<?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-7784205</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:43:34.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Backwardmissile-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784205.post-111370606188462410</id><published>2005-04-17T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T10:47:41.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the OTHER blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hello everyone! i've not been updating ofte on this blog, because i have another blog! i've been updating that one. -__- sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anyway, here's the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;www.livejournal.com/~noreeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;cya! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-111370606188462410?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/111370606188462410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=111370606188462410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111370606188462410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111370606188462410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-blog.html' title='the OTHER blog'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784205.post-111114792957160646</id><published>2005-03-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:12:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's a stray cat that wandered into the 2nd level of my house. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the computer, then i saw this flash of grey and white disappearing into the master bedroom. i turned, and saw a small 'adolscent' kitten staring at me. i think it didn't venture further into the master bedroom because it was pitch-black inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the kitten starting walking towards the computer &amp; me. i noticed it didn't have claws. it wandered around the computer area and explored its new surroundings. later, it started walking towards the staircase and so, i followed it, in case my maid gets shocked and whack the poor kitten. it got to the staircase and was peering through the bars, at my maid who was mopping the 1st floor. the kitten was positioned between 2 life-sized bowling pins that are movable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my maid up and she was like, "WHAT? ok lah ok lah. coming coming!" so she walked up the stairs and saw the kitten. she stopped. and the kitten stared at her and she stared back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid: Nor, why got cat here?&lt;br /&gt;me: it came through the balcony door&lt;br /&gt;maid: huh? -confused look- papa don't like cats you know&lt;br /&gt;me: i know&lt;br /&gt;maid: so how?&lt;br /&gt;me: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;-silence ensued-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[perfect example of chain reaction displayed by kitten in the following paragraph]&lt;br /&gt;then, somehow, the kitten got frightened and it took a step sideways, knocking over one pin. then, it jumped back and knocked over the other pin. by now, it was obviously scared. so it bolted through the balcony door and i bet it squeezed through the railings and went back the way it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid: HAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: -silent; no comment-&lt;br /&gt;maid: where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;me: through the balcony door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the balcony door and tried to see if the kitten was still on the balcony. obvious;y, it wasn't. :( it probably jumped from the balcony, onto the statuette below the balcony, and then over the boundary wall. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the balcony door open. hey, maybe it'll come back someday? unexpected visitor. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-111114792957160646?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/111114792957160646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=111114792957160646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111114792957160646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111114792957160646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/03/cat-in-house.html' title='cat in the house'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-111052679565975633</id><published>2005-03-11T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:39:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSC</title><content type='html'>hello... i've packed my bag for batam and i have nothing to do. i don't want to bathe now because i know that i'll get sweaty somehow and have to wash up all over again. leaving for the ferry terminal at 1715. so... since i haven't blogged in 47930175 years, i'll list out the events that have happened and are still clear in my mind, in random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mrteo scolding us cos only 2 out of 27 of us passed math test and the average mark is 12/50. my mark was 12/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i was very very very pissed with someone for something she did which made me really really mad at her. i believe i've told some people, but i don't want to bring it up anymore. so don't ask who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. going for movie (Hitch) with jasmine, jolyn and vanessa. after jolyn and vanessa left to take mrt back home, me and jas went down to NTUC (at junction 8) to buy stuff for lifeskills camp. it was on the 7th of march that this happened -- 1 day before the residential part of LSC started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SEC 2 LIFESKILLS CAMP 2005 (shall elaborate later on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. being annoyed/irritated by my family members. happens frequently lately... i think i'm slipping into the angsty stage of my life and i don't think it'll go away soon. my parents sense it too cos they refrain from reading over my shoulder at the computer to see what i'm doing, give me alot of private space, don't ask me about my life that much and are basically laying off me for now. i don't think my hormonal imbalance stage is going to end soon. i really don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. getting the SPAZtech tee and class tee (both are super cool... :D )  i can safely say that our class' class tee is the best amongst the sec 2 level cos firstly, it looks a whole lot more business-like/professional as compared to the other classes (no drawings or whatsoever, only font and grunge designs done by jasmine) . secondly, we do not use an overrated colour which i like (black or white). we use... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;anyway, going on to the SPAZtech tee. four divine monkeys are cute + funny + cool. :) thanks deb! (don't think you'll ever read this though). the font was good too. :)  (thanks charissa!)  we used &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BRIGHT ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; for the tee colour. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. laoshi 'having a talk with me', ie. warning me that i better buck up in term 2 if not i'll be put under serious review/special review. i think i already am under review or am at the verge of getting into review. i realised that i have seriously BAD time management. not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. quitting 3rd lang. at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. getting back history results. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. feeling constantly pissed but masking my feelings when i see a specific someone doing something she always does when she wants something. don't ask -- i won't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. finding out that my circle of friends have permanently changed. reshuffling is both a good and a bad thing. i've grown further apart from people like renee, sufen, liza?, liann, claire, chanyi (basically 111ers).... and closer to people like cheronne, deborah, elizabeth, jasmine, brenda, michelle (112ers)... etc. but i think that the other 111ers who went over to 212 feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its natural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. realising that jasmine can sing well. very well. even better than what i expected. she was singing along to the moulin rouge soundtrack that ying ming brought. yingming can sing well too! at least in tune about 95% of the time... :) does jasmine have perfect pitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. noticing that both my younger sister and older brother explicitly seek attention. my younger bro and i implicitly seek attention. or its the other way round. anyway, my younger brother and i have similar personalities (quiet thinkers who get hyper only around friends) and my younger sister and older bro are similar (energetic no matter what).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will continue after i return from batam. goodbye people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-111052679565975633?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/111052679565975633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=111052679565975633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111052679565975633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/111052679565975633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/03/lsc.html' title='LSC'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110933347390883805</id><published>2005-02-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:11:13.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;hello! this is what i posted on my brother's blog. the capital-letters-at-the-start-of-each-sentence was giving me a lot of trouble. stupid shift key. anyway, enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;content that was published on www.tylionde.blogspot.com :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[to my kind, caring, brainless brother, don't delete this post that I, your younger, smarter sister have created in honour of your theory that "it's ok to save my passwords on the webpages cause those are minor stuff". thank you.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Hello everyone. Leonard's dearest younger sister speaking. This post is to illustrate my point in kindly advising my ass of a brother to stop saving his passwords on websites, like his blogspot one here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Here's what inspired me: I opened the internet and out popped the blogger website. Upon closer inspection, I realised that my brother's username AND password were already saved into their respective boxes, so i decided to have some good, clean fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Please, DON'T hesitate to tease and taunt my brother about this post. He just came in about 3 minutes ago, saw the webpage, and thought that I was blogging on my own blog. My blog is linked to his, so if you read this post, do tag on my tagboard and give me feedback. Alternatively, you can pass me messages through my otherwise clueless brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-end of message/post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: Noreen Yong&lt;br /&gt;NYGH Secondary 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110933347390883805?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110933347390883805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110933347390883805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110933347390883805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110933347390883805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello-this-is-what-i-posted-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784205.post-110699411287055703</id><published>2005-01-29T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:30:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friendster thing... check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spell your name back wards] neeron -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the story behind your email address] my full name + birthday. not birthdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[where do you live?] west coast -- it's a sleepy town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wallet] poccilini, ITALY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[shoes] Skechers; Pierre Cardin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[favourite shirt] black HangTen shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[piercing] none! until i'm 15...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hair] black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[makeup] don't need 'em! :) i'm beeeaaaa-UTIFUL naturally! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[something you're looking forward to in the&lt;br /&gt;upcoming months] HRM. bowling... C Divs, Bowler Of the Month (when i have time to go) AND CNY!! money money money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[something that you are deathly afraid of?] being shunned by the rest of the world. probably will not happen cos there's at least 15 people in this world who LOVES ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in love] yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[do you believe in forgiveness] erm... normally i would forgive. but if the offender is TOO MUCH, like a rapist or something... then definitely unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{at this point of time, there's a girl screaming "AH TAI! AH TAI! AH TAI!" outside my oh-so-expensive landed property. then there's a guy (neighbour) screaming "OUTTA MY RUNWAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" then the three other people are shouting "GO ALVIN, GO ALVIN!" then, five seconds later, an unknown guy belonging to the same group sings "JOY TO THE WORLD, THE -------". can't remember. but its a spoof of the original.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[where are 3 places you wouldn't mind relocating&lt;br /&gt;to] GENTING! -gamblegamble- NEW ZEALAND! -MOOO!- and... Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[favorite pig out foods?] no specific food in mind right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[is there something you wish you could understand&lt;br /&gt;better] how people think and why they react the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my father thinks i am] an oh-so-smart GEPper. an all-rounded goody girl who is getting influenced by her feminine, underachiever brother who has a blog. (he's linked. go check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my mother thinks i am] an oh-so-smart GEPper. an all-rounded goody girl who is getting influenced by her feminine, underachiever brother who has a blog linked by his younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[best qualities] being "almost perfect", courtesy of He Lao Shi. :) ain't that sweet? (its true too! -hiakhiakhiak-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[worst qualities] i ill-treat my siblings. sigh, they just piss me off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i get embarrassed when] i get humiliated? -doh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what makes me happy] going to school and learning new things to keep me overloaded with homework! NOT! i'm happy when i have fun.... which is 60% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[upsets me] when my parents quarrel. when my brother gets all bitchy and obnoxious. when my dad makes fun of my mum in front of me. when my mum does the same thing back to him. when i feel that i'm being used. this makes up another 10% of the time. the remaining 30%, i feel neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO?&lt;br /&gt;[you like to cook ] yeah... i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you have a secret you have not shared with&lt;br /&gt;anyone] yup... i have a few i think. &lt;5 though. LAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[song you listened to] JOY TO THE WORLD! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[person you've called] mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[person that's called you] dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[person u smsed] ellisse (neighbour i went to have prata with this morn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[person whom instant msged you] yue chin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you think about suicide] HRM. now that you've mentioned it.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[others find you attractive] ask them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you drink] that's what all living things need to do... riiiggghhhht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you like roller coasters] YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you write in cursive or print] in between.... but depends on what type of pen i use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you carry a donor card] what's that....? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you have a crush on somebody] why not? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lied to someone] of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ever been in a fist fight] nah... i don't think so... bolster fight, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ever been arrested] no. wanna check my wrists for cuff marks? -glare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[shampoo do you use] Pantene PRO-V -- purple bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what do you notice first in a guy/girl] which ever body part that's at my eye level. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[who makes you laugh the most] deborah yan... cheronne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on you] ask around.... if you manage to find out, tell me! i'll give you a kiss! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last time you did something] question doesn't make sense. but being an english-acer, i understood your LOUSY english. so... the answer is... math tuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last time you were totally care free] the days before i turned one second old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whats your favourite colour] black, white, sky blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what are you planning to do tomorrow] bowl in the morning, eat lunch, do homework, eat dinner, watch tv, homework, sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110699411287055703?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110699411287055703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110699411287055703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110699411287055703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110699411287055703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/friendster-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110696621215020129</id><published>2005-01-29T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T10:39:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M IN LOVE!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;with the Toyota Royal Crown! :) i drived it before, on a REAL, actual road!!! in batam. heh. i like it and it's in singapore now! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i shall write a list of ten things i want to get done by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1. Get into IP. i know i can! -psychs self-&lt;br /&gt;2. get a minimum grade of C for all subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. get a camcorder!&lt;br /&gt;4. see deborah yan in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;t&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (aside from school skirt)&lt;br /&gt;5. give more people useful stuff on their birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6. improve bowling average by at least 20 pins (do you think that's possible? HRM.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. see cheronne in a &lt;i&gt;skirt&lt;/i&gt; too! (aside from schhol skirt as well)&lt;br /&gt;8. hand up 90% of my work (school + tuition) on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. HAVE ANOTHER SLEEPOVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. make my older brother &lt;i&gt;LESS FEMININE&lt;/i&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110696621215020129?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110696621215020129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110696621215020129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110696621215020129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110696621215020129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;M IN LOVE!!! '/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110683603737710730</id><published>2005-01-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:27:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reshuffling</title><content type='html'>it just struck me today, after 4 weeks. There's been lots of changes happening around me since the reshuffle. friendships strained, though there're new ones built and old ones strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more emphasis on literature and math... i seem to be liking math alot. maybe its because i've improved. probably is anyway. literature... i like adrian chan. he's a nice, slack teacher, but still efficient. at least he doesn't bug us for homework... he just sets a deadline for everything to be handed up :)  nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've rediscovered the joys of fictionpress. so i've been sleeping later and later. sigh... but its wearing off... luckily. if not homework's a-piling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to grasp the essence of having english lessons. i understand compositions and essays, but the text types baffle me. sigh. i'll just go along with the syllabus and complain at the end of the year, when everything's done and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there' nothing much to say... so i shall rant and rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard being the go-between of two adults, especially when they're your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 2 spells homework, homework, and more homework. Oh, what does my future hold? what about sec 3?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's been breathing down my neck to get into IP/BSP. though the exams are quite a long way off.... right? i just hope i get into IP/BSP.... IP at the very least, the very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110683603737710730?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110683603737710730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110683603737710730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110683603737710730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110683603737710730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/reshuffling.html' title='reshuffling'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110622516470787835</id><published>2005-01-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:48:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;HAHA! look at this people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity, fear of being kidnapped and executed by &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=anal" target="_blank"&gt;anal&lt;/a&gt; electrocution, and guilt for not forwarding out 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor 6 year old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her off to the traveling freak show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send "his" email to $1000? How stupid are you? Ooooh, lookyhere! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by every Playboy model in the magazine! What a bunch of bullshit. So basically, this message is a big FUCK YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to send me stupid chainmail forwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by Jesus in 5 A.D. and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000, it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity. Fuck them. If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;I've seen all the "send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some omniscient being" forwards about 90 times. I don't fucking care. Show a little intelligence and think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it's your own unpopularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Chain Letter Type 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;(scroll down) Make a wish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;No, really, go on and make one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Oh please, they'll never go out with you!!! Wish something else!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Not that, you pervert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Is your finger getting tired yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;STOP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Wasn't that fun? :) Hope you made a great wish :) Now, to make you feel guilty, here's what I'll do. First of all, if you don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and thrown off a high building into a pile of manure. It's true! Because, THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;letter isn't like all of those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Here's how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Send this to 1 person: One person will be pissed off at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;for sending them a stupid chain letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Send this to 2-5 people: 2-5 people will be pissed off at you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;sending them a stupid chain letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Send this to 5-10 people: 5-10 people will be pissed off at you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;sending them a stupid chain letter, and may form a plot on your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Send this to 10-20 people: 10-20 people will be pissed off at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;for sending them a stupid chain letter and will napalm your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Thanks!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Good Luck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Chain Letter Type 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent and this is all a complete load of bullshit. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Chain Letter Type 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many sad dicks with nothing better to do. So this is how it works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Bizarre Horror Story #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drain pipe in a flood of poopie, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;*Bizarre Horror Story #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his boyfriend (hey,some people swing that way). They both died and went to hell and were cursed to eat adorable kittens every day for eternity. This Could Happen To You Too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Remember, you could end up just like Pinsley and Bip. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Chain Letter Type 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;If you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to everyone of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;"Friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who is always at your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who likes you even though you stink of shit, and your breath smells like you've been eating cat food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who likes you even though you're as ugly as a hat full of arseholes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who cleans up for you after you've soiled yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your sad, sad life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by mad goats, then thrown to vicious dogs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn't speak much English... -no, sorry that's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;cleaning lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Now pass this on! If you don't, you'll never have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it's funny, send it on. Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth, who's been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only savior is the 5 cents per letter he'll receive if you forward this mail, otherwise you'll end up like Miranda. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Now forward this to everyone you know otherwise you'll find all your knickers missing tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;ironic... its a chain letter that disapproves of chain letters! x) so funny! i like the sarcasm... -dripdrip- ok... goodnight! CRP beckons. and mr chan's scolding... :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110622516470787835?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110622516470787835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110622516470787835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110622516470787835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110622516470787835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/haha-look-at-this-people-hello-my-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110614269594943627</id><published>2005-01-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:51:35.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melly here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES. Am FINALLY done. *cheers madly* Except.. I'm not in the mood to. BAH. Okay..  Anyway.. Urm. Noreeny.. Don't forget to change your font color to white. After your post. Yeppers. Urm. And.. Verdana. AND. If you have any trouble with this template, or you don't like it.. Tell me, kay? This was the longest I've spent on any template. Lollers.. Don't mean to make you change your mind if you have anything negative to say though. x) HRM. What else.. Oh. Don't forget to justify your entries as well. YEP. Hrm hrm hrm.. I guess that's it! I'll go make a few more changes here and there.. And it will be DONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;WOOT!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha.. Have fun! x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Melly, melly-sketching.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110614269594943627?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110614269594943627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110614269594943627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110614269594943627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110614269594943627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/melly-here.html' title='Melly here.'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110596630622182255</id><published>2005-01-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:01:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagboard incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i'm so damn pissed. was blog-hopping when i found this on my friend's tagboard. take a look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="name"&gt;you suck!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="message"&gt;Why do you link people who doesnt even link you??? You utterly pathetic creature who doesn't deserve any sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="message"&gt;And you think using the F word is so cool?! GET REAL. GET A LIFE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; so i  tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="table-layout: fixed; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;noreen yong:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;you're the one who should abosufrickinlutely get a life. it's up to the blog owner to link ANYONE, cos it's HER OWN blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;so what if she's not linked back? doesn't mean anything. it only means A WHOLE DAMN LOT to nit-picking red-assed baboons like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;FUCK off MY friend. don't insult people if you don't have the guts to identify yourself, lowlife. sue me if i'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="message"&gt;i might not know you physically. but i already know the b i t c h in you. i despise you from the bottom of my heart. you got me seriously pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;you should know my frame of mind right now -- it's the same as yours when you bitched about *******. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;cheers to the bitch in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i vented all my anger in those tags. anyway, some parts are lame. but who cares. i don't. if that bitch comes after me, so be it. i'll whack her puny ass anytime, anyday.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Children want to be led by parents. But the parents have to earn the right to lead them."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;this qoute is totally unrelated to my post. but i like it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg0"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tablebg1"&gt;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110596630622182255?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110596630622182255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110596630622182255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110596630622182255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110596630622182255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/tagboard-incident.html' title='tagboard incident'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110580331762512840</id><published>2005-01-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:37:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tropixal/1054377931_icturestet.jpg" alt="tet" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a  trina embroidered tank, simple and cute&lt;br /&gt;:)You're one of them loving ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tropixal/quizzes/Which%20Abercrombie%20and%20Fitch%20top%20are%20you%3F%28Girls%29/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;Which Abercrombie and Fitch top are you?(Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YAY! i'm a blue spaghetti top! -whoo- (-.-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" alt="entrancing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br /&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br /&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br /&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br /&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Erm. it's nice to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" alt="You're Perfect ^^" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br /&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br /&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br /&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br /&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br /&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ooooooo........ [nothing else remotely important to say.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1104682708_PinkAngel1.jpg" alt="HASH(0x8c66f48)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Belly Dancer. You are charming inside&lt;br /&gt;out, your life follows an interesting rhythem,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and smooth, you know how to be the&lt;br /&gt;center of attention when you want to, you love&lt;br /&gt;your friends and you can trust them on your&lt;br /&gt;life. Your ideal man is the one with a sweet&lt;br /&gt;witty character who understands how much&lt;br /&gt;freedom is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20dancers%20are%20you%3F%20%28Girls%20only%29/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;What kind of dancers are you? (Girls only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a&gt; href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT?! 0.0; -faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~UNIQUE~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;You are different. You're the type of person that&lt;br /&gt;is easily spotted in a crowd. You have a&lt;br /&gt;radiant personality. You probably go through a&lt;br /&gt;lot of mood swings from happy to lonely, angry&lt;br /&gt;to sad, loving to spiteful, and so on. Be aware&lt;br /&gt;that your sudden change in personality may&lt;br /&gt;offend some people. People like to be around&lt;br /&gt;you because you are genuine and relaxed. You&lt;br /&gt;seem at peace with yourself and you give off&lt;br /&gt;that "what you see is what you get"&lt;br /&gt;vibe. That's a good thing because your general&lt;br /&gt;audience will feel relaxed and at ease knowing&lt;br /&gt;that they too can be themselves with out having&lt;br /&gt;to worry. Try not to judge others on their&lt;br /&gt;appearance. It's not nice. Over all you're a&lt;br /&gt;spirited person who enjoys having a good time!&lt;br /&gt;Good for you! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my&lt;br /&gt;quiz! XoXo &lt;3 href="http://quizilla.com/users/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/quizzes/You%27re%20Beautiful...but%20why%3F%20%28%20PICS%29/"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A pretty accurate description of me! it sums up quite well what i think i am... just that it didn't include that i can be a loner during the 'mood swings' period of time... "/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A George and Cameron romance (sorry I don't have a&lt;br /&gt;picture for you, anyone out there want to make&lt;br /&gt;one for me?) You have a romance based on love&lt;br /&gt;and friendship. You want a partner that has a&lt;br /&gt;lot in common with you and likes to have fun&lt;br /&gt;and make you laugh. If I'm guessing correctly&lt;br /&gt;you'll probably marry your best friend. This is&lt;br /&gt;a great type of romance that will make you very&lt;br /&gt;happy and it'll last a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20romance%20should%20you%20have%3F%20(results%20based%20on%20couples%20from%20my%20quizzes)/"&gt;What type of romance should you have? (results based on couples from my quizzes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOVING ONE. You need  safety in your relationship.&lt;br&gt;You want to  be sure in his/her arms, knowing&lt;br&gt;that he will protect you and you can be totally&lt;br&gt;devoted to your other. At this point you are&lt;br&gt;very vulnerable. You open yourself and dont&lt;br&gt;even think that he/she could cheat you. You&lt;br&gt;totally trust your partner in every single way.&lt;br&gt;SO if you find out that she/he lied to you or&lt;br&gt;played a game this trust is broken. You may try&lt;br&gt;to forgive your other but this will be very&lt;br&gt;difficult.He/She has to be friendly and&lt;br&gt;trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VOTE, I want to know what you think about my&lt;br&gt;quiz, I worked hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;You can always message me or tell me how I can&lt;br&gt;improve that quiz. Ill sure write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;	~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110580331762512840?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110580331762512840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110580331762512840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580331762512840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580331762512840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-trina-embroidered-tank-simple_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110580110768846085</id><published>2005-01-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:58:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tropixal/1054377931_icturestet.jpg" border="0" alt="tet"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a  trina embroidered tank, simple and cute&lt;br&gt;:)You're one of them loving ones...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tropixal/quizzes/Which%20Abercrombie%20and%20Fitch%20top%20are%20you%3F(Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Abercrombie and Fitch top are you?(Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110580110768846085?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110580110768846085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110580110768846085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580110768846085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580110768846085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-trina-embroidered-tank-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110580097600026057</id><published>2005-01-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:56:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072860_sgoldheart.jpg" border="0" alt="gold heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110580097600026057?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110580097600026057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110580097600026057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580097600026057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110580097600026057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2005/01/heart-of-gold-what-is-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110333754557362186</id><published>2004-12-18T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T10:39:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams abt li ann, zoe</title><content type='html'>OH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i dreamt that i met &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Li Ann&lt;/span&gt; somewhere while doing something... the place had bgrown coloured steps... reflective ones. then Li Ann said, " Hey Nor! so how's the IRS?" then i said something... but i remember one thing that Li Ann said. it's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so we can finish the report by 2nd Jan? YAY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD, right? hmmm... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Li Ann dream faded away and i dreamt of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zoe Chen&lt;/span&gt; (ny bowling). all i remember was that she was threatening me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm RELIEVED! yay! i cleared up the doubts that have been constantly invading my mind while i was doing stuff... so now i can do stuff with a clear mind! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-throws party hat into the air- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm back to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;chirpy&lt;/span&gt; self..... i suppose.  -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110333754557362186?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110333754557362186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110333754557362186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110333754557362186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110333754557362186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/12/dreams-abt-li-ann-zoe.html' title='dreams abt li ann, zoe'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110325623788361938</id><published>2004-12-17T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:03:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist for hols</title><content type='html'>checklist for holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. finish homework:&lt;br /&gt;    - complete commonwealth essay&lt;br /&gt;    - finish war poetry portfolio&lt;br /&gt;    - Do 1 CRP Assignment&lt;br /&gt;    - revise for science retest... on the plane to and from shanghai?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2. Art:&lt;br /&gt;    - create gigantic 3D "N.Y." s to put on my bedroom door! xD [learnt from &lt;a href="http://www.artattack.co.uk"&gt;Art Attack&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;    - do a chalkoal drawing [also from art attack]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Shanghai Trip:&lt;br /&gt;    - SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP SHOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    - buy christmas presents AND cds of:&lt;br /&gt;                Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;               Steve Chow&lt;br /&gt;               Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;                Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;                Any Idol person that i like&lt;br /&gt;                Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;                Avril Lavigne(?)&lt;br /&gt;                etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. get my emotions in check before school reopens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;ain't life a b****?  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110325623788361938?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110325623788361938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110325623788361938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325623788361938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325623788361938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/12/checklist-for-hols.html' title='checklist for hols'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110325042607396938</id><published>2004-12-17T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:27:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;html moron&lt;/span&gt;. can someone help me with my fooble box before i thrash this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110325042607396938?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110325042607396938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110325042607396938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325042607396938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325042607396938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-html-moron.html' title=''/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110325010573826604</id><published>2004-12-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:21:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate lit</title><content type='html'>i don't understand poems. therefore, i hate lit. i foresee many obstacles headed my way next year, during literature lessons. i foresee questions with difficult answers. shoot me if i'm wrong. it'll be a... painless way out. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110325010573826604?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110325010573826604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110325010573826604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325010573826604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110325010573826604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-lit.html' title='i hate lit'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110308360059821243</id><published>2004-12-15T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:07:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>hey there... long time no see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ellisse&lt;/span&gt;, my neighbour-cum-good friend. we went to Bugis then i bought my mum a make-up bag for Xmas. she liked it. ellisse helped me choose which design... so i thank her for making my mum happy. ellisse bought a baby blue school bag. the lady was very cheerful and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funkay...  &lt;/span&gt;she reminded me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Olinda Cho&lt;/span&gt; from SI. =) they both had a great personality and short, styled hair. and both quite plump. she gave ellisse a 25% discount! tell me: cool or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that, we went to cineleisure to meet up with ellisse's friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;melissa&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;. melissa's quite chio... tall, fair, slim, pretty... good-looking on the whole. =)  so now, i know 6 melissa-s. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ellisse and melissa went to take neos... i bought a present for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yue chin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;=)  hope she likes it! at 3.05pm, me, ellisse and mel were browsing at Bits &amp; Pieces. then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;joelynn ng&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;jacqueline ho&lt;/span&gt; came! =) they went to buy tickets for National Treasure, while me, ellisse and melissa continued browsing. then after that, around 3.30pm, i went to take neos with joelynn and jacq. ellisse and mel went off... to Kinokuniya i think. ellisse wanted to use her $30 voucher... for a book for her mum i suppose. after taking neos, me, joelynn and jacq went to get nachos and iced tea. then we watched National Treasure. ellisse called me during the movie twice... -.- my mum also... -.- i think they collaborated. but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the show, three of us went to the toilet. then met up with joelynn's mum, who helped us take pics using a camera! haha... i felt like a tourist. but hey, no harm done! :D so that was yesterday. my dad's gonna get me a handphone plan... tonight! at last! =) for the past 3/2 yrs, i've been using a pathetic hi-card. so what made my dad change his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'twas about a week ago. i was sitting in my room thinking. then i started crying... sniffing actually. so, i went to my bro's room and we talked. then i really started crying, something which i haven't done for the past six years, not counting those incidents that i cried due to physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i cry about? i had a BIG family, my parents earn enough money, i live in a luxurious house. there's nothing to complain about: i was born with a silver spoon stuck in my damned mouth. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; your typical rich kid. well, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; rich but i would say above average. i'm in the GEP, in NYGH, go on vacations every major holiday... i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;led&lt;/span&gt; a happy-enough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still not satisfied. you might think that i'm a i-want-everything-in-the-world-and-will-keep-on-stomping-my-leather-shoed-feet-till-you-get-me-what-i-want kind of person. but i seriously doubt it. and if you think that there are incidents where i'm like that, kindly do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm gonna tell you what i told my bro. maybe not word-for-word but a close enough version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when i got my hp, it was in P6. when my bro got his hp, it was in P5, behind my dad's back. my bro started off with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;but i get what? a hi-card. in P6. ok... so maybe that's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; bad... but my dad refused to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; a plan. why? cos i'm "not mature enough... maybe later." so he's telling me that my brother was "mature enough" at P5 and i'm not at SEC ONE. i can prove him wrong&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ANY FREAKIN' DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) since the start of this hols, my dad's been "do your homework. then do your revision. then do your tuition homework." ok. it for my own good... not need to tell me. so can i go out and, say, watch a movie with friends every week? "NO." so my pathetic life revolves around homework, project work and revision. to sum it ALL up, studies. how (pathetically) nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my bro has a gf. for about a week or so now... she's a great girl. my dad's not happy... but not not-happy enough to tell my bro to end the relationship. so can a guy contact me? can i go out with my bro and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; friends whom i do not like-in-that-sense at all? NO. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i believe that after a certain incident that happened this June, i've grown up enough to handle issues like BGRs, flirting, etc. pretty well. i've made a rules too. i won't get into a relationship with a guy till i'm Sec 3 or something. if i tell my dad that a guy likes me, he'll flip. and a there's a guy who likes me. so do i tell my dad? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt; why? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he'll flip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried. and he flipped.&lt;br /&gt;so don't tell me that i should give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;I ALREADY DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's the problem?: i can't have a guy liking me. even though i only like him as a friend. why?: my dad'll kill the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) lastly, i can't talk on the phone with the guy that likes me. or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; guy in that case. why? my dad or mum will intercept the call, listen in for awhile, then cut the line. happened twice. in a week. and other times, they just listen in. they just invade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; privacy. and the next day, they don't say anything. so how do i know? i'm a smart girl... i know. i can tell. and add in a dash of womens' intuition, i can practically predict when they'll intercept. but too bad i'm not a woman yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all i can recall for now. i've realised after this crying incident that i've been bottling up 6 years of jealousy, angst, hatred, etc. and now its all flowing out. i feel much better, better than i've ever been in years... but i feel sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro told my dad and mum what i told him that night. which is what i typed above. so now, my mum's avoiding me, treating me colder, while my dad's trying hard to make amendments.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts. as in the way my mum's reacting. i'd rather hold everything in for a couple more years than to have my mum act this way towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vision's blurred now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that i'm upset among minor things... maybe you're right. maybe all these ramblings are the result of adolscence. maybe i'll look back on this blog entry and say "Noreen, that was stupid." maybe its because of all the hormones in my bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, its a form of therapy... you know, the say-it-all-out-and-feel-much-better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably be more mellow when school reopens... still as cheerful, but more level-headed. much more level-headed. since i've let these emotions out. thanks for reading... i really appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110308360059821243?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110308360059821243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110308360059821243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110308360059821243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110308360059821243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110091638615636350</id><published>2004-11-20T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T17:59:02.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam trip, dark dreams, Emily of Emerald Hill, Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This shall be a long entry. i'm gonna blog abt the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Batam Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. The Dreams that I've been having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. The Literature Book for 2005, Emily of Emerald Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. My Possible Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ok. i shall begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Batam Trip Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woke up at around 6:30am to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; for dad. my brother cooked eggs, my mum cooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;壽 麵 (birthday noodles for longevity) and me and my younger siblings made dessert -- chocolated coated strawberries, peach half w/ ice cream balled up in the space where the seed is supposed to be and more ice cream on the top, covering the peach. my dad seemed to enjoy everything. then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY OLDER BROTHER, LEO, PUT ON MAKEUP!&lt;br /&gt;and i was his makeup artist! i did a great job! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo put on lipstick, eye shadow, blusher, the eyebrow thingy &amp; mascara. then we went to HarbourFront. as we walked through the new building towards the ferry terminal, people gave him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one small boy ran away from him. the small boy was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-turns head to see who casted the big shadow over him-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-sees make up on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-whimpers-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-runs away in search of mother-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother was horrified!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to watsons' to sample the lipgloss. my brother, my younger sis and i put on some lipgloss. while waiting for the ferry, we played taiti. soon after, my cousin came. when he saw my brother's makeup, he did something to this extent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-covers mouth with both hands- "OH MY GOD!!! What did you do?! Put makeup?! Crazy ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went on the ferry, then check into the hotel, then i found out that i had to sleep on a bed of cushions on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt; cos i'm the smallest person (out of me, my bro, my cousin, my auntie &amp; my uncle). anyway, my bed was "custom made", thanks to my uncle, so it was fun while it lasted. so the sleeping arrangements were like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle and auntie, 1 bedrm. my bro, cousin and me, 1 bedrm. the rest of my family, another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to play golf. the night before the trip, my dad told us that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; caddy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos a caucasian guy drove the buggy superfast, and she was flung off the back of the buggy wher she was sitting. she smashed her head against a relatively big stone and the caucasian guy was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What have i done?!"  &lt;/span&gt;so he carried her all the way to the reception building and rushed her to the hospital. she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my father was there at that time, so after his game, he fetched a whole bunch of caddies, together with his friend, to the hospital to visit the female caddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 9 holes, i was damn tired. but i stayed. and drove buggy for the next 9 holes, playing the occasional hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;after the game, we went back to the hotel and more relatives joined us. for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Dinner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;while my cousin, Gabriel, my uncle and auntie, and my bro and dad stayed on. Gabriel had to stay on cos he's challenging himself to par the whole course (he's transferring to Sports School next year) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i'll leave it at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110091638615636350?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110091638615636350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110091638615636350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110091638615636350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110091638615636350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/11/batam-trip-dark-dreams-emily-of.html' title='Batam trip, dark dreams, Emily of Emerald Hill, Insomnia'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-110069539031868818</id><published>2004-11-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:43:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGKANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I FELL INTO A DRAIN TODAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily.about 5.40pm. just 2 minutes ago, i was happily scooting along on my skate scooter, going home from my neighbour's house. i turned right onto the pathway and scooted some more. then, i made the fatal mistake of deciding to switch from my left foot propelling to scooter to my right foot. i did not want to take the risk of changing feet while scooting, so i put my left foot on the ground in an attempt to skid to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i chose the wrong spot to attempt the skid-to-a-stop act. i stepped on the ultra-smooth part of the path, lost my balance (cos i transferred my weight onto the left, unstable foot then tried to transfer it back when i realised my left foot wasn't stable, all in a matter of seconds), then fell backwards and to the right, landing with half my butt on the pavement and the other half hanging in mid-air, over the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dazed from the impact on my butt for one or two seconds and i remember thinking this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whoa.... luckily never fall into the longkang... eh? the longkang looks like the lower valley of the river channel... EH? why is the longkang getting nearer and nearer to me?! SHIT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i was falling headfirst into the longkang.... and put my hands above my head in the handstand way and ended up with my legs on the pavement and my upper body in the longkang. it wasn't a big longkang... so only my hands were exposed to the drain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i only had 2 scratches on my right palm after the whole thing. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that yesterday, i fell down while making a sharp left turn and got a few scratches on my right ankle. i almost got run over by a car (was making the turn at a T-junction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the things the above events had in common:&lt;br /&gt;1. slippery roads/pavements&lt;br /&gt;2. slippery, cheapo slippers&lt;br /&gt;3. skate scooters&lt;br /&gt;4. me not making use of the skate scooter brake and substituting it with my foot&lt;br /&gt;5. RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i do not learn quickly from my mistakes. i shall learn to identify the 5 above telltale signs of an accident about to occur and take necessary precautions in the form of getting off the skate scooter and walking extremely slowly while pushing the skate scooter beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i think today's fall was actually God's answer to one of my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, while searching for my younger, more tempermental brother, Leander, who threw his tantrum by riding off on the bike when we repeatedly accused him of peeping while playing blind mice, my neighbour and i were walking past a longkang similar to the one i fell into. and at that moment, i wondered, "If I ever fell into one of those on a rainy day, i'd be damn suay man... but then again, what would it be like to fall into the longkang???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, God. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.... shall blog about the Batam trip tomorrow or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-110069539031868818?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/110069539031868818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=110069539031868818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110069539031868818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/110069539031868818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/11/longkang.html' title='LONGKANG'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109992067992363505</id><published>2004-11-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:31:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt; Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yesterday was my birthday... surprisingly, i wasn't exactly happy about it. i mean, sure, i turned 13 but i don't feel any &lt;i&gt;older&lt;/i&gt; things aren't working out. here's a list of stuff i'm bothered about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm an exact 10.0 cm shorter than the average 13-year-old. that's gotta be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. family problems i.e. off limits to non-family members... been going on for about 4 months?? -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. on the evening of 6th Nov, saturday, my family and i went to Tony Roma's for dinner. we went there, ate dinner, went to robinsons to check out the winter garb (for Shanghai trip) then went home.&lt;br /&gt;    on the 7th Nov, i went for bowling lesson in the morning, then after that, we went for lunch, then went to OG to buy winter clothes. the same place where that ******* incident happened. how nice. luckily there was no thief there, or God help the poor person after i'm done with him/her. then we went home, my bro gave me the Sun YanZi cd he bought for me [he didn't tear off the pricetag... it was $8.90... do you think its pirated? never mind... the sound quality seems ok...] then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;    nothing seems to be wrong right? but something &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; wrong. might as well have swopped the 6th with the 7th so that i can &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; feel happier on my birthday. heck. can't be done anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i didn't have a cake. my mum forgot about it. so we have to buy it on thursday, bring it to batam on friday, and i'll cut it there together with my dad. my dad's birthday is on the 12th Nov... that's why we cut the cake together. and right now, i don't feel as close to my dad as last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i've found out more family problems. nice surprise there huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i keep on having dark thoughts... do you know what i mean? not sick thoughts but dark thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. my right arm has more muscles than my left arm. how to even them out? -shrug once more-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, there are things to be happy about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i changed a few things about my approach when bowling. now i can bowl better. but the downside is that i have to use more strength. but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm enlightened about some stuff. stuff that i was unaware of last time (duh). so now, i;m enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i received birthday presents... 4 for now. better than last year... or is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm drinking more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. new car. collected on the 6th Nov before going to Tony Roma's. details: KIA Carnival - Ruby Red - SFN 9263 D - more spacious than the average 7-seater - GET ONE NOW!!! $83,000... better than getting a BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. on the 6th Nov, around 2pm i reached takashimaya and went to meet up with &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calyn. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she gave me a scorpio pendant for my birthday, as well as 2 other birthday cards for Renee and Melissa Sng. then we went to Macs and then she went off.&lt;br /&gt;    i wandered around, or rather got lost, in taka for 1 hr or so...wanted to buy myself a present in the form of a pair of OP pants but had no money, so the thought perished. then i made my way to Harbourfront to &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; house [Carribean @ Keppel Bay -- my dad will give it to me in his will... i suppose. my male siblings get landed properties and my younger sis gets an apartment in the Orchard area]. then went fishing in the channels... dad, mum and younger siblings were already fishing. i got 3 bites... then last one my dad took over and &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; caught a fish. anyhow, we went home with &lt;b&gt;1 fish and 1 sotong&lt;/b&gt;, which previously squirted ink at my younger sis's right leg. &lt;b&gt;YOU GO, SOTONG!!!&lt;/b&gt; =) hah.&lt;br /&gt;    then went to Tony Roma's in the new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Calyn... you're a great friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.... i almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                 &lt;b&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;QI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YOU'D BETTER BE READING THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well... goodnight every one! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks Sufen for the birthday present... although i left it in school and you had to bring it home... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's bowling training tomorrow! AT LAST!!! -sigh of relief-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109992067992363505?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109992067992363505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109992067992363505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109992067992363505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109992067992363505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109936409397947988</id><published>2004-11-02T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:26:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[nothing]</title><content type='html'>after much consideration on my and my bro's part, i deleted the previous entry about the stupid woman stealing from OG. i figured that there's no point cursing the woman cos it won't change the dirty little lowdown deed that she had done. (am i contradicting myself here?) anyway, i used many f words in that entry so i guess its better to delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed lately that i have very violent moodswings. i got very riled up in the woman-stealing-from-OG entry, but in the badminton entry, i was very happy. weird. i will try to control my temper... if i can. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... today, i woke up at 10:30. last night slept at 11:45... that means i slept for about 10 hr 45 mins... nice. usually i only sleep for about 7hrs... i must have been really really tired last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, watched 50 first dates at my house in the morning. halfway, my bro left for tennis training. then ymy 2 younger siblings came home. then we watched lilo &amp;amp; stitch the movie together. nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe me and my bro will take the 2 younger ones to watch a movie on their birthday -- 6 Dec. he promised loraine last month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109936409397947988?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109936409397947988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109936409397947988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109936409397947988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109936409397947988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/11/nothing.html' title='[nothing]'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109914993457424056</id><published>2004-10-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:25:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton rocks! (and so do I )  =)</title><content type='html'>I just played badminton from 7:30 to 9:40pm... it was &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;! anyway, my backhand sucks like s**t and my forehand is... good but not powerful enough... so i can't hit from one end of the court to the other. :( anyhow, at the start, there were taekwondo (or judo) ppl on the stage [badminton courts are in front of the stage] and they were doing the "ha"s and "haiya"s and the salutes and stuff... some of them stepped into the court and i couldn't hit the shuttlecock because of those birds. and i was practising backhand!!! grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they left... =D so me, my parents and younger sis played on the court... doubles. me + mum &amp; dad + younger sis. i took the front and mum took the back. we didn't co-ordinate well and got beaten (but not thrashed) by my dad and sis. second half, we thrashed them 15 - 1. HAH! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a woman from the other court came over and wanted to play doubles with me, mum and dad. her name's Karen. so Karen + mum &amp;amp; me + dad. we got thrashed 15- 0. P A T H E T I C. but heck! i was damn tired already anyway, so i don't blame myself. me and my dad were laughing thru the whole game anyway so we couldn't really concentrate well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to support for the public speaking comp at ACS(I). NYGH didn't win anything... =( but never mind. next time we'll get &lt;i&gt;something. &lt;/i&gt;before the comp, me and li ann and sufen went to the plant feature-cum-micro waterfall thingy outside their canteen (also known as the SAC... weird) . then had to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the comp, there was one thing that i felt was overdone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the first speaker was doing the Gollum imitation, Yangzi and Michelle Ng were burying their heads in their skirts. why must they do that? i disliked the imitation too. even though that guy's imitating skills were not &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;good, we shouldn't discourage him by openly displaying our displeasure like that. put yourself in his shoes and feel what he felt. we all should do that. he was brave enough to carry on and he's a confident guy. so, tsk tsk YZ and Mish. *wags index finger and shakes head in the same direction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, it was a generally acceptable event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Davina, i liked the idea of "pink rain precipitat(ing) in the kitchen" =) Although NYGH didn't win anything, its ok. Kristie and Davina were P R O! and so were the 5 winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting fact: Claire's bag, *** and socks matched!!! hahaha! it made her exceptionally *cough* appealing *cough* to the guys... *wink wink*[the "***" is not a body part. figure it out yourself =) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now return Li Ann's favour. Li Ann's a very nice person to talk to. she's nice. =) i like talking to Li Ann because she's a nice person. =) [i think i'll leave it for now... i can't do much thinking right now. better do a better one some &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got the Anti-Drug Abuse Campaign Walk. i hope i don't get any muscle cramp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, goodnight! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109914993457424056?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109914993457424056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109914993457424056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109914993457424056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109914993457424056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/10/badminton-rocks-and-so-do-i.html' title='Badminton rocks! (and so do I )  =)'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109780510945394226</id><published>2004-10-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:52:23.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's hot fudge sundae's hot fudge + chicken rice = VOMIT!!!</title><content type='html'>i vomited yesterday, after 7 years. i stood over the toilet bowl. some stomach-twisting, gut-wrenching noise was heard. then out came a horrible, horrible combination of chewed pieces of pear, hot fudge coated with saliva, miniscule pieces of half-digested pieces of chicken and random ambiguous pieces of i-don't-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened before the tragic incident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    me, my brother (henceforth known as Leo) and Jeremy, our neighbour, was driven by my father to Jurong Point. There, we hung around for a while, before deciding that buying the tickets was a better option then waiting around for Leo's other friend, Shuqin (henceforth known as SQ). after obtaining the tickets, we wandered along the walkway, in hopes of &lt;i&gt;'bumping'&lt;/i&gt; into SQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    after 2 or 3 seconds of wandering, Leo &lt;i&gt;bumped&lt;/i&gt; into SQ. how nice =) anyway, we went to Music Junction to get the Superstar CD which Leo wanted. i wanted to find something for myself, so i scanned the aisles and found - &lt;b&gt;DISNEY SONGS!!!&lt;/b&gt; 2 cds for the price of 1.  i scissor-paper-stone-ed with Leo and guess who won??? me!  =) so i get to decide which cd to buy. Leo tried the pout + puppy-dog look on me, and failed miserbly. i chose the disney songs of course. but the presence of Jeremy and SQ caused me to became a &lt;i&gt;good person&lt;/i&gt;. so i chose the Superstar cd instead. the cd is now in my possession. hah! and i's still gonna get the disney cd for my birthday. Leo's gonna pay for &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; cds. and i keep &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;! woot! =) [partly cos i'm the one with the cd player] hah! hah! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    then, we went to the arcade. Leo played the dancing machine thingy. a girl kept sneaking glances at him while he was dancing... but she's not pretty and dresses like a slut... but who knows? maybe underneath all those layers of masking and pretences lies a sincere, pure heart...  but i digress. then we went into the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    sitting arrangment (left to right): SQ, Leo, me, Jeremy. Jeremy got left out during the movie cos i didn't communicate with him... i feel guilty to ruin the movie for him. i considered making comments about the movie to him a few times during the movie... but i was thinking "what if i interupt him in the middle of all the action?" so i conveyed my comments to Leo instead. sigh... maybe i should have just talked to him during the movie... but that can't be changed. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    after the movie, we went to eat dinner. initially, there wasn't any available table so we decided to get individual seats at different places. in the end, SQ secured a table for four... =) we all went to the same stall for food. the cunning uncle upped the price without telling... here's the conversation translated into english from chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: hi girl, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh... chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;uncle: ok... you want to add some char siew?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;uncle: ok... $4.50 please&lt;br /&gt;me: (thinks "damnit! i fell for it! damn the uncle! cunning, sly, sneaky uncle!") ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't mention the price increase at all. cunning uncle. all four of us ended up with "extra meat" in our plates. &lt;i&gt;how coincidental. i wonder what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;then, we went back to the arcade... and saw 2 &lt;b&gt;girls&lt;/b&gt; who totally trashed Leo's butt in the dance maching thingy. they were those kind of super people who can tackle those damn fast songs with ease. sigh... some people were born with it. either that or they practised at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    we went to McDonald's to redeem the fries prize for my younger siblings... then SQ went home. me, Leo and Jeremy sat along the walkway and started eating sundae. (only me and Leo ate)  i finished the ice cream, leaving the hot fudge there. then, slowly but carefully, i scooped up the remaining fudge and consumed it. i felt nauseous on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    reached home, ate pear. then i felt as if something was lodged in my throat. so i thought "aiya, vomit it out lah." then out came whatever was described in the beginning of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    there. the truth is out. and i'm going to sleep... blog another time.... bye bye.. goodnight! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109780510945394226?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109780510945394226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109780510945394226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109780510945394226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109780510945394226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/10/mcdonalds-hot-fudge-sundaes-hot-fudge.html' title='McDonald&apos;s hot fudge sundae&apos;s hot fudge + chicken rice = VOMIT!!!'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109456486566482179</id><published>2004-09-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:47:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone! its nice to be blogging once more... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to school BY PUBLIC BUS and went home again, BY PUBLIC BUS. you must be thinking "no big deal.... so what?" but its my first time doing that... pathetic right? all my life, i've been driven around in my mum's/dad's car... i've never taken public bus to and fro. of cos i've taken MRT. i'm not THAT pathetic.... -.-  Anyway, today, i went to school cos i wanted to take that English mock exam thing... i overtimed by 5 mins...thats that for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and ChanYi were doing the paper in the eng dept meeting room, a teacher's phone started ringing. it was a very disco-ish ring tone. then she lets it ring for a while more, after seeing the amused looks on our faces... then she picks it up and starts to walk out of the staff room. on the way, she said this: "No chicken no duck ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me and ChanYi started laughing.... mostly Chanyi though but of cos, being the kind soul that i am, i joined her  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ow came in and out during the last 5 mins to "oversee" my work... i was doing the summary of Passage A.&lt;br /&gt;First time she came in: "Noreen, are you done yet? It's almost time you know..."&lt;br /&gt;                                         "Just starting on the summary..."&lt;br /&gt;                                        " What? You haven't started?" -surprise surprise!-&lt;br /&gt;                                        "Yes, i haven't."&lt;br /&gt;                                        " You better hurry ok? It's almost time up already"&lt;br /&gt;                                        "Ok Ms Ow"&lt;br /&gt;Second Time: "Are you done yet?"&lt;br /&gt;                         "Just 40 more words to go!"&lt;br /&gt;                         *breath escapes quickly*"You better hurry... ok i'll give you 5 more mins to finsh                          this"&lt;br /&gt;                                "ok"&lt;br /&gt;Third Time: *comes in and sits besides me* "so how? done yet?"&lt;br /&gt;                         "not yet... 15 more words to go"&lt;br /&gt;                         "Noreen, you should hurry... your time's up already..."&lt;br /&gt;                         *was scribbling while she was talking* "ok done!"&lt;br /&gt;                         "Check through your work... don't leave any blanks"&lt;br /&gt;                         *thinks: she sounds motherly.... thats weird* "ok..." *flips to Compre cloze page*&lt;br /&gt;                         "You girls gave very amusing answers for the comprehension cloze... its obvious                             that you girls don't think much about wigs you know! I'm serious! you girls ah...."&lt;br /&gt;                         *looks at Ms Ow suspiciously, then gives her the paper*&lt;br /&gt;                         "ok that's it. you can go home now."&lt;br /&gt;                         "ok... bye Ms Ow!"*grabs bag and flees to library*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know.  heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was showering just now, i was thinking: Since God made us, who made God??? another God????&lt;br /&gt;anyone got an answer? even if you don't, never mind. i expected that from you anyway. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churrah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109456486566482179?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109456486566482179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109456486566482179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109456486566482179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109456486566482179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!!'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109401764506092780</id><published>2004-09-01T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:47:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>last night, i had about 20 nightmares in a row. all less than one minute long, but still as scary as your typical full-blown nightmare. they all had something in common -- the characters in them were people i know and recognise. For example, i dreamt that He Lao Shi was a nurse. A fat and grossly mutated one at that. i forgot what she was trying to do to me... i'd rather not remember. its not that i want He Lao Shi to become a fat and mutated nurse, but that was what she was in that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of those dreams had people who are good friends, classmates and even relatives i think... so weird. and not to mention freaky. Then later, i experienced a few of those times where there are voices ringing in your head and your head is spinning and spinning and spinning. i was reading stories at fictionpress.com last night till about 11:30pm. something i usually don't do. but reading stories, not even the mildy scary ones, won't give you nightmares... right? oh well.... hope that i don't have one of these nights again.... *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109401764506092780?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109401764506092780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109401764506092780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109401764506092780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109401764506092780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/09/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109379055059053633</id><published>2004-08-29T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:42:30.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no... blog?</title><content type='html'>*shrug* anyway, its been quite some time since you last saw an update... sorry about that... -__-" But never mind! some of the reasons why i failed in my quest to update my blog weekly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't know why, but the starhub people (or something like that) disconnected my house's internet connection... [although later on, when the computer man came, all he did was reboot the whole system, including the modem, and the bloody thing connected itself... -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) too much homework [partly because i was slacking and didn't manage to finish my work on time...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Didn't bother to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Didn't even want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know. Shoot me. but before you end my pathetic life... i just want to say "THANKS A LOT!!!"   *&lt;i&gt;bang!!!*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i was talking crap, or rather, crapping. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: went to trim hair. was half-asleep when that shampoo-ing guy was shampoo-ing my hair. i could see that the guy was annoyed, through my half-open eyelids. then, when the other guy (let's call him the cut-hair guy)  was cutting my hair, i was wide awake... in case, like the previous time, i was literally nodding off when the poor cut-hair guy was cutting my hair and the hair cut was... let's just put it as "unsatisfactory".  But the cut-hair guy managed to salvage the situation the previous time, and in the end, i got myself long-layered hair. then, after that, the shampoo-ing guy came along and blow dried my hair. i was standing at the entrance of lalaland. i pity that guy... he's a nice guy and i'm a sleepy, irresponsible customer who can't help but feel sleepy in that conducive environment. they can turn that place into one of those "rest stops".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went home after that and we were doing handstands and forward rolls AND backward rolls in the backyard. we, the four siblings of the all-mighty Yong family, were aiming for 90 degree handstands. i did it once or twice. my elder brother, 4 or 5 times... the two younger ones... none. but hey. i did 2 or 3 &lt;b&gt;180 degree&lt;/b&gt; ones!!! not bad right? ^^ all right... then my elder brother wanted to do the handstand-to-forward-roll one. he... was not flexible enough... and so was i.  :(  oh well.... then i fell asleep while watching TV... cartoons to be exact. and today, this very afternoon, i discovered the joy of watching Kim Possible (as stupid as it may seem). Yes, i enjoy cartoons, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had curry fish head for dinner, along with other dishes. it was... good and i ate a lot of tomatoes (sliced, of course). oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i went to my cousin's school, Tanglin Secondary School. he's the main character in the musical, Joseph and His Technicolour Dream Coat. he played Joseph (obviously). And he acted, sang and danced very well. the play was a good one, great songs, good humour, and best of all, great costumes. my cousin's (Gabriel)  costume, the technicolour dream coat was talior made. Splendid! very nice coat... although i didnt get to feel the material... oh well. nice colours (multicoloured coat). and the eye make-up thingy (mascara? eyeliner?) made Gabriel look like a girl. if you only look at his face, that is. and yes, he's handsome. :) Anyone interested?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a "slut" who raped my cousin during the musical... her name's Germaine... Gabriel said that she's damn chio. my elder brother seems to be interested... heh heh heh *evil smirk* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.... i'm feeling pissed on and off the past few days... in and out of school. i'm feeling ambivalent towards some people and pure dislike for others. but i'm not the type who'll show it. UNLESS that particular person pisses me off till i can't stand it anymore. when i'm done, i doubt they will try to piss me off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M DEAD SERIOUS ABOUT THIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i feel as if no one's taking me seriously, especially in school. some people just push me around.... thos people better watch out. but my level of tolerance is possibly extremely high. thanks to my dad's genes... and partly my mum's of course. it takes alot to push me over the edge. and it only happened once in my life. but that time was pure childishness and rashness. anyway, yup... if anyone pushes me over the edge, they'll regret it. if they don't regard me as a friend, i don't see why i should. maybe at this point of time, i don't seem like my usual self. but i dont give a damn. i have to get it out of my system. i feel that i'm a good friend. i feel that i treat those around me quite well. if certain people doesn't feel that they want me as a friend, so be it. but even if you don't want me as a friend, you &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; ill-treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to take this opportunity to say sorry to some people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yue Chin. sorry if i dao-ed you in any way. or if you felt that i dao-ed you... i dunno why i feel as if i dao-ed you but.. yeah... sorry about those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sylvia. Sorry if i was very rude to you. it's just that... (no offense) but your voice, when coupled with the hot weather, is slightly intolerable at times. cause its high-pitched... and warm weather... you know. it gets on my nerves sometimes (but rest assured, only slightly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Any other people who i ill-treated in any way, be it being rude, pulling a long face to you, or anything, &lt;b&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ok... that's a relief. now i can sleep without any emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday, during the culture camp, i found that i have a small hole, maybe 0.5mm x 0.5mm x 0.1mm at the part where that ear fuses to my head (the top part)... there was one or two drops of blood coming out... a bit disgusting but it's ok now... my grandfather had one of those holes at each ear... o.O&lt;br /&gt;then after the camp, when i told my dad about the hole, he told me that i had 3 of those whorls where the hair started growing and normal people only have one... it that good or bad? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... SAYONARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109379055059053633?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109379055059053633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109379055059053633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109379055059053633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109379055059053633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no... blog?'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109211212650949807</id><published>2004-08-10T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:28:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after National Day</title><content type='html'>the standing ovation Goh Chok Tong received was very very very... astounding...? anyway it was very... nice. now i just completed my science w/s and i'm gonna do my ERP. hopefully i can make time for a free evening to play in the park. sigh.... its been 1 1/2 weeks since i last set foot in the park. anyway, read the papers for a good coverage of the NDP 2004. the TV coverage yesterday wasnt very... good. the commentators kept cutting in during the songs,etc. all right. maybe they cut in only once or twice.... or thrice... but u get my point hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, five minutes ago, my younger brother, leander, was using the tangram pieces to make a shape of a duck. it was inspired by his favourite stuffed toy -- DUCKIE!!! anyway, he started taking the beak of the duck and poked my younger sis, loraine, with it. eg. "duckie, peck attack!!" and so on. then if he succeeded in pecking my younger sis, he would cry out in triumph "SUPER DUCKIE!!!" if not, he shuts up. Thus inspiring my MSN nickname of "super duckie" at this moment. anyway, my elder and younger bro are playing bluff (card game) now... it just so happens that they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopelessly&lt;/span&gt; trying to lie their way through. both's lying skills are just as good as their skill to detect a lie -- equally BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go download/get the song "My Band" by D12. IT ROCKS!!! check out the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Outro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants&lt;br /&gt;And the lead singer of my band, my salsa&lt;br /&gt;Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa...&lt;br /&gt;My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa&lt;br /&gt;Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;And take off their underpants&lt;br /&gt;My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;And take off their underpants, my salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those who has an issue with the F word and some thing about underpants... don't listen to the song. i think its funny &amp; the tune's nice...... but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these songs are clean and good... according to me:&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the Moonlight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Toploader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman Theme by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kiss from a Rose&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hotel California&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u don't like it, i'm sorry, we have different tastes...&lt;br /&gt;If you like it, WOOOO HOOOO! *hugs you*&lt;br /&gt;don't come to me and criticise my taste... or i'll smack you across your face for insulting me, my brother and the song(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok bye bye!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109211212650949807?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109211212650949807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109211212650949807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109211212650949807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109211212650949807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-after-national-day.html' title='The day after National Day'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109189073576260866</id><published>2004-08-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:32:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming (continued)</title><content type='html'>i did not have ANY contact with the 'uncle' i specified in the previous post. we - cousins and distant cousins- were cooped up in the computer room from abt 9:30 till now. the eldest cousin, Jonathan, showed off his magic tricks. some were lame, others - like the one where he regurgitated a card from his mouth - were just plain cool. (in case u were wondering, the card which was covered in his saliva was not put back into the deck obviously. instead it was left in the open where the microbes aka bacteris could float around in the air and get breathed in by us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the introduction of the different areas of this house to other relatives was... repititive (repetitive?) what did you expect? right this moment, my siblings and a distant and pretty good-looking cousin is playing 'bluff' now. card game, for the uninitiated. its girls against boys.... GIRLS ARE WINNING!!! GIRL POWER!!!! ok....&lt;br /&gt; gotta go now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Shi's friend is freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109189073576260866?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109189073576260866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109189073576260866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109189073576260866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109189073576260866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/house-warming-continued.html' title='House Warming (continued)'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109186054027998062</id><published>2004-08-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T14:35:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Warming</title><content type='html'>Today = house warming day = Relatives and Friends visting = socialising time = BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't exactly like to socialise with old folks (elders) -- some of them look like chee-ko-peks. especially one of my uncles. from young, i tried to avoid him. a lot. everytime he came over, we had minimal contact, if not, no contact/interaction AT ALL. conversations were kept short. i feel as if he did something wrong last time -- when i was 3 or 4 years old. that's what i feel. but something tells me that i'm feeling the wrong things. but, the thing is, my intuition is usually right about people. that's why i'm NOT looking forward to dinner, except for the fact that my cousins and distant cousins are going to be present. cousins and distant cousins are ok with me. but not that uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaked. i'll just go to my room and continue reading "Fearless" by Francine Pascal. go get that series! it's fabulous. another one of my mum's friends are here. bye... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109186054027998062?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109186054027998062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109186054027998062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109186054027998062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109186054027998062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/house-warming.html' title='House Warming'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109170287828297064</id><published>2004-08-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:47:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! National Day's just round the corner!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOHOOOO! (i might be sounding over-enthu, but ignore me) Tomorrow will mark the start of  4-day 'holiday'! NO SCHOOL once in a LONG while! its been a while since the June hols... i'm very glad we have this long weekend... sigh... but there's the ever-daunting homework/assignments given to spoil the weekend... Spoiler! *points at the homework... and the bringers -of-homework a.k.a. Oh-So-(insert your word)-Teachers) anyway, i feel uncomfortable right now... the mouse is on my Left-hand side, and i'm right-handed. that's dumb. But then again, this is my mum's computer (although she uses it much less than me and my brother)  and she's left-handed. -__________- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going with Renee, Sufen and myself to Orchard to watch The Village... *eerie, screechy violin  music plays in the background... *     * slaps violinist's hand and dumps violin in the garbage bin...then grins widely...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we can wear sport shoes to school tmr... but i can leave them in my dad's car and change into them when my dad fetches the 3 of us to Orchard.  heh heh heh. I just realised that one of my bro's pri sch friend is in NYGH... Class 3/2... O.O oh well... might bump into her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna eat dinner now... Cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109170287828297064?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109170287828297064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109170287828297064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109170287828297064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109170287828297064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-national-days-just-round-corner.html' title='YAY! National Day&apos;s just round the corner!'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109154292311588515</id><published>2004-08-03T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:22:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>seriously worn out. still havent handed up the 7 suibi to lao shi. and the remaining zuo wen. some ppl outside my house... my neighbours i suppose.  bloody hell. stupid 'plant' insects keep popping out of nowhere. my scalp's itchy. worst of all, gotta burn midnight oil. dammit. why is the homework load is huge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109154292311588515?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109154292311588515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109154292311588515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109154292311588515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109154292311588515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109135781847160324</id><published>2004-08-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:56:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed with myself (and external things... and no, i'm NOT pms-ing. thank you.)</title><content type='html'>i am pissed. with myself, that is. i procrastinated the whole of yesterday, and now, i have all these to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Geog assignment which i COMPLETELY forgot (until reading my prevous post... -.-" )&lt;br /&gt;2. zuowen&lt;br /&gt;3. 7 sui bi&lt;br /&gt;4. lit passge-bases questions&lt;br /&gt;5. study for jap CA2, which will take place tmr. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;6.*flips through black notebook frantically*  Science w/s&lt;br /&gt;7.IRS&lt;br /&gt;8. Eng file&lt;br /&gt;9. ERP thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what a busy person i am. thank you. did i ever tell anyone that... my OLDER BROTHER thinks that MY NEIGHBOUR has a CRUSH on him?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outrageous. mind-boggling. and i have only this to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS BLIND!!!! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; needless to say, i think my brother's slightly disadvantaged in terms of his looks. i'm proud that someone seems to like him. At least that's a sign that he'll find *someone* to live with the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bYe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109135781847160324?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109135781847160324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109135781847160324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109135781847160324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109135781847160324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/08/pissed-with-myself-and-external-things.html' title='Pissed with myself (and external things... and no, i&apos;m NOT pms-ing. thank you.)'/><author><name>Backwardmissile-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584469708000410082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7784205.post-109110197344597979</id><published>2004-07-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:29:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI EVERYONE! </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi! there's lots of things i want to get off my mind right now. Firstly, i don't look forward to this Saturday because there's lots of homework to do! (look below)&lt;br /&gt;1. Zuo Wen (due long long ago... once upon a time, he lao shi called for it and i didn't have the guts to tell her that i didn't do it... YET)&lt;br /&gt;2. Jian Bao/Sui Bi(s) [i'm sick and tired of jian baos, so i decided to do sui bi instead... MUCH easier i'd say! =) ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Geog Assignment (the much dreaded and procrastinated homework i have. mainly because i suck at geog... but then again, i suck at ALL humanities)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sad to say this, but Literature Passage-based qns are part of the load... sigh. Ms Ow is teaching the wrong subject. But then, ALL teachers shouldn't be teaching at all!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now... ok! cya! till after my IRS report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed with the Microsoft Error Report thingy popping up every five minutes... IT STINKS! and so does SOME Microsoft products. i've converted to Mozilla Firefox. Thank you very much. =) Till next time!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7784205-109110197344597979?l=backwardmissile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/feeds/109110197344597979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7784205&amp;postID=109110197344597979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109110197344597979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7784205/posts/default/109110197344597979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardmissile.blogspot.com/2004/07/hi-everyone.html' title='HI EVERYONE! 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