<?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-5746422</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:02:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: ... ::</title><subtitle type='html'>=)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</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>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108764875927147173</id><published>2004-06-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:25:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Switched to Livejournal &lt;3 ;)toodledoo.livejournal.com/~dsylxeic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108764875927147173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108764875927147173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108764875927147173' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108748344609953798</id><published>2004-06-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:44:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i &lt;3 you.how can anyone be such a fuckin tormenting ass-wipe sometimesand still at other times be such a lovahling darling.you piss the total shit out of meand you're still so adorable at the next glance.you are so ,,|,,-ing irritating, it makes me want to sear my skin out, tug on my hair, eat my foot, and chew a gobstopperbut then again, at other times you treat me so nice.can you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108748344609953798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108748344609953798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748344609953798' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108744885378135263</id><published>2004-06-17T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T13:07:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm doing math! right now, at this very moment.can you believe it,that i'm actually practising math?!i can't.Thank goodness the drilling &amp; hammering phase is doneth.Actually i hope it starts again.So i can stop doing math.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108744885378135263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108744885378135263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744885378135263' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108730729821811942</id><published>2004-06-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:48:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. what a hilarious day.ok first was the usual lunch routine,went to Hans. 1st complaint:We were expecting dessert to be the nice cakes on display, (well, at least a peach tart.)but all we got were watermelon wedges! lol.2nd complaint: Merissa &amp; Grace kept complaining that the iced tea didnt taste like iced tea.3rd complaint: the queue to order was far too long. there you have it. a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108730729821811942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108730729821811942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730729821811942' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108721693673406846</id><published>2004-06-14T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:42:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day has finally come. My dad told my sis and i to check if there were any clothes that we didn't want anymore.(we share both the closets and clothes. How rad is that?! lol.)So we've cleared out about half of the closets.And it's a win-win situation!My dad's happy that he doesnt have to store the excess clothes in the store room anymore because the closet has no space.And we're happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108721693673406846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108721693673406846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108721693673406846' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108713520118340344</id><published>2004-06-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:00:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to Parkway Parade today. with my dad, aunt, uncle &amp; sister.It's so stupendously auntie-like!! eargh.but i found a shop there, called STEGE. or somethingits really like a tattoo cum piercing shop with stocks of barbells &amp; studs and everything in between.it looks dark and dingy, (okay its not that bad)but PIERCINGS, (get this.) PIERCINGS.Any kind. conch, industrial, tongue, brow, belly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108713520118340344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108713520118340344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713520118340344' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108703168595837657</id><published>2004-06-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T17:14:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For studious motivation, i have piled up the necessary books next to me. hahaha. yeah, its that bad. but i dont think its working cos ive been staring at this alluringly nice entertaining white box for about an hour.sigh.let me describe and express what this afternoon is like.ahem.an. oven.the sky's an irritatingly influencing yellowish- orange hue.the only wind i feel is man- made.the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108703168595837657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108703168595837657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703168595837657' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108696175767902952</id><published>2004-06-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T21:49:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aah, point form day.!1) Badminton today was good fun. Though i am the proud owner of my blistered lil baby toes. And sore feet, aching calves, and a very overpowering sense of fatigue. hahah. i am so weak! its been a long time since the last exercise ritual. agh. that explains the flabb.2) We met wee meng after badminton for lunch. Stupid asshole, i havent seen him in 5 years, and after all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108696175767902952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108696175767902952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696175767902952' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108687534285657689</id><published>2004-06-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:49:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fking tired. when did town ever get so tiring?and boring.but funky things happened to me today.why me, and not anybody else?i dont know.but someone should really poke into my ears and reach into my brain,reminding me to zip up my fly,after every trip to the loo.haha.i walked from taka to Hello orchard, exposed.yay!well i got nic his topman shirt. its nice, know.this light bluish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108687534285657689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108687534285657689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687534285657689' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108670101506332237</id><published>2004-06-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:23:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By gum, Fredrik Ljungberg is hawwwwt. meeeeaow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108670101506332237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108670101506332237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670101506332237' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108667185732090735</id><published>2004-06-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:17:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eat east sofa king boaring .sea ting on the chare.waist ting my lifer waywidth nut think two do.sew eye gas, eye shell bee it thing lunge at the foot place neer hard lendend den aft ter that, thair shell bee nut think two do.er gane.such er beachy fide farky day.eye in tent two keal mye self.tank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108667185732090735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108667185732090735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108667185732090735' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108661690046729431</id><published>2004-06-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:01:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The holidays are b.o.r.i.n.g me out.Spesh when you aint got no dough.I'd &lt;3 to go shopping. I'm just not very financially abled.Sigh.Oh yes. Singapore Idol.Argh. I think they should just call off the event.LET'S FACE IT.there are no such things as vocal talents in Singapore.Did you see the sneak peeks on the telly?Bless your heart if you didn't. You lucky pimp. Anyway, his birthday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108661690046729431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108661690046729431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661690046729431' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108650850196540188</id><published>2004-06-06T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:55:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohwow. an astoundingly boring sunday.yesterday's jamming was crap.yesterday's parry hotter was good.Mmmf. good summary.We discussed upon the topic of his raging paranoia about me. &amp; me not being allowed to have guy friendswithout him being.. well. paranoid.he says its not that he doesnt trust meits that he's afraid that if i hang out with 'em,we'd develop feelings.Well i know my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108650850196540188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108650850196540188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108650850196540188' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108635424514690256</id><published>2004-06-04T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:04:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 things that sound dirty in golf: 1. Look at the size of his putter 2. Oh, dang, my shaft's all bent 3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker 4. After 18 holes I can barely walk 5. My hands are so sweaty that I can't get a good grip6. Lift your head and spread your legs 7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired 8. Just turn your back and drop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108635424514690256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108635424514690256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635424514690256' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108634926290276514</id><published>2004-06-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T19:41:02.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhyes, ive wasted another day away.and Iron Chef's really quite interesting.Hahaha.Well! Im watching Harry Potter tmr ;) yaaaaay.I &lt;3 my sistah for helping me get tickets.And Heartland's new shops?-shudder-.Another Ah Lian paradise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108634926290276514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108634926290276514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108634926290276514' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108627881809560291</id><published>2004-06-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:06:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i &lt;3 electric guitars!!!!fuuli and i were playing switchfoot on the Budweiser. LOLwhat a funny shaped geetar.kind of a fine day,apart from numb fingertips.then her dad bought us dinner! yum.i miss the good ole' days.Glad i revisited :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108627881809560291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108627881809560291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627881809560291' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108615338616393795</id><published>2004-06-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T13:16:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know the day can't be much more boring when you go for lunch at Sengkang.I'm bored. Really.I think mommy's gunna bring us out for a sushi dinner. Ha!Agenda?Tmr, feli's place *study, i could swear.*Friday? erm. hmm. Saturday's jamming, or practicing on musical instruments in a confined roomSunday? never thought about it.And so is the rest of the month. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108615338616393795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108615338616393795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615338616393795' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108610149167915037</id><published>2004-06-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:51:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was good.A day of Harry Potter VCD, pizza &amp; oven- baked chicken.WOOOT.I love holidays.If it weren't for holidays, - I would be bonked out on my bed by now.- I wouldn't be able to wake up late.- I can't watch jamie oliver on teevee at 11.30- I wouldn't feel so guilt-ridden about not studying.Okay so i have no idea whatsoever what to do tomorrow.Zzz. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108610149167915037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108610149167915037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610149167915037' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108606050512674464</id><published>2004-06-01T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:28:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH, OH, We were supposed to have extra lessons during the June Hols, but currently, no one said nothin'.SO. I guess i'm FREEEEEEE.Then again, my jinxed mouth always produces glitches. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108606050512674464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108606050512674464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606050512674464' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108599941353440915</id><published>2004-05-31T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:30:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so i screwed up my chinese paper. -shrugs-realised there's nothing else i can do but pray.haha.well on a brighter side,I watched Shrek 2 today.Mmm.. hilarious, but not as enjoyable when you have a screechy- voiced woman laughing non- stop like a demented hyena. At EVERY fracking point throughout the movie.Pah! party pooper. Ahwell there were nice people in town today.We were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108599941353440915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108599941353440915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599941353440915' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108590565623433200</id><published>2004-05-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T16:27:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad cooked me garlic noodles for lunch.No, seriously, it was instant noodles with about 20 cloves of garlic.No one is going to kiss me 'til i'm 87!Anyway. I just finished revising the chinese O level guidebook. Again.And i shall do it again.And again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108590565623433200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108590565623433200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590565623433200' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108588035095629152</id><published>2004-05-30T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T09:26:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>freakout.in 24 hours, i shall be in the school hallshivering with adrenaline (and the air conditioning.)halfway through my chinese paper 1.Which is not much of a hurdle.The problem. is paper 2.AAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!haha i guessed it.Yesterday was a totally fucked up day.after studying at sze's,We headed to Suntec cos her mum had some kinda stall at the Convention Centre.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108588035095629152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108588035095629152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108588035095629152' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108579926194575830</id><published>2004-05-29T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T10:54:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One and a half hours into the day since i awoke, and i can already cite incidents that make me conclude that it will be a shitty day.1) The phone rings, i attempt to bring the remote to the phone, then lower the volume of the blaring tv, when the remote slips off my grasp and smashes onto the marble. battery rolls, cover nowhere to be found.2) I attempt eating a wedge of orange, and it slips</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108579926194575830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108579926194575830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579926194575830' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108574915627106580</id><published>2004-05-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T20:59:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMquackingG!!we won the Gospel Singing thingy!ahahah. practically freaking out backstage going through the songs over &amp; over again.and saying a lil' prayer.aaagh.but 4e didn't win.jfao;llkrgml;kv?!?!?!?!?biased brats.the teachers said they were playing rock,not gospel?!?!sigh.ohwell.they know they're winners :):)today is a totally wasted unproductive day.actually planned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108574915627106580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108574915627106580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108574915627106580' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108565183824861359</id><published>2004-05-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:57:18.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha.. I thought all was going well at the PTM..Until Arman had to be such a mofo.He said i was progressing!He said i improved!He said he can expect good results from me in my 'O's!Then he gave my dad this slip of paperthat read"Offences."Under that, "Other Serious Offences: Tinted hair."Hahahahaha. i thought i was gonna get it.My dad was like stern- looking.Until, when the ptm was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108565183824861359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108565183824861359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565183824861359' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108561776219620908</id><published>2004-05-27T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T08:29:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yay, ptm day. my dad's gonna flip when he sees my Lit, Math &amp; Chinese marks.who thought of this spastic idea of holding such an event?! righty. i have to go and change into me uniform. =/she said she loves you, and you know that can't be baaaaad.yeahh yeahh yeah. - The Beatles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108561776219620908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108561776219620908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561776219620908' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108557298442943559</id><published>2004-05-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T20:03:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By golly gum, i have utterly no motivation to study chinese.its in 5 days!my jee, that's fast.ohwee! im going jammmink nxt saturday :):):)at least by then i can scream LIBERATION!from chinese, that is.oh shuck, i jolly well do exceptionally well for 'O's.Arrgh fine. Thus, the pressure kicks in. toodles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108557298442943559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108557298442943559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557298442943559' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108548034310875008</id><published>2004-05-25T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:19:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holla ;)today ends the tedious chain of chinese mock exams.and i failed all 4 paper 2s. HAHAHAok and the gospel thingy aint really working out eitherjust a few days, Arman was like telling rachel, "kick jeanette out of the group, if not, you guys cant perform" or something.even if she wore a wig, heels &amp; a skirt.its discrimination! stereotypical.just because she aint feminine, she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108548034310875008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108548034310875008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548034310875008' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108528318212492183</id><published>2004-05-23T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T11:33:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. its gunna be chinese time so id better summarise.well basically im booked all week.monday's mock exams + rehearsaltuesday's mock examswednesday's feedback 1/2 day :):)thurday's parent teacher meeting ;pfriday's Founder's Day! a.k.a F.Barre's Day. i think.saturday i must study,sunday's the awards thingy + study,then monday's O Level Chinese.and there.My entire family's out at Big</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108528318212492183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108528318212492183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108528318212492183' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108513585383867754</id><published>2004-05-21T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:37:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa. i havent updated since MONDAY.imgood! :Dby the way im soooo gleeful :):):)&gt;:)we got through the auditions for the Gospel Singing Competition!4E was good with their live band. 'neze was on the elec. guitar.. aweee. bel was drums and i'm stunned.But Debra Tan kept saying we needed to stop moving around. we made them seasick.hahah.and our item was too long.and how she couldnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108513585383867754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108513585383867754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513585383867754' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108479867574110834</id><published>2004-05-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:57:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy things happened today.....i bought nutella!oh, my new found companion.i shall hug you to sleep and lick your chocolatey decadence. and we played netball for pe.!My team (yes, mine! rahaha.) won 10-0!but nic won't believe me. aint the scores right, yvetteeeee.PLUS there was this  class test on chinese paper 2 last weekAND i got a B3.HAH!.i just hope it goes this well for O's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108479867574110834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108479867574110834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108479867574110834' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108467350512635461</id><published>2004-05-16T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T10:11:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we studied at sze's old house yesterday.cockroach-infested.hah!well.. there was no tv.but that didnt mean that there weren't any distractions. we yakked and yakked.and Ruffled.and ate.and drank.slack. haha!After that, i met nic and we went to gardens to munch.&amp; we rented a vcd from video ezy ;)love actually.yah lah. kind of a mush-fest.i know.but the place has real recent disks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108467350512635461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108467350512635461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108467350512635461' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108452561019701815</id><published>2004-05-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:06:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i need a nap.Lets see.What happened today.Well i screwed up math paper 1 last weekAnd i screwed paper 2 today.The back parts were bloody tuff!HAHA!Kinda boring, actually.I contemplated not going to school today.Yeah.I merely contemplated.Anyway the clouds today are cute.Poof-balls, in my sister's words.Lum O' Shit and i were going hysterical with our camera phones in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108452561019701815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108452561019701815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108452561019701815' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108442980637243933</id><published>2004-05-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T14:30:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ee-yer. Why why why are you so grumpy.Ok let me tell you about my nice day.Chinese, break, English, home.wee.!oh yeah i cut and apple yesterdayand ended up filleting my index finger too.heehee. if i could transfer pics from my handphone to my com, id show you the bloody mess. But i cant. ;)Ok i am off to lunch.dinner.linnerunch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108442980637243933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108442980637243933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108442980637243933' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-10843632765660777</id><published>2004-05-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:01:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh guess what.I passed my chinese!But.I failed my Paper 2. YEHAHAHAHA.A whopping 38.1%.Ain't that wonderful?! I'm so good.And O Level Chinese is about. abit more than 2 weeks away.HAHA!And i have decided. I WANNA GO TO SAJC!(Note: Decided ¬ = Capable.)Ahwell. If I dont get there, i'll walk round with a dunce cone on my head. So. I think the maximum requirement for Arts is 6- 15.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/10843632765660777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/10843632765660777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10843632765660777' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108428417555489828</id><published>2004-05-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:02:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK my PRINTER.Oh by the way this is my 200th post. hah.And i'd like to bitch about the inhumane sweltering conditions that we had endure while doing our english mock in the hall today.But I am too stressed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108428417555489828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108428417555489828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428417555489828' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108419230084560575</id><published>2004-05-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T20:31:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//Mest__ Mother's Prayer.ok so im caught somewhere in the midst between The Cold War and my silly nice ol' iMac. -hugs iMac-ismoochyou, iMac! %)Anyway nothing much has happened.But its Penny's birthday today.I baked Garbage muffins for her.I put in everything i could find. cinnamon, ground ginger, whole almonds, walnuts, raisins, the works. heh. poor girl.did you ever think of me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108419230084560575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108419230084560575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419230084560575' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108402388298671953</id><published>2004-05-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T21:47:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know?Sitting at the desk burns 100 calories an hour. So is watching tv!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108402388298671953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108402388298671953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108402388298671953' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108392640126208426</id><published>2004-05-07T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:50:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>agh. i hate cramps. but, wahwee!im off to have a very cheap dinner :)NYJC plays blasts really cheena meena music.and i need yer ♥ loooove ♥ .i miss being needed. aye. is there such a word. needed.hm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108392640126208426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108392640126208426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392640126208426' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108382344837278696</id><published>2004-05-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:07:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mhmm. today was good.i'm happy.2 hours chinese, break.2 hours english,home.WOOHOO! i ♥ the new timetable.particularly for thursdays.the school should adopt this system permanently.but then again there's a Lit essay test early in the morn tomorrow.x_xAHA, well, its open-book!i &lt;3 skewl :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108382344837278696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108382344837278696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108382344837278696' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108376411949673796</id><published>2004-05-05T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T21:38:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh yay, thought- provoking emo moment.How is it that when I experience something that might be unnatural and maybe even imbecit to people, but yet i am still the same person, they say ive changed and what i did was wrong? (which is quite redundant cos i know it was wrong but it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.) Ecko. i feel like im drifting. wee. that's nice. that's perfect. everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108376411949673796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108376411949673796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376411949673796' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108374926363286384</id><published>2004-05-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T17:30:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took a purity test and im 52% pure. Oops.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108374926363286384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108374926363286384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374926363286384' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108374528486099621</id><published>2004-05-05T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:24:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohmyjee, i actually want to study!:) there's a chinese paper tmr =/funny how Mr Memory fails you after a major exam.Anyway the new timetable is beyootiful.Provided it rains incessantly till kingdom comes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108374528486099621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108374528486099621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374528486099621' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108366058201567396</id><published>2004-05-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T16:52:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maryjblige+wyclefjean__911hoorah, i screwed up my chinese paper!now there's no more worries. :)i got nothing much to say, now.Oh yah, the donuts near my house is so yummified! :):):)And.I love everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108366058201567396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108366058201567396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108366058201567396' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108311728342790732</id><published>2004-04-28T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:57:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like computer lab days in school :)It's kinda nice cos Mr Rahim lets us do anything we want after we finish with the NE quiz.Merissa, Yvette, Jeanette and I are Expert Builders!hahaha. Anyway the comlab guy goes hysterical whenever we svivel and roll around in the rolly chairs.I mean, what else is a rolly chair used for?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108311728342790732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108311728342790732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311728342790732' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108297402863554178</id><published>2004-04-26T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:10:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually Pavaani aint that bad after all.mleah.oh yeah i dreamt of a really hot guy last night.Now i have a crush on a fictatious character born from my wild imagination.I remember telling him "I have more fun with you in a daythan I have with him in a year."HAW!imegonna cut me hair with nette tomorrow!yippeeeee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108297402863554178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108297402863554178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108297402863554178' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108287402569776528</id><published>2004-04-25T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:23:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tried Mac's bagels today.Yech. My mum's getting us the Ralph Lauren Blue.Mmmmm.Anyway we went to the supermartand bought half a yellow melon!I shall take my dessert spoon,sit in front of the tv and dig in. Watch Japan Hour on CNA today.Its amazing how my life revolves around food :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108287402569776528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108287402569776528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287402569776528' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108281111583804022</id><published>2004-04-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:54:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh, its really hilarious..So there's this big fight scene during some annoying RC karaoke downstairs at the opposite block.And there's a woman screeching And a man hitting her and shouting obscenities.So my dad, mom and i went out for a lookWhere we find the entire walkway filled with our neighbours.HAHAtypical nosey singaporeansAnyway i find it rather sad  that they are entombing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108281111583804022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108281111583804022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281111583804022' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108272815515164248</id><published>2004-04-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:52:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:|i got veins popping outta my feet.Saw loadsa people in gardens this evening..delia, xuan, van khor, jocelyn, sheila, elizabeth blah..And melvyn, serene, deane, zhangchun blah.feli, melv looks nicer now with your-type ruffled spiky hair.Forget about deane. hahaha.By the way i reckon he still thinks your phone's faulty. innit time you went and said hi ;)I'm so happy, i ate lamb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108272815515164248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108272815515164248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272815515164248' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108268350636723169</id><published>2004-04-23T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:28:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AGHH! right.im at home while them people are at schoolim suppose to be studying.small problem.i cant bring myself to study.:) thankkyou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108268350636723169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108268350636723169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268350636723169' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108262612096363889</id><published>2004-04-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:31:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't comprehend the complexity of the situation.RAHHHHHHHyuckfou.______Ok its time i stop slacking and start bucking up for O levels.Yay, books!Chinese O's are approx. 5 weeks away.or 38 days.Yes. Goodbye. =]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108262612096363889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108262612096363889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108262612096363889' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108254754878033063</id><published>2004-04-21T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:42:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yayness!I did better than expected at napfa today :):)But my chinese teacher really sucks.The Ominous Demoraliser.RAHHHHHHBananahead.Anyway Puffed Up Pea didnt come todayso yaybut there's 2 periods E math tmrso no yay.But Napfa's over So PE'S a yay.And sarah &amp; i didnt feel like doing the situps todayso we went to the loo &amp; scribbled some random numberand forged a teacher's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108254754878033063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108254754878033063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254754878033063' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108244870560764365</id><published>2004-04-20T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:14:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I heard a piece of repulsive news today.Monfort Sec wants US, CHIJ SJC GIRLS, to combine with them for this year's prom.NOOOOOOO, HELL HELL NO!!Apparently they had a futile attempt to try and ask us last yearbut I think one of the teachers made a limp excuse about asking us too late. Haha.Oh greatness. I wish we could have shared the day with SJI or something,But they're doing it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108244870560764365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108244870560764365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244870560764365' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108236782915489857</id><published>2004-04-19T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:46:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking hypocrites. All Of You.RAHI HATE YOU FUCKETTES. ok. heard this band in HMV yesterday and i think the lead kind of sounds like Hoobastankbut nice, nonetheless.Name's Blindside. yayss ive found a new band to obsess with ;)))I saw many weird things in town yesterday and some really pissed me off my rockers.One. This girl with a really loose low turquoise skirt i could see her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108236782915489857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108236782915489857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236782915489857' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108203333199513880</id><published>2004-04-15T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:51:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Number 1, Mid Year's scrapped :):)Number 2, I almost fainted after running at PE today.Number 3, today's the 2nd last day of Ms Neo's status as 4Faith's Form Teecha. oh bother. :(Number 4, Kubla Khan by Coleridge is a loada crap. Never believe a poet's babblings after his encounter with opium.Number 5, I finished my 354- page book! that i got from Rosy's on Sunday. So that's how my time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108203333199513880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108203333199513880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203333199513880' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108194481375452157</id><published>2004-04-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:16:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGHHH. My Msn Messenger cant WORKKKK.BRAGHHHHHH.ok. Point form day.- Swimming Meet at YCK today.- There were Chinese High guys in white trunks with packs and everyone (SJI.. RI..) was soooo hot.- The weather was ducked up. So humid, i felt like screaming.- I dont like mrs angelina low.- I just realised my thighs are super damn huge. after seeing the nice leggy people in swimsuits today.-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108194481375452157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108194481375452157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194481375452157' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108177387900597176</id><published>2004-04-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:52:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.its a bitchyfying dayand i would like to bitch, thankkyouuveryymuch.Firstly, its about NKF.Every year, the tv stars do stunts to try and raise money for the dialysis patients.Well that's okay.But you know it's gone to the extreme when they start doing stuntslike frolicking on swords.and getting shot at by blowdarts.Just to get viewers to donate.What are we, rich sadomasochist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108177387900597176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108177387900597176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177387900597176' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108175776823077676</id><published>2004-04-12T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:18:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. im bent on saving $200.yippee!that's 20 days of not splurging.SIGH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108175776823077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108175776823077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175776823077676' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108168097459781256</id><published>2004-04-11T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T18:59:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazing, isn't it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108168097459781256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108168097459781256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168097459781256' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108167377216180324</id><published>2004-04-11T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T16:58:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a hot. day. Enough notes-doing for a Sunday.I shall cuddle in the corner of my sofa and read a book.:)!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108167377216180324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108167377216180324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108167377216180324' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108160250268342881</id><published>2004-04-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:11:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//__Norah Jones- What Am I To You?When I grow up, I wanna be a jazz singer.haha! oh. and i got my bag. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108160250268342881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108160250268342881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160250268342881' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108156775512868579</id><published>2004-04-10T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T11:32:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "I ate about 5 hotdogs &amp; drank 2 cream sodas."2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Mr Fan. whoosh.3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?Spongebob Squarepants!4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is:11am?5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108156775512868579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108156775512868579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156775512868579' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108151809161440643</id><published>2004-04-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:45:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's nice bathing with company.and lying on the bed half nude. with company.whoo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108151809161440643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108151809161440643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151809161440643' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108141758210982879</id><published>2004-04-08T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:49:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i didnt skip school for nothing.i have a temperature of 38 degs! im still sane. wheeeeee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108141758210982879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108141758210982879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108141758210982879' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108139550371996475</id><published>2004-04-08T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:41:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh what a nice long weekend.HA!but nope, im not slacking.NAH-- AHH.im doing the Bio mindmaps that Mr Lim proposed.So calculating that i have 20 days left for my MindMap Trial,And i have about 14 more maps to do,And if i can finish 2 in a day,i'd finish it..Next Thursday.oh wow.a whole week of Bio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108139550371996475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108139550371996475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139550371996475' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108125135997247396</id><published>2004-04-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:43:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay.what's there to be happy about again?life's a vicious cycle of unpresedented tribulations.like Continual Assessments that live up to its name.i need.EXCITEMENT.haha.ooh xiao hei sat next to me on the bus today.but nic, i still love you!hohoho.oh. dad forced my sis and i to eat crabs for dinner today.im not usually one to complainbut its really not a Crab Day :(. 4F </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108125135997247396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108125135997247396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125135997247396' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108116895865239305</id><published>2004-04-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:32:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaso spasticMy Msn nickname's"There are 3 types of people in the world. Those who can count, and those who can't."and then Carolyn private messages me and says,"Eh, so what is the 3rd type?"slrjtlajkdvnalsjthnaoifnjmbv b.klvjliojy;dkbnlsmk cvlsidrl;iyjb!(an hour later...)its so funny.i study my fcking kidneys off and my mom comes into my roomand says "got study or not? every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108116895865239305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108116895865239305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116895865239305' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108107315885090955</id><published>2004-04-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:08:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. i need to pee.and yay!im gonna flunk tmr's tests.and yay again!i cant wait to run 10 rounds in PE tmr.-rolls eyes-its time we stop the sarcasity.i know i like to bitch about my food encounters and its quite redundant cos at least there's foodbutdont try the Bbq chicken baguetteat Delifrance.eurgh.its like dices of chickensmothered in cold Bbq sauce.AARGHhow mean!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108107315885090955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108107315885090955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108107315885090955' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108100317512004079</id><published>2004-04-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:42:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crap. been having cramps all day.i tried everything! (not quite.)Panadol Menstrual.hot tea.putting pressure on the hurty turty area.walk around.close legs.open legs.and i think the judges for the Miss Sg Universeare so ridiculousthey arent judges.they're sick headed hogs.give so much points to the bimbo that bares more skin.oh and that Joan contestant isnic's cousin!thick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108100317512004079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108100317512004079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100317512004079' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108091926220704598</id><published>2004-04-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:23:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TGIF!!!!!I just came back from Bishan.its so boring.everywhere in singapore is boring!we should all stay home, rent dvds and order pizzas :):)i ate a disgusting chili dog from Mos today.i think they boil the sausages?oh. SonyEricsson has this new option, that i can send pics from my phone to the com.but i cant configure the email thing! :(.oh yes. Mr Thumby Thumb-Thumb's quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108091926220704598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108091926220704598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091926220704598' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108081616414353196</id><published>2004-04-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T18:45:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is hope for my chinese... yet :)well History was very much do-able,but i couldnt finish the last SBQ on time =/OUCH i hurt my thumb doing standing broad jump during peit sorta poppedand it REALLY hurts. i can press it and ill feel gritty things. haha. ive thought about where i want to go after 'O'sand ive thought about NYJCwell, cos i can wake up late, walk a few stairs down, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108081616414353196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108081616414353196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081616414353196' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108072306552569715</id><published>2004-03-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T16:53:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.the tests today were?HORRID.wtf the maths test was so hard(ok, to the intellect-deficeit me.)i'd at most just pass at the border.so was english.i totally screwed it.yay.you know? someone should sue the weather.its SO humid in the afternoonits SO wind-less at night.and i shiver when i get outta the shower in the morning.and someone should sue the school.Chinese &amp; History </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108072306552569715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108072306552569715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108072306552569715' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108065284261057832</id><published>2004-03-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:23:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>huh.?Mid Year's in 2 weeks?noooooo way!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108065284261057832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108065284261057832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065284261057832' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108047241022117653</id><published>2004-03-28T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:55:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think Inkz @ FEP is a bad place to get pierced.although the piercer's goodand the place looks like its ALL been autoclaved. (haha!)but its so bloody overpriced!anyhoo, jocelyn just got her tongue pierced.i wanna see!its not like ive never seen one beforebut tongue piercings just put me in awe. ok, tongues, put me in awe.its wet pink slimyhas lil knobs of funny thingsthat feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108047241022117653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108047241022117653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047241022117653' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108040102923077376</id><published>2004-03-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:26:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, Sarah &amp; I saw a woman at the mall, and she was wearing a shirt that read:"I was in Singapore!"HAHAHAHAHA.the Awards Ceremony?the giving out of awards was booooring.but the food made up for it.CREAM PUFFS!my goodnessgraciousnincompoots.and we realised that we took food from the wrong tablesonly after we ate.haha! oop.then we went around popping balloons carried by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108040102923077376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108040102923077376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040102923077376' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108035602744357436</id><published>2004-03-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T10:56:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! what a nice saturday morning.i woke up early early.early enough to catch Spongebob on Kids Central.and there's Jimmy Neutron later! yaaaaaaaaaaay.im talking to nic on msn nowcos he just got his com!its hilarious. HAHA.he types with two index fingers, did you know that?oop.okok. today is..FREE DINNER DAY!Awards Ceremony at schooland im a class rep.YAY!gunna meet sarah at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108035602744357436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108035602744357436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035602744357436' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108022312166561108</id><published>2004-03-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:01:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i premonate that tomorrow is going to besuch a screwed up day for me.1) I didnt go for CCA on wednesday,2) I didnt go for Science SSS today.HAHA!screwed.oh.3) I haven't finished learning 3B for the chinese test tomorrow.i might, however, miraculously be able to study 9 chapters during the 2 first free periods tomorrow.oh.nic came over today.he smelled good, soi had him clutching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108022312166561108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108022312166561108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022312166561108' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108012521329620427</id><published>2004-03-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:49:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt go for cca today, so i dont know my fate in school tmr :)but its the same old routine every school day anyway.sigh.btw the school's come up with a new rule-- no writing on your hands.wtf?first no striking sports brasthen no short hair and now we cant even leave marks on our own fcuking body?!sigh.i think i slack to muchmy memory's cocked upi am so humongonomously fatyet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108012521329620427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108012521329620427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012521329620427' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-108004951938180046</id><published>2004-03-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:47:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha its CA week next weekand i haven't studied!i have a chinese test on fridayand i haven't studied!i have spotcheck tomorrowand my buckle's ponked offits a tragic week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108004951938180046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/108004951938180046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004951938180046' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107995152235251527</id><published>2004-03-22T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:34:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fucked up day. and i dont know why it should be SO hot &amp; humid.you know what's so wrong about today?okay,lets backtrack.at the beginning of this year,4faith got ourselves the form teacher we always wanted.haha!young, tanned, a real good math teacher.you find no fault in that, eh?well let me tell you somethin.she has just handed in her resignation letter.byebye, good testimonial.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107995152235251527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107995152235251527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107995152235251527' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107978983983912950</id><published>2004-03-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T21:39:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need warm fucking fuzzies.the world doesnt have enough warm fuzzies.no, im usually not this vulgar. I think Taiwan's President Chen (yes, the one who got shot across his flab tub of a tummy)is a fakerhe and that Annette woman probably had it all planned outto hire a shooter. if the gunmen wanted to take their lives,they dont aim through fifty pounds of tummy flab, and dont just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107978983983912950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107978983983912950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978983983912950' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107975327637626359</id><published>2004-03-20T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T11:30:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>never have i felt so pathetic on a saturday..its saturday.. i shouldn't be studying!grumblemumblegrahhhs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107975327637626359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107975327637626359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975327637626359' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107970826896027999</id><published>2004-03-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:00:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Butterfly Effect was nice.nice haunting show.even nicer with Ashton Kutcher.droooool.why does everyone treat him like a doofus?!thats so sad.he's cute.and i dont think he wants to have that doofy look anyway..haha.nic was scary today."dearie, can i get in touch with my feminine side??"hahahok part of me was actually thinking"you mean, not feminine enough?!"yup.sad case, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107970826896027999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107970826896027999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970826896027999' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107961888715717978</id><published>2004-03-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:10:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i TOLD you the holidays'd pass too fast.its gonna be friday tmr. nyahh nyahh na nyahh nyahh.mission ah.t'was ohkayy.kinda heartwarming at times but its not very endearing if you're not surrounded by yer closest buds.but i wasi guess:)gehhyuckpuimy mouth is dry!haha oh yah.we had to put up a skit on friendship on the theme"its for your own good"and rach mo was the pastorHAHAH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107961888715717978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107961888715717978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961888715717978' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107952693615076299</id><published>2004-03-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T20:37:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>// new found glory__ my friends over youHELLO.it is NOT a nice day. mkay maybe it was.sentosa was nice.Wow, sun-NEHH!wow, water!then the storm clouds came to torment for a while.then the the water level went WAAAAAAAAAAY low tide.its the type which..ok say you count to 5 as you wade into the waterand..PONGyou walk on  icky gooey barnacle-like thingys.Eee.thats not the worst part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107952693615076299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107952693615076299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107952693615076299' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107940613504396178</id><published>2004-03-16T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:04:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yyyyyyyyyyyyyup.tuesday. its stay home study day.eeks this really sucks.the holidays are flippin away.am i over reacting?its only tuesday. hahah.i got till sunday.well, see.there's school tmr till noon for History.then there's school on thurs too for Mission.a ha.and friday im bookedanniversary ;Dwell friday's also Miss Neo's b'day.and John's.and St Joseph's Feast day.well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107940613504396178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107940613504396178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940613504396178' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107935303571986215</id><published>2004-03-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:19:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gahh im a loser.whee!haha. im busy doing my SS notes on sustainable developementwhen i realise that this coming CT2 for SS's Source- Based.HAHA.i shall do it anyway.Nic's trying to get me into liking that Gigolo songbut eekswho listens?eeks.anyway. i heard something freakish about City Harvest Church today.its not like im judgemental or anything(ok maybe i am.)but EEEE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107935303571986215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107935303571986215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935303571986215' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107932912816020053</id><published>2004-03-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:41:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vette's party was awesomeeee.food was good..so were the people..and the games..the movie?NOT.someone should remind us not to watch scary movieswhen people like me and maria have to go home in the pitch-black streets by ourselves.(especially Scream, with a psycho killer that is strangely nocturnally active.)other than that, YAY! what a nice day.'xept for the part that came after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107932912816020053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107932912816020053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932912816020053' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107924141046650611</id><published>2004-03-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T13:19:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is...flat hair day.ok im off to town now.WHEE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107924141046650611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107924141046650611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924141046650611' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107918697442320277</id><published>2004-03-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:11:53.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i luv sarah. :D!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107918697442320277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107918697442320277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918697442320277' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107918572522487650</id><published>2004-03-13T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:51:03.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT PREMONITIONS?!?!okay, scenario,nic and i in sgoon gardens macsstudying.well.you know, when you sit next to a person, that position.yup, then he was kinda leaning against mecus he was teaching me how to write some chinese character.then this jackass indian man came up to usand demanded "so this is what you call studying, is it?!" (actually when he said that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107918572522487650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107918572522487650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918572522487650' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107914902558358528</id><published>2004-03-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:39:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> // goo goo dolls_ here is gonebad day.dont argue!i know it.i know its gonna be bad when i wake up from a v. good sleepto peeand i cant fall back asleep.and yes, my premonitions are accurate.ROOOOOOOOOOARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.well. i know what to get for vette and im getting it tmr before her wunnerful bbq! whee.i needa study.i needa go to church. i needa cuppa.i needa.bathroom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107914902558358528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107914902558358528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914902558358528' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107890959850952815</id><published>2004-03-10T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:08:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>raining.again.what if it rains tomorrow too.haha!yay then. no sports meet.im kind of looking forward to tomorrow morningcos im meeting joyce first to eat bfast...PRATA!wahahai bought new shorts today.cant help it.it was on sale. hahayet another running shorts escapade!speakin of shorts.i wonder when that sec 1 girl'll be returningmy reebok ones.i miss em!my best shorts EVER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107890959850952815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107890959850952815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107890959850952815' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107884003984405606</id><published>2004-03-09T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:49:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAHHHHi hate it when it happens.like i accidentally click off the ie screen and poof, my entry is gone. goneth.well.its tiring typing allover againbut blogging's addictive.haha.well. am i supposed to do homework?cos ive been slacking all dayin rainy cold good-weather-for-zonking Singaporeand i havent done anything that one might classify as intellect-intensive since i got home.ha! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107884003984405606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107884003984405606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884003984405606' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107875311967261236</id><published>2004-03-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:40:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aloha!cold night. i like.but. dilemma.cheerleading.no dance.yet. sports meet on thursday.no cheerleading.and interclass's so screwedhaha!we're cursed, no doubt about it.1st round of training,someone missed the baton.then i fell (with my nicely grazed knees)and Mr Dented Baton went plonking out of the indoor gym.then someone else forgot Mr. Batonthen Penny forgot dear old Mr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107875311967261236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107875311967261236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875311967261236' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107866581526211642</id><published>2004-03-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:25:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! he has his Puma shoes!everyone needs keropok.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107866581526211642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107866581526211642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866581526211642' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107866464463049691</id><published>2004-03-07T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:11:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so its like.hahaha. another weekend has passed and i feel like a social slacker.what have i done this week,you know?yes. this i read in reader's digest in the loo,if you want to make footprints in your life, dont drag your feet.yes yes, mighty true.i went cramming w/ nic again today.did chinese yuckgroanspewwent to town to get for him his Puma shoesbut there werent any more of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107866464463049691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107866464463049691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866464463049691' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107849660620816135</id><published>2004-03-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:25:37.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ummmm yum yum yum yum yum.my mom just passed me these 2 chocolate covered biscuit. ooo.i eat too much! haha!WELLS. i am aye BANANAH!darn tired. school was draggy. had this field test from the MOE i could swear, the new exam format that the sec 1s,2s &amp; 3s might be gettingare so chickadee feet, claw, head,  beakeverything.easier than what we are doing now.no fair!and YE Club was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107849660620816135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107849660620816135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849660620816135' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107840343448266511</id><published>2004-03-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:40:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im SO tired. i tell youif they had wanted to bring us out to a career exhibition, dont do it right smack 3/4 through school!lets just not have school that day at all.its so tiring =/plus today had pe.gruegh.like up, down, up, downthe school compound like mad doodlehums.what's a doodlehum?heh.anyway the career thingy was ohhkayyyyyyy.abit irrelevant to us at the mo', i reckon.cus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107840343448266511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107840343448266511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840343448266511' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5746422.post-107831935394161172</id><published>2004-03-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:11:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yuck yuck yuck..we just recieved the dates of our o level papers todayand it sort of caught me unprepared, really..i never thought it would be someSO around the corner type of thing- freaks outbleh.anyways, yay!we're gonna be released early for school tmr :)some career fair at suntec weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. suntec! townish area! hopefully we get to sneak out somewhereeee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107831935394161172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5746422/posts/default/107831935394161172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatmyshoes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831935394161172' title=''/><author><name>lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10522872275627288173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
