok Im not blaming him. What is weird is that today I saw two guys, one of them wearing what seemed like St Patrick's upper sec uniform and the other one wasnt. The guy who wasnt looked like Justin! LOL! So Justin thought he saw me and I thought I saw him and we're both wrong&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just bought a totally cool ID bracelet with my name engraved on it from the army market. Just cost me $7!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112514564330231006?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112514564330231006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112514564330231006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112514564330231006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112514564330231006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-had-our-first-aid-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112471461027914229</id><published>2005-08-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:34:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt; are Gunnar and Inggrid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shut the hell up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Quiheng, Timo, Brandon, Roger and Isaac. I know chinese for goodness' sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, he &lt;strong&gt;sttbsc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, canteen food &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it rain tomorrow, since we've got 'his' lesson. Does anyone realize it &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; rains on his lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It rained today. Bring your jackets this Thursday y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mariz is getting naughtier" Frau Tan&lt;br /&gt;"Mariz and Maryann one more time Im going to call your parents" , "Mariz, Isaac and Maryann, stand" Miss Ng&lt;br /&gt;"Mariz and Maryann, Miss Ng has told me about it" Mdm Faridah&lt;br /&gt;Yeps y'all have heard it. Noisy noisy noisy! Anyway I wasnt getting naughtier. Just like what Maryann said, I always wait until I finally show my ture colours. True right? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1D got into the skit! Woohoo! Way to go guys! The first time we're so very proud of us =') But I've yet to learn the dance -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im improving on my guitar, I think (I teach myself). Haha. I dont think its THAT bad. Right now I can play Sleeping with the lighst on, 3am, teenage kicks [all from Busted] and the intro of We Believe of Good Charlotte. Nice right? If y'all are wondering if when I'd be playing Van Halen or Jimi Hendrix or Santana, wait a few more light years alright? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dint rain today. Nothing unusual about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday GuanYeow took my water bottle and drank from it, despite telling him not to. I told him to throw it for me but he kept it and used it as his water bottle *wishes there was some smiley that can describe my feelings now, in other words, YUCK+angry* It's thanks to you that I had to suffer the rest of yesterday and today in total desperation of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Inggrid is back. She seems a bit excited about her new tie and all =P But Gunnar's still aint here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declared war with Teddy last Monday. Anyway he said he's very hot and I saw him signing on his book. Seems like he wants to be some star. But hot? BLEAH. Cute is the word =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aydan had a haircut. Nice one dude. Keep the gel on ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home was very funny. Talking to Charlie (in a stupid accent), telling him to sell me his golden ticket. He made an offer of a whopping $35 000 or something like that. It was really funny! =D Then later on he said something like "Im not selling the ticket anymore. Would you like to buy a block of air for $35?" with his hands holding an imaginary block. Of course I rejected but Ella wanted the block. She bargained until the price was as low as 50c. Hahahaha! Then I told him that Im still buying his ticket and Ella and I started ranting at him and he said he was closing his shop already and he's not selling them anymore. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up you major assholic moronic bitchtress of the damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I aint talking about my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112471461027914229?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112471461027914229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112471461027914229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112471461027914229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112471461027914229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-first-off-where-are-gunnar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112455326854346486</id><published>2005-08-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:54:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can y'all believe it?!?! GUAN YEOW DOESNT KNOW WHAT KENNY ROGERS MEANS!!! OMG!!! Where on Earth have you been?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im super tired now. I went to Raine's house from 11am to 3.30pm then at around 4.15pm, we all went out to Orchard Road and ate dinner at 9pm at Kenny Rogers. My mother was like "Dont waste money! Finish it!" and my dad was like "Dont! Later you vomit you'll lose more money."&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 MUFFINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112455326854346486?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112455326854346486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112455326854346486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112455326854346486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112455326854346486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-yall-believe-it-guan-yeow-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112446472959162185</id><published>2005-08-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:25:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Me grandad's outta the hospital! YAY!!!! He's always been in and out of the hospital since December last year, from what I hear from my parents, stroke. Please help me pray for him and other people everyday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone comes to my blog to see the pregger's piccy! cool eh? Please keep coming back to enliven your spirits once again ;D And on to Maryann's request, I'll try my best to maximize the dimensions of her very own masterpiece. We all owe it to her. And y'all owe it to me for advertising it through the blog, MSN and email =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of crap. Today I think I had a pretty major mood swing, but it wasnt a major deal. Alright so we all went for footdrills and William took over May, Laura and me. Haha. We did well. William was so proud of us =') hahaha. But I kept messing up my TLVs. Anyway he's very nice and good so I dint wanna bully him. It'd be a different case if it was Vincent though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Vincent, he keeps bugging me with the dangling hand thing. It isnt scary...its just...GROSS!!! Oh I hate Vincent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died for the first aid mini-test. I was like, "What the hell?" There were many terms I dint know. And yet, when I got my paper back (we marked each other's works), I got like 23 1/2? Why so high? Vincent's (ugh...) calculations were wrong is it? Anyway, THANKS!!! Hahahaha! And he dint do the corrections for the last question! I hate Vincent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got Shaiful's paper and there was one question "Define the term signs" or something and he wrote there "I have no idea". Hahahahaha! And I wrote "Nice one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112446472959162185?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112446472959162185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112446472959162185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112446472959162185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112446472959162185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-me-grandads-outta-hospital-yay-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112436988706390407</id><published>2005-08-18T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:58:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright Im so gonna fail my first aid test coz I STOPPED HALFWAY THROUGH CHAPT 4. THE PICTURES ARE DAMN GROSS AND SCARY!!! They showed all those gunshot wound and stuff and even showed a door knob (the type you pull down) stuck to a child's eye! YUCK!!!! Then I thought I'd get over them all and I still went on iwht the powerpoint (it's in a CD) and then they showed a hand with two fingers missing (amputation part) and two amputated fingers. I was so damn stupid to go on and finally they showed the worst thing I've ever seen. AN AMPUTATED HAND!!!! OHMIGOSH!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *SCREAMS AND RUNS DOWN MAD* I am so damn happy I dont have photographic memory. That's when I stopped. I turned off the monitor and kept pressing alt + F4. When I turned the monitor back on, my back was turned to it and I asked my mother what's on the screen and she said i'ts the Media Player. Yeah you can tell how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN FREAKING SCARED&lt;/span&gt; I was. I was gonna cry! These pics are gonna haunt me. If you dont beleive me, you are always welcome to come over the house and I lock you in the room and let you see Chapter 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to Vincent about this and he said I must get used to it. He's kinda used to it already. I asked him if he was freaked out the first time and he said no. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's mentioned something about a dangling hand. Whatever it is, it seems worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow. Im too damn grossed out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112436988706390407?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112436988706390407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112436988706390407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112436988706390407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112436988706390407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright-im-so-gonna-fail-my-first-aid.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112428372941131562</id><published>2005-08-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:22:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I tried to do my maths in the train but I couldnt solve them. At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dint need to sit with Benjamin again. I sat with Sheena and Eddy instead. Poor Angela...had to sit with him. I was sitting at the front. There was no way I could resist the temptation of turning behind due to the incredibly low fun energy at the front. Haha. I wanna be in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Ella, Aydan, Eddy and I saw some guys go to the back of the staircase. Because someone had used correction liquid saying&lt;br /&gt;"Free hot chicks (European)&lt;br /&gt;Meet here on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;at 5.30" or something like that and we were like laguhing saying, "They're interested!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ella and Aydan said that Eddy was feeling down, due to the financial complications between him, Benjamin and Warren. I wont talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was supposed to get my braces off yesterday! It was postponed due to the existing gap. It was my fault anyway. I dint put on my rubber bands at night =P  Oh well. I cant wait for Sept 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag World sucks right? The stupid webmaster doesnt pay his bills. Tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112428372941131562?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112428372941131562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112428372941131562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112428372941131562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112428372941131562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112426161651548139</id><published>2005-08-17T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:53:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2:46PM&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm! Jelly beans! So yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Im waiting for my brother to come home and go for german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Isaac, Maryann and I were made to stand up while doing our work. You lah Maryann! She kept saying whatnot solutions and  then Isaac and I were laughing at her solutions and yeah Miss Ng saw us and punished us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folkdance wasnt that nice either. First of all, YUCK! The guys' hands were so sweaty! And Nelson's hand was &lt;strong&gt;vibrating&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahahaha!! I was like "What's wrong with your hand?" Vinay sucks. He keeps pulling my hand back and down. O poor Peiyen... One time Miss Wee told us to stop and Joaquim was like squeezing Wanting's hand damn hard. Then I partnered him and, to God's mercy, he dint squeeze my hand ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is just the first post. Wait for the 2nd one after german. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jelly beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112426161651548139?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112426161651548139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112426161651548139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112426161651548139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112426161651548139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/246pm-mmmmm-jelly-beans-so-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112411615912453790</id><published>2005-08-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:43:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU MY ONE AND ONLY SWEETIE I LOVE YOU LOADS *MUACKZ* &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112411615912453790?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112411615912453790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112411615912453790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112411615912453790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112411615912453790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you-my-one-and-only-sweetie-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112410922178655469</id><published>2005-08-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:33:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im very damn sleepy today. I slept at 11pm and woke up at 2am and couldnt sleep anymore. I woke up since my freaking lil bro woke me up and told me he's scared and blah blah blah blah and he couldnt sleep  (we watched the horror movie "SIGAW" yesterday. It wasnt scary. The peeps are just very gorey). *Yawn...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure y'all know about that love letter I wrote. Was awesome wasnt it? (Damn you Weisheng you tore it up. It was a very nice masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 1D was so damn funny! Someone imitated the teachers' voices and we were laughing like hell on the way to ITC!!! LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cherrie came for german! Haha. Ok here's what happened. We all entered the classroom and the tables were, yet again, rearranged -_-   I dint know where to sit so I sat by myself. Then when Cherrie came, Frau Tan made her sit infront of me, with Thinesh. And then...AAAHHHHH!!!!!!! Frau Tan made me sit with the freaking weirdo, BENYAMIN!!!!! ='((( I tell y'all...he's sooo damn wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when there was this dialog thingy (peep 1 : where I you going.? peep 2: to _____. Would you like to come with me? peep 1: yes/no) and...HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Teddy: To bed. Would you like to come with me?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Then everybody started laughing! It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Joel was supposed to come up after german at bishan but he couldnt come. I miss my godbro! So long never see him. He said that he'd see us again soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just recently I've started calling people and telling them to shut up and its so great! You always leave the person speechless! Hahaha! Then I'll ask "Do you know what is BDA?" then they'll say no and I say I also dunno. Im kinda high I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112410922178655469?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112410922178655469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112410922178655469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112410922178655469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112410922178655469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-very-damn-sleepy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112401430425320936</id><published>2005-08-14T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:52:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for everything. I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112401430425320936?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112401430425320936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112401430425320936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112401430425320936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112401430425320936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112390777954679033</id><published>2005-08-13T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:36:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. My highness is gone. Let me talk properly about what happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NTU with Alice and her sis. It was fun I tell y'all. Then met up with her sis' friends. The bus was so darn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah blah, gave Raine her ticket and went in the Auditorium with her and Kwaiga. Wow I never knew we were so damn near. Hahaha. Then hung out a while with GuanYeow (he looks cool by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancing rocks man! It was so cool! QUEENIE WAS SO DAMN COOL ALRIGHT! Although the rules said no photography, I still took pictures and videos. But hey I was high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I admit that I ran after Joaquim during the break time. He was sparkling, due to the excessive glitter on his head. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the whole thing, I went home with PeiYen and Amy. I was dead tired. Looked like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112390777954679033?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112390777954679033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112390777954679033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112390777954679033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112390777954679033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-11-right.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112382541731078659</id><published>2005-08-12T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:43:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM SO DAMN HIGH!!!! AS IN, REALLY HIGH!!!!!!!!!!! SO HIGH THAT WANTING RECKONS I TOOK DRUGS!!!! WTF?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS SO DAMN FUN DURING MATH CLASS!!!! COZ I WAS TOO HIGH UP IN SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND Y'ALL MIGHT ASK WHAT I DID OUTSIDE CLASS. WELL I PURPOSELY DROPPED MY PENCIL LEADS OUT OF THE WINDOW AND WENT OUT TO GO GET IT...WOOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LETS GET HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALRIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANSICAL'S LATER!!! YAY!!! GIVING RAINE MY EXTRA TICKET FOR FREE!!! I'VE FOUND THE APPROPRIATE ATTIRE. I THINK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNBELIEVEABLY HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANGEROUS TO TALK TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DONT BE SURPRISED IF YOU FEEL SUDDEN IRRITATION TO YOUR MIND OR THE WORLD SUDDENLY STARTS SHAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE VERY GLAD FOR ALL THE INCONVINIENCE AND ACCIDENTS CAUSED. WE HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARIZ XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112382541731078659?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112382541731078659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112382541731078659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112382541731078659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112382541731078659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-10-im-so-damn-high-as-in-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112376515868488761</id><published>2005-08-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:59:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I admit I cant find anything appropriate to wear for tomorrow. What the hell is appropriate for the gals? Funny right? HOW &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt; CAN I GET?!?!?! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Im so damn pathetic that I dont even know what time to go for the Dansical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My extra ticket is waiting for its faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask y'all to give me your morst sincere forgiveness as Im very high today. Why? It's because IM ENJOYING MYSELF HERE AND I CANT BELIEVE HOW SLOW TIME IS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell Im enjoying myself? I DONT KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you Im pathetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentless; that's my word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WILLY WONKA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112376515868488761?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112376515868488761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112376515868488761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112376515868488761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112376515868488761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-9-fine-i-admit-i-cant-find.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112367823105583673</id><published>2005-08-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:57:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother and I went to watch Charlie and the Chocs Factory in Causeway Point. Before going there, my dad gave me $50. What the hell. Just when I thought that we're done shopping and stuff. Shit, what to buy?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we actually wanted to watch the 2.45 show but after queing up it was sold out. My mother suggested we buy the 5pm one. So we dint go out of the line. And when we finally got to the counter, I was glad we dint wait until the last minute to buy the tickets. Why? Coz its like almost full! After buying we kept walking and walking around looking for something to wear for &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Couldnt find something nice. But I bought a watch (I broke mine right?) and its so damn...er...unique! Coz the numbers are all jumbled up! They arent at the original boring positions. Shows how unique I am eh? ;D But the strap...ahhhh!!! Got spots just like leopard skin! Ohmigosh Im sooo gonna die in art...And I bought a motorcycle type bag. Or so I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was fun! I like Willy Wonka! He's so mysterious looking and &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt; and wierd and he's like so childish and I love his character! I think its so cute!!! =D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I have one extra ticket. Dont know what to do with it. Isaac doesnt want to buy it already. My mother said just put the bags in there. How...er...creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112367823105583673?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112367823105583673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112367823105583673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112367823105583673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112367823105583673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-8-today-my-mother-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112360427024478362</id><published>2005-08-10T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:17:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Just came home! First of all, we all went all the way to Tanah Merah MRT Station and Uncle Mike drove us to their house. Uncle Mike has the same slang as Ella. No doubt about it. They're both Aussies. I was stunned at their house and car. Just how many times have they changed them? Anyway, Aunt Doreen is preggers and her doctor said that their baby boy, which is eurasian, has a very fair skin, dark hair and grey eyes. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their house there was this totally cute eurasian boy named Mark. Now before y'all get the wrong ideas, Mark is around 4-7 years old. He's so hyper! And he keeps doing these 'stunts' to attract others' attention, mostly mine coz he keeps looking at me. How cute is that? Hahahaha. Well I actually took a picture of him but my father deleted it as he wanted to take some videos =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all went to the city and walked for light years and then came the time to get ready for the fireworks show. We were at Marina Square, looking for my father then I was caught by the sudden gun shot sounds made by the fireworks. I quickly turned on my camera and recorded it. It was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train on the way home. I realized something. Faiz should know ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. My father bought a new handphone and two casio watches, costing $51 dollars each. And I broke mine.... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112360427024478362?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112360427024478362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112360427024478362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112360427024478362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112360427024478362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-7-whew-just-came-home-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112351158407150040</id><published>2005-08-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:33:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I  woke up at 5am and my father sent me to school but I met Jeiting and Aishya in the bus. We chatted until so paiseh coz we missed the stop -_-"   When we were walking to school, Aishya was like suspicious coz there was a man following us. I was like "[sarcastically] That's my father" and they were like so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in the parade for a LONG time. I initially wanted to squat down, due to the lack of sleep [5 hours only] and I couldnt stand anymore and the boredom of the speech. Mdm Lee kept pausing in her speech and I was giving her the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXTREME&lt;/span&gt; icebergs. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Valerie, Raine and I met up with Alice and went to the woodlands library to do our geography project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to admit it. I went into another shopping spree. Im so pathetic aint I? I dint want to go but I was [yet again] dragged all the way to JB. Ate at pizza hut! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Im so damn &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;. Im so damn booked for the WHOLE week. Tired...havent slept since 5am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Weisheng, the poverty thingy is gone. HAPPY NOW?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112351158407150040?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112351158407150040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112351158407150040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112351158407150040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112351158407150040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-6-right.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112334569480394351</id><published>2005-08-06T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:28:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now Im waiting for my yoghurt to defreeze itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had managed to impress my parents with my art drawings and they gave me an attention span of 5 seconds, way beyond the normal attention span they give me, which varies from 0 seconds to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all went out and my father bought a computer and another camera -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures today by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wont be using my photo album blog site anymore, coz its kinda &lt;em&gt;mah fun&lt;/em&gt; so the pics will be here instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;brother and mother (its blurry coz I suddenly moved the camera)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/885/320/ICAM0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;commentless...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Y'all must be wondering why I dont have any pics of me. It's because Im the camera person and I have extraordinary skills =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112334569480394351?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112334569480394351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112334569480394351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112334569480394351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112334569480394351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-4-ok-now-im-waiting-for-my-yoghurt.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112325520574459481</id><published>2005-08-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:20:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Today we rehearsed three times for monday's national day celebration. We were &lt;strong&gt;cooked&lt;/strong&gt; alright. Funny. The AVA club peeps were playing 'Burn' by Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home and went to Giant in IMM. Walau so damn tired sia still want to drag me there. Anyway, my dad finally got the USB cable! Yay! Ok. So when my dad says 'shopping', he really means SHOPPING. We spent about $200+ in there. Its nice to shop in there. I can just dump whatever I want in the shopping trolley and my parents wouldnt care. All I wanted to throw in there was chocolates, as in LOTS of chocolates, but my mother wouldnt let me since my dad has already bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? We have to fall in outside St John room by &lt;strong&gt;6.15am&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112325520574459481?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112325520574459481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112325520574459481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112325520574459481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112325520574459481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-3-alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112315026121809984</id><published>2005-08-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:11:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! My dad's got the peeps to get the air con fixed! Woopee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was real fun during PDP and Maths just now. Because we were so damn noisy! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored leh. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We [finally] got our Dansical tickets. Im at row E, which is like near to the stage, according to what GuanYeow said. Some peeps have row X! WTH?!?! LOL! I actually wanna buy another ticket for my dad but its too late. Now we dont know who's going and who's not going. Anyway, did y'all see the rules at the back of the tickets? NO photography, audio and video recording and NO food and drinks! WTF?!?!?! How to enjoy?!?! Ahh but dont worry. When there's me around, there's always fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im so damn stupid! My dad asked me what I wanted him to get me and I said nothing. =O   Actually I wanted to get an iPod! But nevermind.  I already have a camera from him. Maybe if he asks again then I'll say...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I still treat you the same way but ever since that day, I knew I can never look at you the same way again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112315026121809984?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112315026121809984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112315026121809984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112315026121809984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112315026121809984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-2-yay-my-dads-got-peeps-to-get-air.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112306954512628918</id><published>2005-08-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:00:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Im calling it day 1, becoz my today's my dad's first day here. I have something to say. I ABSOLUTELY HATE GUO QIHENG!!!!! ITS EXTREME HATREDNESS!!!!! Anyway, today YiJun kept pressing me to watch Charlie and The Chocolate Factory with him and, as far as I know, Nelson (And I think some other peeps too, but I dont know who) on monday. LIKE AS IF I WOULD GO!!!! I hate Nelson Tan Boon Boon Birdshit. He sucks. REALLY sucks. Anyway Im gonna do my geog project on that day.&lt;br /&gt;I came home to find my dad very sound asleep (jet lags...). And blah blah blah and went for german class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to MOELC with Jocelyn again! LOL! And she said she was hungry so we stopped by at Macs and met Sheena and WenJia. Hahahaha. And we wanted to be late for class coz we dint want to go for the test. We wanted Frau Tan to start it after recess ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were late alright and Frau Tan questioned us -_-"   The test wasnt THAT bad. Hahahaha. Teddy was like 'praying' HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During german Teddy and Aydan were like throwing a paper plane at each other then it went to me and I aimed at Teddy and threw it. But...er...the plane flew up and went to the computer. Aydan, Teddy and Angela were laughing at me. I was laughing like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After german I was entralled by the beautiful sight of the sunset out of the MRT train's window. The only thing missing was the beach. I promise you it was very beautiful indeed. All those violet, pink, orange and gold colours, blended together...wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we [my family and I]  all ate out. So damn tired leh. And tomorrow still have AMC. WALAU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for this week:&lt;br /&gt;Mon : German&lt;br /&gt;Tue : Campfire&lt;br /&gt;Wed : German&lt;br /&gt;Thur : AMC&lt;br /&gt;Fri : St John&lt;br /&gt;Im so dead beat for this week. I cant catch up on my sleep. Nowadays so damn sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112306954512628918?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112306954512628918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112306954512628918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112306954512628918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112306954512628918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-1-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112299469550953118</id><published>2005-08-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:50:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. So here's the deal. My mother dragged me to my brother's camp place. Yes, I mean DRAGGED (its a filipino tradition to DRAG along your children to annonymous weddings/ birthdays. I sure dont really enjoy birthday parties in there coz I dont even know anyone!). In the bus, we went past Assumption English School. And I remembered, Chris is there. Then in the place, I saw Miss Teh! Yay! Ok it was VERY boring (for me, at least, since theres no one for me to talk to) and then guess who I saw? Bryan Lim! Hahahahahaha! Im not sure if he saw me. He looked my way when we were in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates, nutty M&amp;Ms, whiskeys and rubbish all over the place...my dad's back!!! YAY!!!! And he gave me the digi cam! LOL! But then he forgot the cable in Nigeria -_-". Anyway, he bought me and my mother some VERY nice earings, from Dubai. And the digi cam was from London as well. I cant believe it! The design was nice, so I thought the pictures it took were nice too, but when I use it without flash, I can hardly see a thing coz its all black. Then when I use it with flash, I can hardly see a thing coz its all white. Shittos. Never judge a book by its cover. But I dont care about anything else except my nutty M&amp;Ms ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im so damn tired and I still have german common test tomorrow (wish me luck! I didnt have enough time to study!). And speaking of german, it's gonna be a looooooooooooong day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112299469550953118?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112299469550953118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112299469550953118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112299469550953118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112299469550953118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112289940376844624</id><published>2005-08-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:30:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walau! Mr Foo! Just what are those photos for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother's away in his P5 camp (our camp was better! we slept in a Chalet!!!), and my older one's revising for his common test tomorrow. It's so damn quiet, without the gun shot sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, German was abit better, coz I hung out with Ella, Teddy and Aydan. It was kinda fun. Ok so here's what we did. We all kicked this can of drink around and then we went to mess with that guy under the staircase again! Well Teddy and Ella were like pouring 7up from the top of the staircase but in vain. No response from the guy. So I told the other peeps to shut up and then I looked down and said "Boo!"  and that guy looked aroun d and we all ran away! Then we burst out laughing! Hahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class Ella, Aydan and Teddy waited with me for my brother ( -_-" ). Hahahahaha! It was kinda fun to walk to Bishan MRT with them. And shittos! Aydan has got a camera phone! Damn it! Im so gonna get a phone with a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAY!!! My dad's coming back, TOMORROW!!! Yay!! Loud music again! And those chocolates he buys! YAY!!!! Celebration times c'mon!!! And yesterday, when I was talking on the phone with him, he said he'd give me his digi cam when he gets back! YAY!!!!!! (my brother's jealous by the way...haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bowen isnt online ='((        WE ROCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112289940376844624?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112289940376844624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112289940376844624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112289940376844624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112289940376844624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/08/walau-mr-foo-just-what-are-those.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112282115698975231</id><published>2005-07-31T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:45:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Dint study my maths...but it all seems very easy...wish me luck =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun talking to Bowen today. And WanTing agrees. Beware Bowen, DORK VADER WILL BE BACK!!! And martians will win! You earthlings will die!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here are some VERY funny things we said (theres too much if I put all here) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:10:53 PM] BoO! "Novus : *GASPS* NOT DARTH VADOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:13:20 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *with his...er...whatsoever weapon, darth              vador backstabs luke moonwalker, killing luke*&lt;br /&gt;[06:13:35 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *and slowly, luke falls to  the ground*&lt;br /&gt;[06:14:03 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *but with his remaining strength, he breathed out a few words...*&lt;br /&gt;[06:14:09 PM] BoO! "Novus : *but with the force of physics he  recovers*&lt;br /&gt;[06:14:29 PM] (#)°o.O punk: luke : darth vador, i...am....ur...father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:25:36 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *erm...darth farted to the fire*&lt;br /&gt;[06:26:19 PM] BoO! "Novus : farted to the fire? *KABOOOM* The methane ignites and burns luke!&lt;br /&gt;[06:31:23 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *unfortunately for earthlings like BOWEN, a clone of darth vader appears*&lt;br /&gt;[06:31:41 PM] (#)°o.O punk: the clone : im DORK vader....and YOU WILL DIE!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:36:07 PM] BoO! "Novus : *silly clone..look! your head it's blown off your body*&lt;br /&gt;[06:38:43 PM] BoO! "Novus : *fuke spoon runner takes a look at dork's head as it floats in the drain*&lt;br /&gt;[06:39:11 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *to his amazement, dork was laughing his head off*&lt;br /&gt;[06:39:34 PM] BoO! "Novus : *fuke takes off his shoe and throws it at dork's head*&lt;br /&gt;[06:39:58 PM] BoO! "Novus : fuke: shut up you smelly noisy fool!&lt;br /&gt;[06:39:58 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *dork headbutts it and it hits fuke back*&lt;br /&gt;[06:40:37 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *and fuke falls into the longkang as well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:46:16 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *BOOM! a mushroom shaped cloud fills the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:48:41 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *meanwhile, the earthlings ran around the surface of the earth, screaming their lungs off...but most of them went to 7 eleven to get some strepsils*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:53:03 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *KABOOM! a toadstool shaped cloud that stretched for hundreds of light years away filled the...er....space air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06:55:11 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *at the same moment, earthlings from the earth ate some popcorn and watched the spectacular explosion in the air...and yes, 7 eleven is definitly making a profit! it sure pays to be open 24/7!*&lt;br /&gt;[06:56:08 PM] BoO! "Novus : hahaha! Bowen, now defeating the martian menace throws some grenandes into 7-11! Die infidielS!&lt;br /&gt;[06:57:34 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *bowen angers some satisfied costumers "hey! where are we gonna get snacks?"*&lt;br /&gt;[06:58:20 PM] BoO! "Novus : haha IM A TERRORIST![06:58:34 PM]&lt;br /&gt;BoO! "Novus : Go to Bin Laden's snack cafe you fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[07:02:19 PM] BoO! "Novus : which sold them halal snacks and food. Bin laden was please with bowen.&lt;br /&gt;[07:02:39 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *and gav him bonus*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[07:19:18 PM] BoO! "Novus : haha? *mariz evades the deadly missile and arrives safely at mars when she encounters the Venus invasion fleet..*&lt;br /&gt;[07:20:31 PM] (#)°o.O punk: mariz : what? battle after battle??? I NEED TO EAT MY LUNCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[07:21:18 PM] BoO! "Novus : venus invasion fleet leader: Your lunch does not concern me Martian! DIE!&lt;br /&gt;[07:22:42 PM] (#)°o.O punk: mariz : shut up you venus razors! go and focus on ur shaving company!&lt;br /&gt;[07:23:24 PM] BoO! "Novus : venusian leader: It's time to shave mars of it&lt;br /&gt;[07:23:33 PM] BoO! "Novus : *it's rich pizza deposists!&lt;br /&gt;[07:23:55 PM] BoO! "Novus : deposits*&lt;br /&gt;[07:25:06 PM] (#)°o.O punk: mariz : better get outta here before u  guys become blunt![07:25:49 PM] BoO! "Novus : venus leader: your warnings are useless,  we MUST HAVE MARTIAN PIZZA!&lt;br /&gt;[07:27:40 PM] (#)°o.O punk: mariz : WE ARE STILL BUILDING OUR FIRST  7-11 SHOP!&lt;/p&gt;[07:48:39 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *marz sent a police spaceship to get those thieves*&lt;br /&gt;[07:49:26 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *the police martians caught up with the venusians and blasted their ship using their latest laser bomb*&lt;br /&gt;[07:50:30 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *BOOM!!! this time, a camel shaped cloud filled the space air*[07:51:10 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *co-incidentally, the incident happened on Earth's skies*&lt;br /&gt;[07:51:28 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *and roasted martian pizza landed all over earth*&lt;br /&gt;[07:52:20 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *the earthlings ran out of bin laden's cafe and started to pick up the FREE pizza pieces"&lt;br /&gt;[07:52:31 PM] (#)°o.O punk: osama : NOOOOOO!!!! I WANT MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[07:53:25 PM] (#)°o.O punk: earthlings : WE WANT MORE!!!! ENCORE!!!! ENCORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07:54:33 PM] BoO! "Novus : *bowen under bin laden's orders fire a barrage of missiles at the crowd!*&lt;br /&gt;[07:55:03 PM] BoO! "Novus : *they explode a very violent way and send people flying in the air!*&lt;br /&gt;[07:57:50 PM] BoO! "Novus : Curses! *bowen launches barrage after barrage*&lt;br /&gt;[07:59:08 PM] (#)°o.O punk: *bowen tried and tried, but the crowd just loved bouncing about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112282115698975231?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112282115698975231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112282115698975231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112282115698975231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112282115698975231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112271479628577442</id><published>2005-07-30T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:13:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I think of getting a god sibling, I dont take it all as a joke. I dont meet someone for less than an hour and ask him/her to be my god sibling. And thats why I've got Joel as my god bro! YAY!!! He really acts like a real brother. Once I told him my older brother bullied me until I've got scars on my hand he said he'd want to bash my brother up. Haha. And he's the only god sibling I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we had air riffle training. The place was cool. While we were waiting for the room to be opened, Laura, Simin and I got some entertainment from watching some [old] men play squash with a cup of milo. Nice eh? Haha. While waiting for the theory lesson, I watched some IJC guys doing their shooting. The theory lesson was less than an hour. And then finally, we were asked to get our riffles. It was DAMN heavy ok? So after being told this and that, we were asked to position ourselves, without loading the riffles. It was REALLY heavy. First, we were asked to rest our elbows on the counter (Weisheng, will you be able to reach the counter? Hahahahaha). There was alot of pressure put on our elbows and it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were asked to load the riffles. After that, we were asked to stand our positions again. Ok so when I was lifting it up, I accidentally pulled the trigger. I looked at our instructor but she just told me to reload again. And then we were asked to shoot shoot shoot. And then asked to stand the REAL position and shoot. And guess what? On the first shot, I hit the bullseye! Yay! Hmmm....not bad me. But I pretty sucked at the test. We were supposed to get our shots as close together as possible and my shots we hell so far apart. Just hope for the best though. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to Lot1 to buy the white T-Shirt I need for the National Day. Laura asked me if I wanted to join the air pistol course but my mother wouldnt let me. Oh how unreasonable. Im trying to improve myself for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112271479628577442?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112271479628577442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112271479628577442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112271479628577442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112271479628577442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-i-think-of-getting-god-sibling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112254333598339691</id><published>2005-07-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:35:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmigosh!!! I've discovered the most important discovery of the human history!!!! TEDDY JOINED ST JOHN!!!!!!! Well I have to thank Aydan for spotting that St John collar pin Teddy was sporting. At first during class, when I saw it, I kind of recognized the symbol as the St John badge, but I just forgot about it as I convinced myself it was just his school badge. Im so damn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all watched this ASEAN games thingy. There were peeps from Brunei, Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, Indonesia and (obviously) Singapore. I dint really support any teams. Im neutral. I VOTE FOR WORLD PEACE OKAY?!?!?! The athletes are REALLY fast runners and the band from BPGHS was extremely good. I dint know that we came near the ending of the games. The only countries who won were Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore. Anyway, after that, I just felt like mingling with those from Philippines. No offence but the peeps were so....dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that sports meet thingy, Valerie, Raine, Alice and I ate some ice pops in the playground full of screaming kids. Raine and I barely caught the bus home =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've made a photo album (so Arthur, your search is over). It's at &lt;a href="http://www.punkprincess8.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.punkprincess8.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  There isnt much there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112254333598339691?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112254333598339691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112254333598339691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112254333598339691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112254333598339691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/ohmigosh-ive-discovered-most-important.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112246664904136869</id><published>2005-07-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:21:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1D got some kind of detention, according to what the peeps said to Ms Yong. Oh gosh. 1D sucks I tell y'all. During that 'detention', &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people like QiHeng, Brandon, Joaquim, Roger and James and others still had the mood to play. Oh how I hate this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as when 1D is a nightmare already, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;german class is starting to suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aydan and Ella arent talking to each other. And we dont hang out together anymore (except for me and Aydan. Ella doesnt hang out with us anymore). Ella, I thought you said we all have a bond? Why is this happening then? Just when I thought that G1C is somewhere I can forget 1D and my troubles, there isnt much difference anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How complicated can things get? On top of this I still have to deal with Mr Goh and family and schoolwork, in which, the English and Math teachers are not here. And friendship complications are starting to get into my nerves. Who do I tell all these problems of mine? Nora's having her exams, and she doesnt come online anymore. Who else is there? WHO?!?!?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who else do I really trust???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate him. He tells her the wrong things. VERY wrong things, that is. I heard him tell her while I was in my room, dead tired from my german class. I got very very very angry. As in, VERY furious indeed. So I stomped out of my room, throwing whatever is on my way, and started shouting, making a point why she believes his lies, not me, and I admit I was crying at the same time. She claimed he wasnt saying that. Liar. I guess she got my point, as she dint scold me or anything. And I can tell you he was petrified of me after this. He took a century to come to dinner, and didnt irritate me, just like what he used to do. He was really scared of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112246664904136869?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112246664904136869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112246664904136869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112246664904136869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112246664904136869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/1d-got-some-kind-of-detention.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112227330012826759</id><published>2005-07-25T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:35:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont feel like posting right now but I just HAVE to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I left school in a okay-ish mood and guess what? I saw this &lt;strong&gt;fucking little evil bitch&lt;/strong&gt; with her bitchtresses sucking up to her. I pretended that I dint see them but that bitch came up to me, with her 'gang'. Ok so Im a one man army. I did well. I cant believe how childish that asshole could me. Piking up a fight in a middle of nowhere-land. Oh God &lt;strong&gt;I hate that bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. That &lt;strong&gt;fucking shitty bloody impish bitchy little asshole&lt;/strong&gt;. Must she destroy my mood I still have german today and I dont want to vent my anger on Ella or Aydan (or worse, my mother) or anyone else. So I left. She moved off first. No one won. I dint care as she wasnt worth a millisecond of my life and I still have my german homework which Im supposed to be doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Im done with that bloody asshole. Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112227330012826759?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112227330012826759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112227330012826759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112227330012826759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112227330012826759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-feel-like-posting-right-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112209631347064487</id><published>2005-07-23T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:28:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go for St John today, but after receiving Joey's call, I went to my primary school's open house instead. Over there I met Sarah at the gate. Gosh! She got into a fit of laughter after seeing Jiaying's new hairdo. We went to watch the show up the hall. I dont want to critisize but the singing sucked. Honestly. After that we all went down to the parade square and played this fish catching thingy. I caught 5! But 2 of them jumped off the plastic spoon and returned to their majorly chaotic tub of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I played badminton against the badminton peeps. Before that Cavin was like saying "Mariz you want tme to bash you up again?" Well, I dint quite get it when he meant to bash me up "again", because there wasnt a before. And YiGuo was like "I wanna play!" and he started calling me shortie (he grew taller than me!) and bucktooth. I was like saying "You're bucktooth-ier than me!" and he was like "I can hear you I cant hear you!" (he had earphones on) and I grabbed his arm and started shaking him ("LISTEN TO ME! I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME!") but his hands we protectiong his precious earphones but one of them eventually dropped off. But when I was shaking him the back of my left hand rubbed against his right shoulder, destroying my almost-dried henna. Damn him. I wished he wore white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the scenario I went back to the smallie court and I was like "Hey the badminton queen is back!" coz I used to be in badminton. Despite me wearing slippers (and I went barefoot), untied hair, blazing sun and muddy jeans, I still won against the cleansy wearing-sports-shoe guy. And I got to choose any prize I want, some grippy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah and I went off to play some games. At 1pm, a very bored Mariz and Sarah went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with my family. During the mass, I felt so guilty for not reading God's words. I promise y'all I'll try to change. After our dinner at Macs, Anthiny, my mum and I shared some coconut pie from KFC. And I bought some wax ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have something to admit. I have a very wierd habit. I can sleep while standing. Yes. STANDING. When Im really really really sleepy (usually on days after my german class), you can see me leaning against the wall, standing and sleeping. I dont go to bed yet coz there are still things to do  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im supporting Greenpeace and MakePovertyHistory.org. You should too. IM YOUR PUNK PRINCESS AND I ORDER YOU TO SUPPORT THEM TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I sound so spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Im so sleepy. Might snooze off standing again =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112209631347064487?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112209631347064487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112209631347064487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112209631347064487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112209631347064487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-supposed-to-go-for-st-john-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112186369303103900</id><published>2005-07-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:51:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Folkdance sucks I tell y'all. We had to do this whatever-the-name-is tango. The steps are too confusing! One time I was going to the left and YiJun was going to the right -_-" But this is just the beginning. Miss Wee said that we all have to change partners and stuff. That sucks. The good thing is that, OMG JUST LOOK AT ISAAC AND SALIHIN!!! LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At german, I was kinda surprised to see just Aydan at the 'meeting place'. Usually Ella's always the first one (and Aydan's always the last one). When Ella finally arrived, the two of them still wont talk. Still pissed off with each other, I guess. Ok guys can y'all just stop this? Kwaiy and Alice are practically trying to dominate me, and now you guys? Im soooo torn apart! Everyone wants me! =P Well anyway Ella dint go to recess with us =( So it was me, Aydan, Kelly and MeiQing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, it was kinda fun. I got Teddy's email and number! LOL! Anyway, we (me, Teddy, Ella, Aydan, Thinesh, Kimberly and Kelly) were all walking but K &amp;amp; K were waaaay ahead and then we saw them waiting for us. How touching. Haha. I slumped behind Kelly and pushed-walked her (dont worry if you dont get what I mean. I dont too). Then she pulled my hair. As an act of evil revenge I pulled the rubber band off her hair. And while I was talking halfway through to Aydan, she suddenly took my rubber band, and guess what, I screamed, again -_-" Well, according to Aydan, it was VERY loud. Later on I took off Kelly's rubber band but she dint care so I put it on Thinesh =P and everyone laughed. And he tooked it off and I put it back on Kelly's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this thing sucks! Teddy doesnt take the same train as me!!! ='( ='( ='( Only Cherrie does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys. I think Im so gonna be killed, that's why Im making a list of things how I want my funeral to be. The reason is because I'd forgotten to bring home my one tone maths book and now I cant do my 23 trillion math questions. Please help make the last moments of my life happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112186369303103900?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112186369303103900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112186369303103900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112186369303103900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112186369303103900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/folkdance-sucks-i-tell-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112176254681187505</id><published>2005-07-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:45:59.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 July 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the usual meeting place of me, Ella and Aydan below the staircase. As I 'glided' to the place, I had expected to see Ella and Aydan sitting down there or just Ella herself. But what the fuck? Gunnar with Aydan?!?!?! OMG dont tell me Gunnar has replaced Ella! Whoops! Over-reacting. Haha. Anyway Aydan told Gunnar something I-dont-know-if-I-can-ever-forgive-him-if-I-get-into-trouble. Ok. Over-reacting again. Its my fault too. I didnt tell him whether or not to tell anyone else or not. Haha. And Ella arrived and her's and Aydan's twice-a-week battle resumed (the battle for yesterday started when I said something in MSN and Aydan just laughed too much).&lt;br /&gt;We went up when the bell rang. And guess what? I was walking to the wrong staircase. I keep forgetting that we arent on the 4th storey anymore. (Ella and I made 'connections' with the Victorian guys again...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, Aydan didnt sit on his usual seat coz he had work to do =P. Ok now what, talk to who? Definitely not Benjamin. Throughout the lesson, I felt pity for Shawn as Benjamin kept bombarding him questions. Well Michael and I have started talking more. Just imagine what a huge nightmare Frau Tan will get if Aydan seats back beside me! (I think Im gonna talk to much again. Making me sit at my current seat is a very bad choice since Im around boys and boys are the best people to crack up with during class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie dint come to class today (as he promised me). Neither did Angela, Charlie nor Kimberly. WHY?!?!?!?! Erm...oops...over-reacting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess Aydan and I ran up to class (we left Ella to play with that rat she found under the drain). Yep. You guessed it. I headed to the wrong staircase again -_-" (lucky Aydan was infront or I wouldnt have realised and embarrassed myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! AYDAN!!!! He pushed Ella and then she fell on Gunnar! OMG that was soooo embarrassing for her...HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Anyway, I walked to Bishan MRT station with Kelly, with Ella and Aydan pissing each other off (those two just never stop). Ok. So I was real fed up with the two of them and said "Look, Im ending this. You two are MAJOR assholes. Major bleeding assholes. Major sore bleeding assholes that is." Ella couldnt help but laugh. Aydan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just found out that Teddy takes the same train as me!!! Wheeeeeee!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 July 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a stand. Yes Im making it now. Because Im so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's happening to you peeps? ANOTHER MISUNDERSTANDING?!?!?! So tell me, how many times have you guys actually misunderstood each other? Huh? Why dont y'all just UNDERSTAND each other? And it's always the same people. Backstabbing is one of the causes. I'll tell y'all what, STOP BACKSTABBING THEN! Stop gossiping! And if other people want to help, they are fucked off. I mean, what the hell? &lt;strong&gt;This is so ANNOYING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Chill out me. Okiez. (everything I feel explained later in the later part of this post =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today half of me was wet when I came to school, as I shared my umbrella with Yvonne . The bus was 20 minutes too late, causing the rain to catch up with us. Class is ALWAYS boring, now that I sit with Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Guan Yeow, Raine and I thought that we're waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay outdated to the cureent news. That's why Guan Yeow and I became 'twins' for a while. But five minutes later I quit being his 'twin number 2' but he started calling me his 'twin number 3' -_-"&lt;br /&gt;You know, I dont really know what's happening in the class (including 1C). It's always the same people. I mean, yes, THE SAME OLD PEOPLE. If it's the same old people misunderstanding each other all this while, they should have learnt a lesson by now! Look at the mistakes you did! Is there any way you can prevent them again? How many more misunderstandings do y;all need to make in order to have peace in the air???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, y'all wanna know why I screamed halfway through HOM class? Well, Isaac opened one of the longans we were asked to observed. It was ROTTEN. It was all blackish and disgusting-ish. Then Isaac wanted to put it in the plastic cup which contained the vinegar and water (which we poured out of the window and now thewindow pane beside me stinks). But the cup was near my face and he held the rottie longan close to my face (I thought he was going to throw it to me!) and I screamed. I didnt mean to! I didnt know it was going to be THAT loud. The funniest part was when Joaquim thought that it was GuanYeow who screamed. ROTFMFAO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with Raine. It's more fun. We dont have to talk about problems like that. Sometimes, I just dont figure out why people like to talk about their problems TOO much. I mean, it's just very depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back! I saw him just now. &lt;strong&gt;He's so happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Im way glad he's alright. The spark in his eyes are back =) As he always say, "POCKET!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara you just stay away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112176254681187505?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112176254681187505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112176254681187505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112176254681187505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112176254681187505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/10-july-2005-i-arrived-at-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112167005674999363</id><published>2005-07-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:02:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now Im waiting to go for my german class. Im listening to Helena by My Chemical Romance. ITS SOOO PUNK!!! Punkier than Teenage Kicks. Anyway, MCR rocks!!! I totally love Faiz for all the songs he's given me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of punk, what do y'all think of the colour, black? Black is now the 'in' thing. I totally feel that it's kinda lost its meaning. It used to represent punks and goths. Now its a fashion statement. Just like tatoos. It used to belong to those underground and jail people. What's happening? Why is everything getting stolen? Anyway, like what Peter had in his MSN nick that everyone's turning punk and it's kinda irritating, I kinda agree with him, if not, TOTALLY. I just hate posers, especially those who try to be punk. That's all. Everyone's entitled to be themselves. Take the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like 'Im not Okay' by My Chemical Romance, "...I dont fucking care..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I think I'll try All American Rejects too...*shrugs*...I've kinda heard their music in TV before. Its nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MR FOO IS A VERY GOOD TEACHER!!! Dont y'all think that almost ALL of peeps questions are answered? And the best thing is, WE CAN EAT IN CLASS!!! Wooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've found out Miss Yong's (Yes. Miss Constance Yong) blog. Only special people know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a goofy goober YEAH! You're a goofy goober YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. It's the goofy goober song in the Spongebob Squarepants Movie. I think it's kinda cute. So is Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to us anyway? Why are we breaking?!?!?! Everything's turning into shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112167005674999363?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112167005674999363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112167005674999363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112167005674999363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112167005674999363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/right-now-im-waiting-to-go-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112159838952433591</id><published>2005-07-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:06:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. After much thinking, I've finally decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Mhitch's birthday. Happy birthday! 22 years old already eh? As old as James and Matt...&lt;br /&gt;Today also happens to be my mum's + dad's anniversary...17 years already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had St John training. And I got to be a commander!!! YAY!!! One time the squad cant do the turning thingy and they kept turning while I watched them suffer (muahahahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh shit! Tomorrow's common test is mother tongue. Boringgg........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im diao-ed. I didnt bring my science textbook home and now I cant do my worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Matt, James and Charlie :  I want things to be like how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112159838952433591?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112159838952433591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112159838952433591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112159838952433591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112159838952433591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok_17.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112142378346734884</id><published>2005-07-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:39:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine fine WanTing...here's a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during PDP period, we all went about decorating the toilets and stuff. Actually I was just standing around, coz there's nothing to do (yay! free hours!), except irritate Mdm Faridah. Raine and I kept going in and out. Once when I went in the girls toilet and saw Joaquim, Nelson and JunChi sitting at the bench. I was like "How come the guys can come to the girls' toilet and we cant go to theirs?" to Raine. Then the guys offered to bring us (me, Raine, WanTing) there and I was like yeah whatever. And they opened the door, let us go in first and then closed the door. My god! It stinks man! It was DAMN plain. There wasnt anything at all. Except that it really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Faridah invited the guys in the girls' toilet to take a look at the achievement we've done. They were like saying "Once in a lifetime experience", "After 13 years of my life..." Hahahahahaha! Well, SOMEONE (just be glad I dint put your name here) was like looking at the rubbish bin for 'that' thing. Sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming was quite nice, because I wasnt really scared of the deep water after I finally learnt how to tread the water properly. First thing, we were asked to swim frog style across and back. Well, I was last because 1. I accidentally kicked Aileen 2. I collided with the bunch of guys (where Weisheng and Shaohan were) 3. water was SERIOUSLY getting into my eyes. So I got out and walked back =P =P I learnt how to roll forward too (I dont know what it is called). At first I would turn and then when Im COMPLETELY upside down I'd stop and then yeah...a disaster. Hahahaha. But I can do it pretty well already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I (finally) got a haircut. Its until past my collar. Quite nice actually. Makes me look more matured O_o  I chopped off my layers. I actually like layers but they make my hair go all spiky and rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum bought some Pastillias (a spanish-based food) from somewhere in Orchard just now. THEY ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112142378346734884?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112142378346734884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112142378346734884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112142378346734884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112142378346734884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/fine-fine-wanting.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112126277912012443</id><published>2005-07-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:55:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Ella and I were just A BIT late for class again. On the screen Frau Tan showed us very funny sentences the others wrote for the diktat. Hahahahaha. Aydan and Shawn both didnt come to class today. So when Frau Tan gives me the papers they always fly away before I take them from her -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess Ella and I stuck to Eddie (Teddy), but he was with the weird Victorian guys (like Benjamin and Geraint) and he was making, as he called, 'connections' so we left him to mess with the guy near the staircase again. But there wasnt anything interesting so we went back to class. On the way there Ella and I tried to make 'connections' with other peeps. There were like 3 guys whom we said hi (jokingly) to (it was pure coincidence that those who walked past us were guys) but they all didnt respond. So we continued to look who to make 'connections' with and in the end the only ones we made 'connections' with were Thinesh and Geraint, whom we met on the way to class XD. Outside class we saw Angela and Inggrid doing something...VERY FUNNY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Dont know how to describe. But we all got scolded by Frau Tan for laughing too loud ( we were in the corridor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and lesson went on. It was pretty quiet for me (who do you want me to talk to?!?! Micheal? ) but Benjamin kept asking me what the questions are. My gosh. Frau Tan has already explained them. Often he disturbed me while Im thinking hard how to translate the stuff. The worst thing he has to do is to look behind and stare at me and I'll be like "WHat?" then he'll turn back. Mind you, his face is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the MRT station with Inggrid, Ella and some of the Victorian guys (YiWen, Benjamin, Thinesh and Im not sure if there are more). It was REALLY fun! We were joking about how Frau Tan calls us : "Eeedan" (Aydan), "Inggridt" (Inggrid), "Angaylah" (Angela), "Etlouise" (Ella/Elouise), "Maritz" (Me), "Benyamin" (Benjamin). Hahahahaha! It was really funny! When we were reaching the MRT station Charlie (Yiwen) was like saying "Charlie's Angels" and Ella and I started laughing. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen Charles. No surpirse though. He said he skips his german class (he's in sec 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have swimming lessons. Goodness me. It sucks! BIG TIME! I dont find any brightside over there. So where is my brightside in 1D? Will I ever find it? Will there be a brightside for me in 1D?!?!?! Oh God! Please make 1D a better class for me, or else I'll start yearning for my ABSOLUTELY FUN german classes. Or maybe, I need someone like Sarah or Ella in the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braces suck! braces suck! braces suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112126277912012443?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112126277912012443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112126277912012443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112126277912012443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112126277912012443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112108493914209039</id><published>2005-07-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:28:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peeps. I need all your opinions. Am I REALLY slacking? I dont know. I dont seem to care anymore. And I dont want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel so extra. Especially swimming lessons. And I hate the class coz I dont really have a REAL TRUE bestfriend (yeah...now you know why I like german class) (Alice is a bestfriend by the way). Mother tongue. I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT! I dont think you chinese peeps would understand. Never mind. I dont want to care about a single shit anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German class. Ok Ella and I decided to be late again. But Aydan was later! Okiez so when we entered the class I had no idea where to sit (Im a refugee! I ALWAYS change my seat!). Then Frau Tan made me change place with Michael and I thought that I was D-O-O-M-E-D. I thought that I was going to sit with Geraint  :O :O :O . Then Frau Tan made Michael change place with Geraint so Michael was like "hi" to me. (*phew* but not out of danger yet). Then Frau Tan changed Shawn's and Aydan's seats. So practically I was sitting between Aydan and Michael. THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!! FRAU TAN PROMISED ME THAT SHE'D BRING A GIRL TO SEAT NEAR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (yeah and Ella was looking at Frau Tan with some desperate look =P ). NOT FAIR!!!! She said that I still 2 gals infront. But its very unfair. Im sitting with a awhole row of  WIERD boys, mostly from Victoria School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok I dont really mind my seat. I dont care, AS LONG AS I DONT SEAT WITH GERAINT OR BENJAMIN!!!!! *phew*  Well, Geraint's kinda 'isolated' at the moment =P and it's the first time I've seen him really quiet (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!). Frau Tan said that its a very bad idea to make me and Aydan seat together, since we always talk. Well, tell ya what...It NEVER works. Whoever Im made to seat with (girl, boy, alien, gays, animals, ET, George Bush,  etc, etc), I'll still talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Right now we're leaning about personnalpronomen and stuff right? Im SO damn bad at it! Shiet! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha. Just now when we all got out of the class for recess, I asked Eddie (Teddy) what school he went to. Then I said "Zone 10 right?" and he was like "ya". MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GOTCHA!!!! TEDDY JOINED ST JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he was like no! And I asked why he knows that his school's st john is zone 10 and he said that he's smart -_-"  Just admit it Teddy. You joined St John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess Time: Aydan Ella and I decided to mess with that guy beside the staircase. Last week I threw a leaf at him from on top. I dont know what happened after that since we all ran away. Today I poured A BIT of Aydan's pepsi BESIDE him. No harm done right? And then Ella and I saw this Indian woman staring up at us. Hahaha. And we were late for class again...but we didnt do it on purpose! We really didnt hear the bell! HONESTLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. This is a really long post. Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words dont hurt me but stones do"&lt;br /&gt;-my very true best friend Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112108493914209039?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112108493914209039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112108493914209039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112108493914209039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112108493914209039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112091411441498833</id><published>2005-07-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:09:51.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Melted chocolate! Would anyone spare me some??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It really is good you know. You should try it. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Today I went to Lot1 to do my english thingy with WanTing, Aileen, GunDa and GuanYeow. Well GuanYeow was pretty late. We were practically complaining making us wait for him, because he is very NOT aVIP (an example of a VIP is Wanting...an example of a VVVVVVVVVVV x 999999999999999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999.... IP is&lt;br /&gt;me...got your facts right?). Well it was kinda boring. Nothing special. Really. Except that I had 8 missed calls, all from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im missing my Sims :'( I lent my Sims and the Sims Superstar to Kwaiga and my Sims 2 to WanTing. Aaaarrrgggghhhh! Never mind... No more early mornings I guess (I 'try' to wake up earlier than my brothers so that I can play The Sims 2 in their computer...It doesnt work on mine...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely HATE my braces. People ALWAYS ask me if it hurts or how much it is. Of course it hurts DUH! And just recently I was asked the worst question someone had ever asked me about my braces. He asked me how I kiss someone and does it hurt since I have braces. well for your information, ISAAC ZU, I havent tried it YET! Why dont you ask someone older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melted chocolate anyone? It rocks! (But it can get pretty messy though... =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112091411441498833?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112091411441498833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112091411441498833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112091411441498833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112091411441498833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-melted-chocolate-would-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112082101748115296</id><published>2005-07-08T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:10:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Melted toblerone has never tasted so &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112082101748115296?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112082101748115296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112082101748115296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112082101748115296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112082101748115296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmmmmmmmmmmm-melted-toblerone-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112057302215428422</id><published>2005-07-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:17:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okiez I changed my layout. Nice eh? I've decided to take leave from my punk side for a while =P =P =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to sleep yet. I took a nap, which was not supposed to be longer than 1 hour, but because I was REALLY tired, it lasted for 2 1/2 hours -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets talk about something. I think that my attitude sucks alot now. Because nowadays I slack ALOT. I dont listen to the teacher (especially in D &amp; T ) and I always do my homework the last minute. God! What is happening to me?!?! Im completely slacking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I just realized that we have AMC training tomorrow but I have german as well. Oh and speaking of german, FRAU TAN HASNT MOVED ELLA BACK TO HER OLD SEAT!!! Hahaha. But Inggrid's sitting beside me now. Frau Tan keeps saying next test, next test, next test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez got nothing to talk about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112057302215428422?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112057302215428422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112057302215428422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112057302215428422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112057302215428422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/okiez-i-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112048062214468117</id><published>2005-07-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:37:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets face it. Im 14. Im no longer 13. Teenage life is pretty complicated. Major mood swings , relationships, friends and family seemed to be magnified 10 times bigger. 13 is still a pretty young age.  Some 13 year old peeps still tend to think that their parents are very unfair and stuff like that. Oh please people! They mean well. Why dont you be in their shoes? You dont get everything what you want. Because if you do, what would be the purpose of life? It would be more boring than now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life sucks eh? Why? Because you got rejected? Because you didnt do well on your exams? Well this may seem a little harsh but...GET OVER IT!!! Life is not over YET!!! There are still many things in life! There are still other people who care about you, like your grandparents amd friends. If you chose to end your life, fine...go ahead. You wont have the chance to improve yourself or realize your mistakes and try again. Ending your life is just as good as naming yourself a total loser, as you wont even dare to face reality or to keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheez. Enough talking now. Well...why isnt anyone talking in the fucking tag board?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112048062214468117?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112048062214468117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112048062214468117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112048062214468117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112048062214468117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-face-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112044867560386086</id><published>2005-07-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:44:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okiez Im gonna post about stuff from friday until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 1 July&lt;br /&gt;I forgot it was my birthday. Woke up early because it's St John Day and I got scolded first thing in the morning. Blah blah blah. Lots of peeps said "happy birthday" to me. First was Sze Him. Vincent claimed that he was going to kill me by telling Ms Tan that it's my birthday that day. For his info, a birthday song isnt gonna kill me. I aint the faint hearted one. But he fogot to tell her =P  The day wasnt so great. It was like a normal day. Some peeps sange the "happy birthday to you. You were born in the zoo." I think it's incredibly stupid and irritating, even thought they didnt mean to. I just hate the song. Everyone's singing them. Cant they just get some originality??? At home I chatted to Ella and Aydan. Ella had "happy birthday mariz!" on her nick and Aydan had the same thing in the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 2 July&lt;br /&gt;Peeps still greeted me. Went to St John HQ. Our stall was GREAT!!! The best leh!!! Everything sold out. We had the most peeps buying. And guess who I saw? TEDDY!!!!!!!!! He was at our stall and I was like "hey teddy!" He said he didnt join St John. My foot ah! He was wearing St John half u. He said it's souvenier -_-"  After that went to take neoprint with Laura and Simin at bugis. Chatted with Ella, Aydan and Arthur until 12am+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 3 July&lt;br /&gt;Peeps still greeted me  -_-". Went out. I was supposed to buy something but I didnt know what to buy so in the end didnt buy anything. Ate at pizza hut. Bill : $71+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 4 July&lt;br /&gt;Made a quiz today out of boredom. Damn difficult to make up questions. Aydan got the highest. Dont know why too. I havent do my homework yet. Later then I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112044867560386086?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112044867560386086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112044867560386086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112044867560386086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112044867560386086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/okiez-im-gonna-post-about-stuff-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-112022212539970150</id><published>2005-07-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:56:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wont be posting as often as I used to coz there isnt much talking in the taggy and not many peeps are posting often too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. Here are what I think of some peeps from 6B, 1D &amp;amp; G1C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Chen has a turkey brain despite going to RI&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; irritating&lt;br /&gt;YiGuo is bucktooth&lt;br /&gt;Sen Yau has a big head&lt;br /&gt;Fabian runs very funny and is a turtle head&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is very disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is always happy&lt;br /&gt;Shana sometimes talks very softly and fast (no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;Chingman is funny&lt;br /&gt;JiaJin uses chim words&lt;br /&gt;Zahrul was made to rub the whiteboard on his VERY first day of school because he is VERY tall&lt;br /&gt;JiaYing is very girlish (no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is very quiet&lt;br /&gt;Alice is very sporty and cute&lt;br /&gt;WanTing wants to win (but too bad never win....&lt;strong&gt;muahahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;KwaiGa is easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;Raine is very talkative outside class&lt;br /&gt;Weisheng is very short but he uses his hair to look taller. He loves his hair too&lt;br /&gt;YiJun is very religious&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim is a joker&lt;br /&gt;ShaoHan is a choir boy (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Isaac has a maniac-y laugh&lt;br /&gt;GuanYeow is the most irritating person I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;Brandon is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G1C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is mentally retarted&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin is &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt; mentally retarted. He is also an old guy and has very bad posture&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid isnt tall. She is &lt;strong&gt;TOWERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aydan likes to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Angela has a very funny laugh (not to mention, it is very contagious to me)&lt;br /&gt;Geraint is &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar seems blur (no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;Teddy is a good boy&lt;br /&gt;Yiwen is VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; funny&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is very easy to get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps ya happy? I was just thinking shallowily what I think of others and here they are. Gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-112022212539970150?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/112022212539970150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=112022212539970150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112022212539970150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/112022212539970150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wont-be-posting-as-often-as-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111996674184643156</id><published>2005-06-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:03:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. I think Im dead. I cant find my english file. I wanted to file my stuff today so that if any teacher gives us homework then there's no worries. I cant imagine what Mdm Fazlin will do to me. But tomorrow I have german and I'll be like so damn tired after that. German still have to read the Texte. But I dint. Aiyah I read on the train lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My brothers and I have moved back to my parents' room. MY FRIGGIN AIR CON IS MESSING UP AGAIN!!!!!!! Ahh...no more late night TVs again... Must wait for my dad to come back then he call the peeps to repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot it. Was talking to Aydan's friend (another one...) Ian. DAMN sick leh he! 12 years old ONLY! Now he's gone off *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got a prezzie from Alice. Funny leh. Cant wait until friday then give. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday gotta reach school before 6.30am...coz I have to wear my st john full u and practice footdrill. My mother said she wanna bring me there coz its 6.30AM ok? Who comes to school THAT early? What's more, it'll be still dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. I thought I'd gained weight coz I havent been exercising during the holidays. But I just found out Im 44kg. Wierd. Last year I was 48kg. Starting of the year I was 45kg. What the hell is happening to me? I also never exercise why am I losing weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing to write already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111996674184643156?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111996674184643156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111996674184643156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111996674184643156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111996674184643156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111987727152978168</id><published>2005-06-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:01:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! Finally decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was fine. It was both boring and fun. The fun part was after Ms Ng and Mdm Faridah changed our seats. Isaac and I kept arguing. Wheeeeee! I love my new place! Coz its so damn noisy!!! Okiez. Right I sitting near the window with Isaac on my right and Maryanne on his right. Bad news. Guan Yeow is infront of me.  But WanTing is infront so yeah. Dude. I cant believe it. Im sitting with Isaac Zu!!!!! Aaarrrgggghhhh!!! The most intolerable guy in the universe! He think he's so damn smart and he's very selfish! Just now during the group work in english Valerie was just opening the book and he was like "DONT BREAK THE SPINE!" Dude. I'll tell ya who'll break HIS spine. Haha. And its very irritating to have Guan Yeow and Isaac near each other. And Guan Yeow is just as irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. Enough of Kranji. Lets all focus our minds in my german class. My brother, who was on a look out on me coz Im grounded from my phone, is so DAMN FRIGGIN irritating. Dude I just turned on my phone and his eyes were like popping out of the sockets already! It was really scary ya know?! When I got there I was with Ella and we were sitting on the floor and everyone (who were going home or going to their classes) were like looking at us. We made jokes on how we could be popular this way. Finally there was really little people around and there was this woman from the general office hanging around so we decided to go to our class. I said that if we got into trouble, we'd just say that we were waiting for Aydan (who, by the way, was REALLY late for class). But we didnt. Angela just asked me why we were sitting over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess time. Ella and I were in the canteen and we decided to be late again. So we were like sitting around. We could see Thinesh, Teddy and Benjamin eating noodles so we decided that we'd go once they went. Then Ella said what if  they were waiting us to go and we were waiting for them to go. So we decided to go. And guess what? She's right. Once we stood up the guys stood up too. But we got to class first. When we entered the class, Frau Tan were like looking at us. My mind was like "If we get into trouble, the guys would too". Haha. And it was sure fun to be late. We're thinking of trying it again on Wednesday and Monday and Wednesday and Monday and Wednesday and Monday and Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111987727152978168?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111987727152978168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111987727152978168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111987727152978168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111987727152978168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-yall-finally-decided-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111962506726153120</id><published>2005-06-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:57:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sheez. Im posting again. BECAUSE IM SO &lt;strong&gt;DARNED&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY!!!! 'His' friend talked to me on friendster and said that 'he' likes me alot. So yeah I asked 'him'. And its true!!!! YIPEEEEE!!!!!!! Even though I knew that he likes me, I didnt know that he did ALOT. I was like "damn it ______...i like u alot too". Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally something to make me smile permanently. Hahas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Today is Kwaiy's bday. Heck I actually forgot it was =P.Anyway...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol...WanTing has turned 13 quite a long time ago. So how is it gurl? Getting teenage kicks? Haha. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peepz...dont forget! Its my birthday next week. I dont seem to be so happy. Because I dont seem to want to grow up. I want my childhood. Oh whatever. I'll get over this soon. I promise. Only if y'all promise me lotsa presents. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111962506726153120?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111962506726153120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111962506726153120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111962506726153120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111962506726153120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/sheez.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111961885039917681</id><published>2005-06-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:14:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh gosh. I went for ITtoday. Went together with Kwaiy. And then when we got there, there wasnt anything for me to do, except the executive report. After that Alice and I sat in a corner and talked blah blah blah...haha. Damn it. The aircon is MURDEROUS!!! Its so damn cold dude!!! Running around the com lab didnt work. So had to cope with my jacket (which has, by the way, turned cold). So yeah. Literally I did nothing but talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool. I've got nothing to talk about now. Cya later peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111961885039917681?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111961885039917681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111961885039917681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111961885039917681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111961885039917681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-gosh_24.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111954035593999867</id><published>2005-06-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:25:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey y'all! Im back...hmmm...tomorrow got IT training. THANK GOODNESS!!! I've not touched the ground since monday! So means I've been up in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, I've done my compo and 3 more questions for my math. Erm. GUYS WHAT'S WITH THE COMPRE?!?!?! OMG!!! I couldnt do it! I saw the first question then piang! This is horrible! I mean, I used to be able to do every compre (AT LEAST THE FIRST QN!!!) but then what the hell is up with this? Was it written in english in the first place? Or was it some other language. Heck I couldnt hold on to the story for so long because the words are so CHIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hell yeah. There's something wrong with my english today. Its TOO good today. I wonder why. Maybe I got influenced by Aydan's  friend, Arthur, who was talking in chim english in his blog too. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bummer. My mum's telling me to go to sleep. Nothing will make me... PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez gotta go already. Nothing to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111954035593999867?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111954035593999867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111954035593999867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111954035593999867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111954035593999867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-yall-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111945405278193761</id><published>2005-06-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:27:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok. Im bad. I said I wouldnt lie. But I did. My mother came up to me and tell me who's online. So yeah I read (truthfuly!) who's online. Then I came to Ella's friend, Nahum. And to make it worse, his nick was "love u always". And I didnt have any choice but to say that Nahum is a girl because I dont even know him! And anyway, I thought he was a girl...ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And if I told the truth, DAMN. Because she's kept quiet already. She doesnt say his name anymore. She doesnt remind me to keep away from boys anymore. And our mother-daughter bond is starting to build up again. And guess what? She gave me a choice whether to tell my dad or not! (but Im not sure if she did). I think Im starting to get over it. Anyway, in the day, my mother and brothers will all be on the look out whether Im typing or not. At night (like now), they dont really care. (well I hope so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, I've broken the rule. I chatted to him. But he NEEDS to know why. And I just told him what we cant do anymore (which is like, EVERYTHING) and after that I didnt talk to him anymore. I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez gotta go now. I havent written in my diary what has happened to me these days. And I better write them now before I miss out the lil most details.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111945405278193761?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111945405278193761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111945405278193761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111945405278193761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111945405278193761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111943014404794959</id><published>2005-06-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:49:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh gosh..this is so damn complicated. NO ONE in my family trusts me now. Everytime I type something they say "Who are you chatting with?"," OH! You're chatting!". FOR GOODNESS SAKE IM JUST CHANGING MY NICK!!! What the hell is wrong with that?!?!?! Now its so damn difficult to talk to ANYONE!!! Damn it! Shoot. I can type now coz no ones in the room. But I've signed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And my mother tells my brother to check on me. WHEN I SAY IM NOT CHATTING MEANS IM NOT CHATTING, YOU FUCKER. Get that?!?!?! I dont fucking lie. I dont care if I will get into troube. I WONT LIE. TRUST ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh shit! gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111943014404794959?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111943014404794959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111943014404794959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111943014404794959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111943014404794959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111934835235431805</id><published>2005-06-21T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:11:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a chain letter from friendster....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JULY:&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun to be with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. Secretive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difficult to fathom and to be understood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takes pride in oneself&lt;/strong&gt;. Has reputation&lt;/span&gt;. Easily consoled. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Concerned about people's feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tactful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friendly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approachable&lt;/strong&gt;.Emotional temperamental and &lt;strong&gt;unpredictable. Moody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easily hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Witty and sparkly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not revengeful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guides others physically and mentally&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;forms impressions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;carefully. Caring and loving. &lt;strong&gt;Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy&lt;/strong&gt;. Wary and sharp.Judges &lt;strong&gt;people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone.&lt;/strong&gt; Always broods about the past and the old friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Likes to be quiet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Homely person. Waits for friends.Never looks forfriends. &lt;strong&gt;Not aggressive unless provoked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Prone to having stomach and dieting ! problems. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves to be loved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easily hurt&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez people. Those that are blue are VERY true. Those in red are VERY wrong. The normal ones are neutral. The bold ones are those I agree alot. Hahas. Bored. OMG I LAUGHED!!! I think Im kinda okay now...expect for some part of me. I think I'll be able to get over everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111934835235431805?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111934835235431805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111934835235431805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111934835235431805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111934835235431805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-chain-letter-from-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111933581566450580</id><published>2005-06-21T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:01:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cant take it anymore. I hate it. My mother is ignoring me. My brothers are not talking to me. My dad will be mad at me. My grandparents will be disappointed with me. My cousins will be shocked of what I did. My friends...i dont want to talk to them. I dont want to talk to anyone anymore. Im hating my life right now. Suddenly after a great life it all collapsed. Im still sad. I walk around the house today, looking down. I can no longer hold my head up high again today, like how I used to. I can no longer make jokes today. I can no longer smile today. I no longer feel like doing anything today. Im no longer me today. I cant think properly today. I dont have a life for today anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blank. All I can think now is how I can survive all this. I've been restricted from almost half (maybe more) my friends. I dont know if I still want to stand up. Do you think I should? If I do, my relationship with my family will fall. And I dont know if I can still stand up. But I dont know how I would feel if I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that I was in the wrong. I wont do it again. But give me a chance will ya? I've learnt my lesson. I want to forget all about it. But you wont let me let go. You want the message to be in my mind. I've already got your message. I will remember it. But please, give me a chance. Forgive me. Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get over it soon. But still, yesterday was one of the greatest days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is to whiper "thanks..." to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111933581566450580?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111933581566450580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111933581566450580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111933581566450580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111933581566450580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111932765309153965</id><published>2005-06-21T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:20:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn it! Tell me what's wrong with giving a guy a pressent! Damn. Im so damn dead now. I knew this from the start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I woke up, my mum entered the room. She just walked past me, giving me an angry look. I was like "uh oh...this doesnt look good" so I slept again until 11.30 then finally got up at around 12 and BOOM! My mum started shouting at me. She said I cant be friends with him ANYMORE! And I cant sms him, chat with him, TALK to him. Just not to be friends with him anymore. Damn it! She said that if my father finds out then he'd be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn angry. That's why she's telling me all this. DAMN IT! She said I cant be good friends with boys anymore. To avoid all this, Im saying all yes to her (HELP!). And my brothers too cant be good friends with girls anymore. Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111932765309153965?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111932765309153965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111932765309153965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111932765309153965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111932765309153965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-it-tell-me-whats-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111927391567980899</id><published>2005-06-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:25:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahas. Today damn nice sia! Okiez waited at woodlands mrt by myself for my friend. Then met up with Weisheng, Wanting and Kwaiy at Swensens. At first my friend and I we like standing outside and then I was calling Weisheng then I saw him (it was most likely he was kneeling on the seat), waiving his arms like the people on the aeroplane runway. At first couldnt see him until I saw movements. Hahahahahahahahaha. And then ate in there (damn fun!) and then want to ask for the bills we asked Weisheng to raise up his hand but too bad hes too short liao. Then instead my friend asked for them. Guess how much? $50.15. And who ordered the most ex one? WEISHENG! Ordered what sambal grilled fish (i think it was salmon...). And I think he still had cappucino to go with it. Sia lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then went up to the arcade. Hahaha. Lotsa stuff happened. It was DAMN fun. After that went to the library (actually I dunno why they wanted to go there for).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha. I LOVE TODAY! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and this isnt the complete story of what had happened today to me (hahas...). The full story will be in my diary, in which is not available for the public eyes. Hahahahahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maruz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111927391567980899?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111927391567980899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111927391567980899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111927391567980899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111927391567980899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111923383453172391</id><published>2005-06-20T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:17:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm....posting today. Because Im not in such a good mood and Im trying to improve it before I go out with my friends. If I dont and they irritate me then diao! Anyway its not worth it to be in a BAD mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez to make myself happy... Yeah the freak tagged again, this time saying Alice rocks and that she said that Kwaiy sucks. Well I tell you who REALLY rocks and sucks. 1D ROCKS to da core!!!!!!! And you, you friggin sucker, SUCKS. Get it? It's all called simple definition who rocks and who doesnt (dont worry...even I dont get what Im saying). Obviously that person's life SUCKS so much that he/she/it hates it and then tries to get another life that is better than his/her/its own. In this case, out of the 6.6 billion people (hope I got it right), it has to be me. Hey you! Get your own life dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I HAVE a life and it doesnt give a single piece of shit with all this crap. So literally I aint so bothered with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool! I feel better now. (yeah I know i used him/her/it to make myself happy...hahahahaha). Lol. Gotta go now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111923383453172391?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111923383453172391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111923383453172391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111923383453172391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111923383453172391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm_20.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111919390714721594</id><published>2005-06-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:11:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WANTING IS MAD&lt;br /&gt;WANTING IS MAD&lt;br /&gt;WANTING IS MAD&lt;br /&gt;WANTING IS MAD&lt;br /&gt;WANTING IS MAD WANTING IS MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS...SORRY HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS COZ TALKIN TO HER ALSO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I POST FIRST ONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIZ XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111919390714721594?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111919390714721594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111919390714721594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111919390714721594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111919390714721594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/wanting-is-mad-wanting-is-mad-wanting.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111907436090548465</id><published>2005-06-18T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:59:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friggin poser USED my name and DISSED Alice in Weisheng's tag. And when I came online today the others were like "are you mad?" and I was like "what?" and yeah they told me about the fucking incident. Damn it! And yeah I said something in his tag board and they we're like "wow". I think I've said it before (and it's on my friendster profile). DONT YA DARE MESS WITH ME. Coz if you do, you'll get back something worse, in this case, dissing my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some damn coward. Dont even have the courage to write his/her/its name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111907436090548465?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111907436090548465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111907436090548465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111907436090548465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111907436090548465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/great.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111902160168843100</id><published>2005-06-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:20:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit lah. So bored. So blur summore. Dunno why today Im like so damn blur. I was talking to Aydan, Kwaiy and Inggrid in a group convo and I kept getting lost. Now is worse. Im still talking to Aydan and his friend Arthur. Im so damn quiet in the convo. Coz I DUNNO WHY I CANT THINK!!! My mind was damn good just now then I did my maths hw then dunno why Im like a veggie right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. These nights I just cant sleep. And I know why...because of......................................my darned aircon! It's so damn noisy! It goes TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR........last night really cant sleep. the last time I looked at my clock it was around 2am. FREAK OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning my brother had to go to school so at 7am in the morning he was in the bathroom (it was in the bedroom) and the worst thing he had to do was to cough in there! Because when he coughs in there it echoes and echoes and echoes and echoes...even Ella in Aussie could hear it! No! Wait! My aunt just called to say she heard a familiar cough. Boy is she soooo right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez gotta go now. Wish me luck...hope I can sleep tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111902160168843100?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111902160168843100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111902160168843100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111902160168843100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111902160168843100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/shit-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111893417314940554</id><published>2005-06-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:02:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm....this few days damn irritatable sia. By&lt;br /&gt;1. My brothers&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers...er...obviously you all know why right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends...its because...hmmm...the bday thingy...damn difficult to organise coz I dunno if the ShengWei and Nelson comming and the only person who knows is Kwaiy but she's not online all the time and to think she doesnt even know the date!!! So damn frustrated doing this shit. To Kwaiy: I wanna go to causeway point with u...meet ya at the pavallion on monday...we're gonna meet up at 1pm at woodlands (THE GUYS GET THE TIME AND DATE!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I always promise myself when I wake up in the morning to do my hw. But I keep disappointing myself. Thanks to my Zoo Tycoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kwaiy, what shit are ya talking about in your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111893417314940554?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111893417314940554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111893417314940554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111893417314940554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111893417314940554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm_16.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111884830734864796</id><published>2005-06-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:11:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today went shopping. So damn tired leh. Went to takashimaya to buy prezzies. On the way there I fell down the stairs in the underground pass from Lucky Plaza to Takashimaya. DAMN!!! Coz my mother was irritating me REAL BADLY and I was DAMN irritated and not looking at my steps then I fell down. SHIT! DAMN PAIN LEH!!! My mother still dare to laugh at me! FUCK YOU LAH!!! Some mother I have... I felt like throwing the bloody tissue paper at her face sia. SHIT! My wound open again. Third time hit already leh! Until now havent disappear but then gotta wait a long time again... And when I told WanTing I fell down again she still dare to say "MUAHAHAHAHAHA". Shit lah. Lucky we dont have golf clubs around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we got there I started looking for Alice's prezzie. Then saw one for Kwaiy shortly after. Then I was like wondering what to buy for the third person. So was like walking around (my left leg was shaking real badly and it felt like it's gonna give up) and around and aroun and around and I saw my mother looking at somethings and TADA!!! I found the perfectado prezzie!!! For someone special. Hahahaha. Most ex one. And wanna pay for the prezzies I saw Erica (sp?), my classmate from german class, queing up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we went to Seiyu. I bought footwear. Coz my foot was like damn pain and I was wearing sandals and it was damn painful and uncomfortable! OUCH! My little toe was red already! Hahahaha. Then went to OG in Bugis and I bought white nail polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You must be wondering why we went to so much places ( Lucky Plaza to Takashimaya to Centre Point to Seiyu Bugis to OG Bugis). It's because my brothers were looking for some friggin ZOID robots ( except for the Lucky Plaza one...we sent money to our grandparents). And guess what? THEY NEVER FOUND IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the end of the day, I bought 3 prezzies, a black shirt, white nail polish and footwear. And in total we bought lotsa stuff. Things are so great when my father's salary comes...lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I HATE MY WOUND!!! It was so damn painful when I was trying to get the plaster off AND IT WAS STUCK and i was basically crying coz its really painful leh! Damn bloody also. Bloodier than the previous one. Just when I thought things are alright the worse things come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111884830734864796?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111884830734864796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111884830734864796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111884830734864796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111884830734864796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-went-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111880772481776483</id><published>2005-06-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:55:24.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OFFICIALLY MADAGANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% guarantee your life will be fun forever.&lt;br /&gt;100% guarantee your friends will be pissed off forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: Here are some reviews of some members of MADagang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's amazing! I set my own record of 10h detention! Thanks!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would never regret joining MADagang. It has given me the priveledge to experience what it is like in a mental hospital. Many thanks my friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: So what are you waiting for? Join MADagang NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screen goes blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JOHNY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*camera focuses on a toddler holding an electric wire and plug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps! Join MADagang! (best nominees are Inggrid, Young Yuri Gagarin and CXZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111880772481776483?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111880772481776483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111880772481776483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111880772481776483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111880772481776483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/officially-madagang-100-guarantee-your.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111873958234461351</id><published>2005-06-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:59:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWS FLASH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP NEEDED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps c'mon and help!!! I need to find the &lt;strong&gt;showtimes&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Madagascar&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Lot1&lt;/strong&gt; (Shaw theatre) and &lt;strong&gt;Westmall&lt;/strong&gt; (Eng Wah Cinema) on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;. PLEASE HELP ESPECIALLY FOR THE LOT1. The reward will be...er...dunno what's the reward but I NEED HELP RIGHT NOW (for Weisheng your reward will be a McFlurry)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111873958234461351?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111873958234461351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111873958234461351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111873958234461351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111873958234461351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/news-flash-help-needed-peeps-cmon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111867047459694056</id><published>2005-06-13T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:47:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So boring sia. Nothing to talk about too. Got nothing to play. I downloaded GunBound but Wanting said it sucks. But I saw my brother playing and it looked like the old one. The sound also the same. Anyway, I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wanting. She asked me to join wad M.A.D-gang. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring leh...cant play The Sims 2 coz it wont work on my com (i dont have this 3d acceleration thingy...my dad promised to get my com upgraded early in the year but then too busy since came back from philippines so no time to go and upgrade and off he went to Nigeria again). Only my brother's com can but they play 24/7 how to squeeze in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111867047459694056?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111867047459694056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111867047459694056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111867047459694056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111867047459694056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-boring-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111863649459618430</id><published>2005-06-13T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:21:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh why my father's salary so slow? Then cannot go Lot1 and buy nail polish and pressies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of nail polish my nails are painted dark hot pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway enough of crap. Last night I was talking to Faiz and he was so damn friggin irritating! He said he was in a site (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rotten.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;www.rotten.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) with dead bodies. I told him Im scared of corpses and guess what he did. He changed his display pic into what showed a man's bloody head, WITHOUT THE BODY!!!! I was like "GET IT OFF OR I WONT TALK TO U". Because if he doesnt, I wont look at the convo at all. And he did. *phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;June holidays so boring sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111863649459618430?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111863649459618430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111863649459618430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111863649459618430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111863649459618430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/eh-why-my-fathers-salary-so-slow-then.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111858154047713943</id><published>2005-06-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:05:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm...today had the sone inspection thingy. Alot of people faint leh. Lucky I didnt. Simin and I were real worried for Laura coz she didnt eat lunch. Sia lah. Then go and barbeque us. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, YIPEE!!!!!!! No more school until 24 June!!! Then can paint my nails already! Hahaha. Gonna paint it bright pinkish redish and draw silver stars later on. Actually I wanna paint orangey colour but right now dont have so might as well paint red first until I go to Lot1 and buy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHHH!!! Listening to All About You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danny: And I will answer all your wishes if you ask me to. But if you deny me one of your kisses dont know what I'd do. So hold me close and say three words like you used to do. Dancing on the kitchen tiles its all about you. Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you all still remember about the post when I said Im sooo in love with someone, it's Danny. He's funny, he's hot, he's got a GREAT 'do and he's a guitar god. *swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FACT: I liked James for more than 1 year. Because...Haha..I didnt like anyone so I started to like James. But I still kinda like him but I like Danny better now. Blame it on their appearance. They look soooo the same! HAhahahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So LAH MEH right? WanTing dont think your post is not LAH MEH too. Yeah my previous poost is lame too. But at least its not as lame as Nelson Loy's (or Nicole Tan or Nelson Tan or Birdshit)  last post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111858154047713943?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111858154047713943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111858154047713943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111858154047713943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111858154047713943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111854224066766295</id><published>2005-06-12T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:10:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one posting so I also dont post&lt;br /&gt;(Muahahahahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111854224066766295?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111854224066766295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111854224066766295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111854224066766295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111854224066766295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-one-posting-so-i-also-dont-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111848790657692131</id><published>2005-06-11T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T19:05:06.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've heard this over and over again "you've changed", "she's changed"&lt;br /&gt;H-E-L-L-O? Of course everyone will change! Why the fucking hell would you want your friends to remain the same forever and they're gonna act like babies forever? Friends, if you are friends, you should let your friends change at least once in a while. Dont be too clingy!If they never changed from the day they were born then they'd still be crawling around the floor and crying for food. If your friend has changed whether in a good or in a bad way, learn to accept it. But if it's gone out of control its time YOU step in. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheez. Okiez. I remember what I wanna say already. I HAVE AN ULCER!!! It's like they come every month and whenever they do they come in twos! I hate braces! I cant wait till November then I can take them out and I'll be going on a holiday!!! Woohooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111848790657692131?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111848790657692131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111848790657692131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111848790657692131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111848790657692131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-heard-this-over-and-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111847196722759689</id><published>2005-06-11T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:39:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've found a nice music for my bloggie here. Maybe Britney's "Everytime". Because I was looking at my blog and I was listening to music and it suddenly started playing and it sounded quite nice but it creates a sad mood to my bloggie. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring. Tomorrow got St John sone 10 inspection. Finally gonna wear my full u!!! Yay!!! But still have to wear the yellow shirt when we go to CCK mrt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it! I wanna write something but I forgot! Right now talking to my epal from Philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant take it anymore. Im gonna die of boredom!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111847196722759689?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111847196722759689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111847196722759689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111847196722759689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111847196722759689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-ive-found-nice-music-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111839400877364706</id><published>2005-06-10T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:00:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*yawns* So bored. Waiting for someone's testi. Haha. So long. Coz dunno what to write. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, where in the fucking hell did that crazy turkey brained Chen Chen? He suddenly went off while (i think) a few people and I were downloading the vid of our dance in last year's prize giving day. Some people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im so damn bored. Oh yeah. Someone sucks. BIG TIME. You might wonder who the fucking hell is she. But only my bestie and I know. But which bestie? Got alot of besties leh. Too bad lah. It;s your prob. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *chokes* muahahaha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol. Anyway do u all think I should put music in my bloggie? Im not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111839400877364706?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111839400877364706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111839400877364706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111839400877364706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111839400877364706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/yawns-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111831962614572255</id><published>2005-06-09T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:20:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To kwaiy : No, she wont take my phone but I cant turn it on (in other words, I cant use it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To wanting : THANK U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To shengwei : yes, im rite. But if i say that you're REALLY short then Im right again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez. Finally the photography course is over! After yesterday, so tired. The day wasnt that bad, except that I was damn tired. That Vincent kept nominating me as the model for the portrait photo. But then in the end he became the model! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And he and William cant guess my race! Hahahahaha!!!Shaiful was even worse. We were in a cold room and then he said something I cant quite remember and Simin and Laura were like laughing at me coz I didnt get it. According to Simin he was indirectly asking for a hug. EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dark room was cool (the 'cool' refers to the temperature. Or should I say FREEZING???). It was all dark except for the red light (but no use also cant see properly). And that Weiting kept tickling me. Well my photo had to be developed (I think) 4 times, the last 2 times done by meeeeeee!!! I caused alot of problems coz the people couldnt figure out why the photo I took couldnt come out right (it was always too light). Hahahahaha. Then my group was in the dark room for so long. Damn cold leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For lunch we went to Nanyang Poly. The place damn BIG leh! Like shopping centre you know?! Got things sell some more. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and Im thinking of changing my skin. Maybe if I find a nice one today then I change (and WanTing can have the skin since she thinks its nice =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I guess thats all...Im so damn tired (shit lar! How to watch LOST?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111831962614572255?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111831962614572255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111831962614572255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111831962614572255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111831962614572255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-kwaiy-no-she-wont-take-my-phone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111823753010914818</id><published>2005-06-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:32:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey no offence dudez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Almost everyone is writing about love...people like Shengwei. The thing I really wonder is that, do they really know what's the true meaning of love? Do they mistake obsessive crushes as love? Because [maybe] they are hardly 13 years old! Not even a teenager! That's why Im being doubtful. Are they just being obsessive or what? I dont know. I dont even know what's the rush. You know guys, there's still alot of time. You dont have to rush or anything. Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez...I admit that I miss someone real badly, and I cant use my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of my phone, I've found out the reason why my bills are so high. According to my previous bills, my outgoing calls are all free. But what the fuck happened?!?!?!?! My incoming calls too!!! Without those calls my phonebill will only be like $40++   But lucky I took WanTing's advice and didnt download ringtones at the start of the month or I'd be so diao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reason why I dont like to use my home phone to call my friends and I give them my hp number instead is that it's right beside to my brothers' computer and whenever I use the phone, the evesdrop on me! No matter how soft my voice is! What's more, while Im talking to the phone, they'd press the HOLD button and then this fuckingly horrible music starts playing. And when they answer the phone and are waiting for me to get it, my younger brother would blow on the receiver or say something. How rude can they get?! So it isnt entirely my fault! And my brother uses the phone 1 000 000 times a day, each call lasting at least 30mis. So how? My brother and his friends lah! Playing on GunBound already still wanna talk on the phone. I also never evesdrop on them on what shit they're talking. So bad leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111823753010914818?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111823753010914818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111823753010914818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111823753010914818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111823753010914818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-no-offence-dudez-almost-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111811300414568543</id><published>2005-06-07T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:25:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;! Dammit dammit dammit dammit &lt;strong&gt;DAMMIT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; My &lt;strong&gt;phone bills&lt;/strong&gt; just arrived!!! So scary leh while opening. Then open already *PONG* &lt;strong&gt;$71&lt;/strong&gt; LEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The highest every. So scary you know? Local SMS: $30++ Local calls : $30++ Then plus my $18 plan an caller ID thingy and global smses and mms. SHIT! Cant blame my mother, really. She's threathening to &lt;strong&gt;get my line cut&lt;/strong&gt;. Now she's telling me to turn it &lt;strong&gt;off for the whole month&lt;/strong&gt; except when I go out I guess. But before I turn it off, can I just sms my friends (just 2!) that it'll be off? 100% sure cannot. Im like so scared later she tell my father then D-I-E!!!!!! Later he change and make me use prepaid card. At least not bad lah got limit...Okiez &lt;strong&gt;now my phone is off&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmmm...Dunno how to cope. Dont even think can use the phone's radio or games... ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you wanna call me please &lt;strong&gt;call my home phone&lt;/strong&gt; 67643125 okiez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-UPDATE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez. Im like soooooooooooooooooo damn angry and pissed off. My mum read my messages in my phone while I was in the shower! I dont know how many she read! THIS IS AN INVASION OF PRIVACY!!! Who agrees with me? Who wants to join my protests?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111811300414568543?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111811300414568543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111811300414568543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111811300414568543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111811300414568543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/shit-dammit-dammit-dammit-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111798263781205090</id><published>2005-06-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:45:04.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Mariz! Mariz! wake up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still partly unconcious "5 move minutes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's 6.45am already"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eyes suddenly so awake "WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez. So I was supposed to wake up at 6am because I had to go for some St John thingy by 7.15 at Choa Chu Kang. So I was like rushing throughout..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that when I came home I ate my lunch and I laid in bed for a while then I got up and did my nails until 1.45pm. It was so damn difficult coz I couldnt get the stars out of the nail polish bottle. After that did a quick shower and guess what? It destroyed what I did to my nails. So damn irritating lohr. In the end had to take them off already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The party kinda sucked to me for a while (no offence) around 3-5 i guess. I really felt like going home at that time. It was like there wasnt any point sitting there right? Because everyone was doing something and I was like left there alone so I decided to sms *ahem*...and guess what? he's bored too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The later part was better. The dancing and stuff. Haha. Then played a trick on Charmaine. Hahahaha. Only me and PeiYan know. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then before we went home PeiYan and I went to the toilet and there was this sauna in there. I tried to enter it but it was locked so I was like pushing the door. Later on PeiYan said that there was people inside. Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and does anyone know that my mother is out to &lt;strong&gt;destroy my rep&lt;/strong&gt;??? Its so damn &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt; lohr! She keeps following me around and its so damn irritating and &lt;strong&gt;embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt;. Some more she complain where I go and all those things. IF YOU'RE &lt;strong&gt;NOT HAPPY THEN DUN&lt;/strong&gt; FOLLOW LAH!!! FOR GOODNESS SAKE IM ALMOST 14 IS IT THAT &lt;strong&gt;DIFFICULT TO TRUST ME&lt;/strong&gt; OR DO YOU &lt;strong&gt;THINK I CANT PROTECT MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;?!?!?!?!?! LET ME TELL Y'ALL READING THIS IF YOU DARE TO MESS WITH ME YOU BETTER &lt;strong&gt;GET READY&lt;/strong&gt; FOR BROKEN NOSE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I cant take it anymore. It's pissing me off for a while now. Some fucking people (no offence) purposely talk in chinese so that I wont understand. FINE! You wanna play the game is it?!?! THEN &lt;strong&gt;I WILL PLAY&lt;/strong&gt; TOO!Let's see how you'll handle it if it all comes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know. Im so pissed off today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111798263781205090?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111798263781205090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111798263781205090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111798263781205090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111798263781205090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/mariz-mariz-wake-up-still-partly.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111789339814753503</id><published>2005-06-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:42:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my gosh... Im like so in love with someone. I REALLY like him. He's like everything I want. His hairstlye is so nice. He's sooo hot. He's got a nice voice...great at singing and song writing too. His smile...And all those jokes he makes and they all crack me up. And he's always in a good mood and he's a legend with his guitar! OH SHUCKS! *slaps myself* stop thinking of him! AHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well...er...i think you might &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; know who Im talking about...hehe...&lt;/span&gt; (PS: For your info, this is just infatuation...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez today went to Causeway Point. I bought glitter nailpolish, anyhow picked facial foam and a shoe bag for my St John boots. I couldnt find a suit cover. Does anyone have any ideas where to get one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111789339814753503?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111789339814753503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111789339814753503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111789339814753503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111789339814753503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111779430691636843</id><published>2005-06-03T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:25:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today went to the Bukit Chandu placey. Haha. Quite nice lah. The first theater or whatever you call it we went in was scary. I didnt mean the show. I meant the room. I was damn dark and then the statues damn scary and big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then when we went at the 2nd floor we listened to this phoney thingys then hear the people talk about their experience during the war. I swear that in one of those phones the voice was like Mr Ong's! Then we signed at this guestbook. Actually rhe message is I write one leh then I signed out "peace out mariz xx". Then the WanTing go and add on and put "wantingxx thenextnamehere xx thenextnameherexx thenextnameherexx" walau steal my signature signing off leh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we were waiting for the last theater to be prepared and outside the door was a damn funny sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This show is not recommended for children below 7, pregnant women or people with heart problems. Blah blah blah blah blah. Should you feel uneasy, take off your headphones"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; all I can make up. Forgot the real one. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it was REALLY REALLY REALLY scary. Well, at first it was. We were sitting there and then the lights dimmed and then Alice and I were damn scared. Guess what? I was sitting there like an idiot. Why? Actually I didnt know what the hell was happening, the lights dimming and the sound effects (children playing, gunshots) was all I could hear. Then I asked Alice if she can hear anything then she said yeah she can hear one voice. Then I was like so stupid lor. Still sit there. Then I was really confused and I told Alice I couldnt hear anything. She told me to sit on the other side but I didnt wanna coz I'd be sitting with the upper sec guys. She passed me the head phone and I put it on. And I heard got narrator talking. Haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the show GuanYeow's hand kept creeping about. And everytime he did I beat him. Got one time I was hitting him and then the lights turned on for a while and the gals from behind saw us and they were laughing. Then got times this red light come in and everytime it did GuanYeow and I make shocked faces. After the show he said I looked like Chucky and looked scary. At least not bad lor. He leh? He looked like the Ju-on ghost only with specs. Really! Dont believe it can try it with him. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh yeah gonna tell you. Must watch afv (america's funniest home videos) ok? Yesterday it was damn funny laugh until cry (it was their 300th episode so it was special...today is part two of the episode ). It's on Channel 5 at 6.30pm (I know...almost 6.30 already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111779430691636843?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111779430691636843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111779430691636843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111779430691636843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111779430691636843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-went-to-bukit-chandu-placey.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111771705242685974</id><published>2005-06-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:57:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT!!! Danny has a girlfriend!!! *cries a river* Ahh never mind. Cant expect a guy like him to be single right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im so bored leh. No one smsing me as much. Alice never sms coz sms for what so got nothing to talk. Aydan cant sms coz his card doesnt have much money already. Ella cant sms coz she's in australia (and sms for what also got nothing to talk). I also cant sms becoz phone bills are gonna scare me. Last month sent like 200-300 smses. This month Im sure I sent more. Never mind. Tomorrow going to this Bukit Chandu place. Wont be bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey you guys have you heard the Madagascar song I like to Move It (Yeah Ingrid I can tell from your blog you're like so crazy about it)? It's so crazy! I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT  I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT  I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cant wait for the bday, even though we still cant confirm the date (haha). But tomorrow gonna discuss when. Lol. It's like gonna be the best day! Except if the guys are gonna mess it up. Dont know yet. I just have to make sure I dont loose my temper. &lt;strong&gt;AND YOU GUYS BETTER SPEAK IN ENGLISH I HATE YOU ALL WHEN YOU ALL SPEAK IN CHINESE AND I ALWAYS GET IGNORED!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111771705242685974?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111771705242685974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111771705242685974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111771705242685974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111771705242685974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahhhhhhh-i-cant-believe-it-danny-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111763739001351860</id><published>2005-06-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:49:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My gosh Im like so bored. So I decided to do this here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Starting Time: 10.23pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Full Name: Mariz Almadin Mateo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Best Friend(s): Sarah, Alice, WanTing, Kwaiy, Raine, Amy,Ella, Aydan, Cae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Sexiest Friend: erm...dont noe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Funniest Friend(s): YYG BEST SIA!!! Joaquim, JunChi, CXZ (He's always irritating when he's funny), Shaiful,Aydan(believe me he can be funny too!)..haha..all guys leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Smartest friends: CXZ + Bryan (waah make yew tee proud sia...go RI), NingYi, Jocelyn, WANXIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dumbest Person: hmmm....*thinks*...dont think anyone is..haha...see i sho gd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Shyest Friend: Amy! Waah...bestfriend wanna sabo sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Most boring person: Joel...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who Do you get advice from: my brain, nora, alice, kwaiy, wanting (well...not really...haha...just crediting u for nothing leh...hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. D(ate)O(f)B(irth): 1 July 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Righty / Lefty : righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Shoe Brand: Power, converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you Crack any Body Parts: nopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Siblings: 2 idiotic brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Email Addy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mariz_m_12@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz_m_12@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Boy Friend/Girl Friend: maybe i want one...haha...lol...but my life rawks right now...so dont noe the purpose...might rawk summore leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. Crush: *ahem* *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. Liked a Teacher: they're never nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ever laughed so hard you've peed in your pants: no way dudez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ate a Tub of Ice Cream: the small one...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ran Into a Glass Door: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Gone Skinny Dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Gotten hit/nearly hit by a car:  i was 'jayrunning'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ran into a parked car: no.&lt;br /&gt;******Girls Fill Out About Guys******&lt;br /&gt;35. Boxers or Briefs: my gosh...i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Tall or Short : tall lah...short later is like shengwei...hahahaha...jk jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does size matter: yeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Six-pack or Muscular Arms: either six-pack or neither...dont want muscular arms...they look disgusting to me...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Body or Personality: both but personality matters more...i cant stand jerks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ear Pierced or Not : if he looks nice with it...if he looks like a girl then forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sporty or Outdoorsy : bothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Good Guy or Bad Guy: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Guys Fill Out on girls****** ---Leave it to the guys please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. G or hipster undies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tall or Short :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Long Hair or Short : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;50.Dark or Light Eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Light/Dark Hair: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Body or Personality: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Ears Pierced or Not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Good Girl/Bad Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;56.Hair Up or Down :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Sporty or Classy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Chicken or Not Afraid : &lt;br /&gt;******Which One is Better******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Coke or pepsi: pepsi but honestly i dont see any difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. K.F.C or Mcdonalds: KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Cats or Dogs : cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Coffee or Tea : milo? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Eastside or westside: westside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Vanilla or chocolate: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Cake or Cookies: cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;66. Purple striped Lime socks or white socks: white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Sunset or Sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Day or Night: Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Lights on or off: depends on wad the hell im doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Summer or Winter: winter&lt;br /&gt;*****Your favorite******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Food: ice cream! and cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Holiday destination: US,UK, the whole of Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Radio Station: smash hits (UK station)...hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Place: beach&lt;br /&gt;****** In The Future******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Will you believe in God: yepz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What you want to be when you grow up: (wanna be the most)astronaut, airhostess, volcanologist, astronomer, artist (wanna be least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;******Random Questions******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Define Love: hmmm...love is spelt by four letters, L-O-V-E...it has the same number as the word, hate, H-A-T-E...hahahaha...just kiddin...so lame right?...okiez...love cant be defined (at least, by me....hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Favorite Place: Scroll up dude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Favourite day(s) of the week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bedtime: 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;83. Who Is Least Likely To Send This Back: how the hell would i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Satan or God or atheist: GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******More questions:******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you love someone rite now: YES!!! My grandparents, my parents, my brothers (PARTLY...hahaha), my besties, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you care about someone: grandpa + grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;87. Do you think of someone everyday: hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. is anyone special to you: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;90. finishing time: 3am...hahaha just kidding...10.48pm...my computer very laggy right now leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and if you're bored might wanna put this in ur posty...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111763739001351860?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111763739001351860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111763739001351860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111763739001351860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111763739001351860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-gosh-im-like-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111762208224310979</id><published>2005-06-01T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:34:42.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! This is soooo funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a hospital's Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00 a.m., regardless of their medical condition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, so a worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 a.m., all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Just when the clock struck 11:00, Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could use the vacuum cleaner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Cant stop laughing!!! *drops off the chair and rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez. This morning I was talking to some gals (I forgot who) and then I heard guys laughing behind me. I turned then OH MY GOSH!!!! That "I cant see" change his hairstyle like shit! My gosh! Ewww!!! Wanna turn into a monk is it? Oh yeah. I forgot. He WANTS to be a monk coz he always 'chants' in class. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol. Anyway today IT training was MUCH better because I brought my jacket and Raine and Valerie changed place so I actually got some help from her. And I did our group's index page. And according to other people, it was nice, especially the animation. Yeah ok, I think it's nice too. But  I dont feel good coz I didnt contribute in making the pages! I didnt know what to do and Maryanne didnt have any job for me. So yeah. Damn bored. Sit there with the air con blowing at my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today went to Lot1 with Alice after school. Walked there together with WanXin. Sho fun! Hahaha. Then we went up, went down, went up, went down. took neoprints, went down, went up. We actually didnt know what to do. Well we were looking for a pressie for someone (I found one in Popular and it's $14.90...not sure if can buy coz if I wanna ask my mother for money like that then I'll need 1001 explainations. If you have any donations to help me buy it it's very well appreciated...haha) but I didnt have the mood and money to buy anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I think I spent alot of money. $2.80 (lunch...so ex leh the cheesefries..)+3 (neoprints) + 0.70 (for the snack lah) = $6.50. Waaah!!! Can watch movie already leh. Hahaha. But in the end still got $1 left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Thanks Raine for helping me collect donations (if you actually are doing it =P). Hahaha. Oh and dont need to collect much. Just $20 will do. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111762208224310979?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111762208224310979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111762208224310979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111762208224310979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111762208224310979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahahahahahahaha-this-is-soooo-funny-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111754457586865898</id><published>2005-05-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:15:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Listening to lonely now. Lonely, Im Mr Lonely, I have nobody on my ooooooooooowwwwwwwnnnnnnnn. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today had IT training. Actually nothing, NOTHING, of what the trainers taught us registered in my head. I have them for a while in my head and then *POOF* Gone. Forgot liao. Now I dunno how to do the intro. I dont even have an idea what I would do. Well I was DAMN unhappy over there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. The aircon was DAMN cold. Im gonna bring my jacket tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Valerie and Joey kept asking me how to do stuff. They kept getting lost. Valerie doesnt pay attention sometimes. Joey. Actually she's doing the right thing but she's like not so much confidence so she will look here and there and if there's something different with the others then she will ask me. The worst thing is that the two of them got problem and I dunno they dont wanna ask the trainers. Some more they kept asking me how to do the stuff while that Mr Soon was talking. So I was like helping them, trying to recollect what Mr Soon did and listen to Mr Soon at the same time. But got some times after I help them Im completely lost liao then they still ask me "Eh how?" then I also dunno how to answer them. Hahaha. But see I sho nice never got angry with them. Helping my friends. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then lunch break walked to Lot1 with Alice and we bought some food at Old Chang Kee. Haha. Then talk talk talk talk talk. Hahaha. Then we went to Sembawang Music to see how much the Simple Plan CD costs (its a pressent for someone). After that walked back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At dismissal walked home with Valerie and Raine. Before we walked we went to 7-Eleven and bought ice cream (and there was TODAY newspaper that comes with it free.Hahaha). Then talked to Raine. Hahaha. No silent moment. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today sho sad. No one sms me today. Not used to it coz everyday got at least one person sms to me =(&lt;/span&gt;   But Im soooooo scared of my phone bills. Coming this month. I guarantee you its around $40 or more =S  I DONT WANNA DIE YET!!! Shit then my mother will ask me who I sms. Die. Mostly one person only. She's very bad lor. One time I was bathing and then Alice and Aydan texted me and I forgot to put my phone on silent mode. Then die she go and read. Worst thing. She never even tell me they texted me leh!!!!!! So bad lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and does anyone know whose number is 63381086??? I forgot to put back my phone from silent mode. So, yeah. Missed call. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111754457586865898?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111754457586865898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111754457586865898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111754457586865898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111754457586865898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/05/listening-to-lonely-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111733392103791334</id><published>2005-05-29T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:32:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So sad. It's today. 100% cant go already. So bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today my mother wants to take me out. She wants to buy something for me. Usually she'll follow me around the mall and then when I want something she'll buy it for me. But then I dont want anything. Just like yesterday went down to the pasar malam then she keeps pressing me to buy something but I dont feel like buying anything. Today I think will be worse. Got nothing in mind. Well I'll tell you what I want. I want to go to the bday. But she still wont let. I cant believe it. My mother is willing to buy me $60 worth of clothes (in which, I've not finished my $60 yet) but wont even buy that $17.90 the DaVinci Code book. So difficult. Then she anyhow say to my father that I always want to buy something. The truth is she wants me to buy something, so there. She buy me clothes ONLY. CDs cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yeah. Our birthda thingy. Er...how many people ah? Oh ok. Altogether 7 people. 4 gals + 3 guys. Go watch movie, then swensens then maybe wanna take neoprints and then ARCADE!!! YAY!!!! Oh and the swensens we pay one (can order what you like...I think...haha), the movie tickets PAY YOURSELF and maybe we're gonna pay for the popcorn and drinks? Not sure. Havent talk to the gals yet. And yeah my parents said no boys right? Never mind I dont think they'll get angry at all. Hahaha. The movie not decided yet. We wanna watch the Madagascar (is this how you spell it?) or Monster in law. But then dunno whether they will still be on. So we'll tell you what time and what movie about a week before that day. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okiez stopping here. So bored. Purposely wrote a long one so that can make myself busy with something. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111733392103791334?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111733392103791334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111733392103791334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111733392103791334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111733392103791334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111725974334917386</id><published>2005-05-28T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:55:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still very angry. And people are still contributing!!! That LIM JIA YING still dared to say Im busy chatting with guys. I told her that she's confessing that she's a guy and asked where she got the idea. She said she doesnt know. I told her if she doesnt know then she'd better keep her fucking mouth shut. She asked why I became so rude. HELL-O??? She's known me since P5 and doesnt know what Im like when Im angry?!?!?! This is so totally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I'll ever be allowed. I have certain limits where I can go, and it's somewhere in lavender. That's so damn far. I really cant go. Its 90% for sure. But Alice is still pressing me to keep asking her though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;punk princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mariz xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111725974334917386?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111725974334917386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111725974334917386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111725974334917386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111725974334917386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-very-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11088287.post-111725161494763602</id><published>2005-05-28T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:40:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yozz!!! Yeah I've changed my layout. Haha. I kind of got tired with the previous one. Okiez. The music might not play but that happens all the time whenever I change my layout but it'll work sooner or later. Now playing is Wake Me Up by Girls Aloud. A faced paced song and a nice one to dance to! And...*drum roll*... Teenage Kicks is BACK!!!! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I still need ideas and its tomorrow. My mum is planning to go out tomorrow to. I suspect she did it purposely. How sneaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk princess&lt;br /&gt;mariz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11088287-111725161494763602?l=teenagekicks0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/feeds/111725161494763602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11088287&amp;postID=111725161494763602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111725161494763602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11088287/posts/default/111725161494763602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenagekicks0.blogspot.com/2005/05/yozz-yeah-ive-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>mariz xx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16203581709397316267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
