<?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-13888812</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:12.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thissmellsliketoufu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-113344381180114146</id><published>2005-12-01T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:30:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/cedricuserinfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/cedricuserinfo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...im writing this post....with two COMPLETE baboons sitting across me., *ahem ahem* namely COUGHwei en and COUGH wei yang jamming on my clavinova, in simplified english, synthesizer. they have new spikey hairstyles btw, and wei en is laughing like an idiot!! we got braces btw!! we have a theme. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei yang-&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wei en-&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me myself and i -&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;blue. as in, baby blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha.....and i watched harry potter four times so far, three at the movies, one on Mr Tojo's pirated vcd, which was SO annoying. cant see the images properly. tsk tsk. cant see cedric's face. so irritatin, and i will take the liberty of assuming that it was recorded in a MOVIE THEATRE. yah man, can hear babies wailing when there is a scary scene and some inconsiderate fool with his hacking cough. hahahaha......but anyway he's nice enough to burn for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah....what went on when i watched harry potter with a bunch of crazy girls?? well, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, my dad got tickets for us at the price of $50 per ticket (he's vip). anyway we paid la. so we went in pretty early and we realized that all the good seats were taken up. except for this really good row, with all the "resereved" signs pasted on each chair. so i asked the lady "guarding" the row, if the row was reserved for MR SIN BOON ANN. then she was like yes, and i said, so we cant sit here, and she said no. and i said, "well would it help if i told you if i am his daughter? Dawn said i could sit with him," and the lady, obviously doubting my status, said that she had to confirm with dawn. and then....this guy whom i absolutely didnt know, came up to us and assured the lady in this manner "-saying her name-, its okay, she's mr sin's daughter," and she was obviously shocked, and therefore, let us in. so we, btw, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me, yanka,jean hui, jermaine, and meera&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, were laughing loudly and going yay or woo hoo or whatsohaveyou, obviously triumphing over the fact that we got SUPER good seats, better than those people who thought they had gotten good seats anyway. i dont think any of my dad's grassroot members really recognised me. i was wearing my great gatsby hat and i had a nose stud *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cough, sticker* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. ok so anyway, ROBERT PATTINSON, AKA, CEDRIC DIGGORY, WAS SO. DAMN. FRICKIN. HOT. HOT. AS IN.....SSSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZLLLLLEEE........HOT. so everytime he appeared on screen yanka would grab my hand and go HES SO HOT.....and well....i did too. well towards the end i was tearing. i mean, HOW COULD SUCH A GOOD LOOKING GUY DIE?? AND WHATS WITH KATIE LEUNGS ACCENT?!?!?! SO HIGH PITCHED AND FAKE. *loud cough* mei o lao shi asked me why i didnt go audition. pheh. i was kinda flattered but imagine me dancing with a 1.85cm tall guy. i mean, im only 164 for crying out loud. so jeanhui went " oh great, so everytime cedric appears, su-lyn's gonna scream. but it wasnt the case, when yanka freaked out at the sight of cedric, i whacked her with my cap. :D anyway before the movie actually started, meera followed me to buy drinks and popcorn. we queued for so damn long and yanka was smsing me saying that the movie was starting. oh well, i ordered the large combo thing. one extra large popcorn and two large pepsis. so basically we all shared. yah. and when meera and i rushed in panicking, we realized the movie HADNT EVEN STARTED. so thanks alot yanka. ((: if not for you, we may not even have made it through the adverts. anyway i was told my dad made a speech. good thing i wasnt there. or i would have started cheering him and therefore embarrassing him, making people think "how can mr sins daughter be so rowdy?? i thought everyone said that she was a very nice and sweet girl??" yeah well, his cc staff all think im sweet and nice. cos looks can kill and deprive one of the knowledge that people can actually be vicious and mean and yet have a innocent front. ((: ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the stupid fan choy dentist (his name is low fun chee) who extracted my teeth for my braces was scolding me, saying my dental hygeine was "atrocious". well, NEWSFLASH MR NASTY, urs arent white either. hmph. and usually before these kinda things happen, the dentist is supposed to say comforting words, like my orthopedic sugeon, dr cheng or chan or chen. wadever. i felt like telling him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how am i supposed to relax when you, mr grumpy, are irritating and making me TENSE?? hurrr?!?!?! just because i dont have white and shiny teeth, you can scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i learnt from wei en and wei yang that they also went through the same trauma. nono, not the extraction, he pumped in too much anaesthetic into my gums to feel anything. it was the SCOLDING PART. their dental hygiene were also "atrocious". tell him to shaddup larh. stupid prat. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;oh by the way?? the guy up there?? hes the best looking guy in the world. and i have yanka to second that. i can imagine jean hui saying mad eye is "hot" compared to him and meera going "ewwww!!!!". btw, jean hui and i were wearing the same flats, just that ours had a huge contrast in colour. hers was black and mine was white. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HANNAH AND TING FANG?? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT I FINALLY UPDATED?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-113344381180114146?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/113344381180114146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=113344381180114146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113344381180114146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113344381180114146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/12/black-and-red-black-and-pink-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-113254670201794507</id><published>2005-11-20T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T20:18:22.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/wallpaper11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/wallpaper11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/robert%20is%20hot.katie%20is%20not.%20muahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/robert%20is%20hot.katie%20is%20not.%20muahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/CEDRIC%20DIGGORY"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/CEDRIC%20DIGGORY%27S%20HOT%21%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;hey people!!lost oflove. i promise a blowby blow account of what happened when wefivewent o watch the harry potter movie. im watching with my god siblings again this saturday!!! WOOO HOOO...but for now, ROBERT PATTINSON. YAYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and ummm...li en and i added some changes to the following pictures. heh. the jay chou one is a random pic.li en asked me to put it.....*sigh*...kids these days. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-113254670201794507?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/113254670201794507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=113254670201794507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113254670201794507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113254670201794507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-peoplelost-oflove.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-113221845701368516</id><published>2005-11-17T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:14:43.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHEW. all that stuff bottled in me this year is finally out. like when someone shakes a bottle of coke?? the thing just spews out when you open it. BAM!! just that whatever spilled out wasnt artificial nor was it sweet. okok. enough about gassy drinks. thinking about it somehow makes me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hungry!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;geez..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.I GOT MY OWN FANFIC ACCOUNT&lt;/span&gt;.....i started writing my stories...on avatar....the pairings are zukoxXkatara....i seriously need jermaine to teach me how to review stuff....hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the blue rubber bands inserted into my mouth last monday, and tomorrow, im getting two of my precious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;teeth ripped out. miss lim told me that cracking sounds are normal.welll, right now, my gums are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;KILLING ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. so much to the extent that im taking 3-4 panadols a day. oh well, after i get my teeth uprooted, im getting my brace on tuesday. its gonna be a really goofy combination. just to warn people in case they faint. wei en and wei yang just got theirs just now. wei yang got the plain metal brace but i dont know about wei en....very practical of you wei yang!! ((: well, i want mine to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; PINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trust me, they look nicer than you think they are. okay enough about teeth, btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW, (amazing fact of su-lyn #301), THAT SU-LYN BRUSHES HER TEETH MORE THAN THREE TIMES A DAY YET THEY STILL RETAIN A SLIGHT YELLOW TINGE?? WELL, ITS GENES FROM HER MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay thats just gross. we're going back to japan this year to hokkaido to SKI.....what got me so upset was that we werent going back to disney land. its the magical feeling that rushes through you which really counts. every where in disney land, its a tradition to buy some disney merchandise and wear it. my sis and i bought some, except for my mom, dad, and bro. hmph. well, i bought this bucket of popcorn, (winnie the pooh design), and su-wen wore the disneyland mittens, which she just slung around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO COOL. but some of the rides got us waiting for over an hour. tsk. there was this one extremely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STUPID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ride, whose queue looked extremely short,(two rows). so we were, hey, why not take that ride?!?!? when we went in, we realized that the "second row", wasnt at all the second row. we entered this really cool decorated place which looked like a back alley, (it was a roger rabbit ride), of some sort of dark evil town and su-wen got all afraid and all. INSIDE, WAS A MAZE. WE HAD TO QUEUE FOR OVER AN HOUR MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mum brought wen and i on the HONEY HUNT. OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO CUTE. the queue was pretty long but fast. inside were these gigantic pages of a "winnie the pooh" story book. then we sat in honey pots and took the ride. first we went into this room and it took the theme of a blustery day, and it was soooper windy. then we went into this dark room where you could see tigger bouncing up and down. THEN YOUR HONEY POT STARTS BOUNCING TOO....HAHAHAH.....how cool is that?! and then we went into this really cute room with mirrors, and the honey pot came to a stop infront one. this flying elephant bee appeared in the mirror and began to tease us by buzzing around our head. hhahahaa.....btw, its four pple per honey pot. so my mom, wen and i just conveniently took one to ourselves. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. godpa and co went to gag town and wei yang to static-ked by this door knob. hahahahahhaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter movie tomorrw. watching with jean hui, yanka, jermaine, and meera. haha. too bad i wont be eating pop corn. my teeth will be ripped out by then. how sad..... sigh...... and jer, there is no way ur gonna avoid the popcorn. if everyone is gonna out on 500 calories in one night....YOU SHALL SUFFER TOO. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA........ &gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-113221845701368516?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/113221845701368516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=113221845701368516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113221845701368516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113221845701368516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/11/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-113215091116174299</id><published>2005-11-16T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:47:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i know people like hannah, ting fang and jermaine are out there cursing behind my back cos i haveny been blogging for about...say....1 month?? 3 weeks?? haha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;im not mentioning names but i saw ur post on ur blog. you think you have difficulties handling problems with our friendship?? wait till you hear MY complaints. im just gonna be seriously extra by writing in a poem...well you cant exactly call it a poem cos....not a single word rhymes except maybe 1 or 2?? oh well. im just doing it in poem format cos i like to write it in LINES. being fashionable in a way like being fashionably LATE. haha. *tribute to sponge bob, patrick and the horrible mr krabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HONESTLY. THIS ISNT A POEM. IT JUST &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOKS &lt;/span&gt;LIKE ONE. KAPIESH?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you think you have problems? i think not.&lt;br /&gt;ever since you had the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; and friends to hang with, you practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IGNORED&lt;/span&gt; me in school.&lt;br /&gt;i have been your loyal bff all these 3 years we've known each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day you just found this group of girls and you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tossed me aside&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;as if my feelings were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; indisposable&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;now you had them you didnt need me.&lt;br /&gt;that was when i realized i hung onto you for too long.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt as independent as i thought i was.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to find some friends of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; grown apart&lt;/span&gt; this year, maybe because of the difference in our class??&lt;br /&gt;or was it because of you wanting new friends??&lt;br /&gt;saying hi  was just an annoyance to you in school.&lt;br /&gt;around ur friends you kicked me aside.&lt;br /&gt;when ur friends went on holiday,&lt;br /&gt;you were bored,&lt;br /&gt;and you looked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be pushed around nor used by other people just to be their sick "toy" for playing when they were bored.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; my pride, but because i wanted to patch things up between you and i,&lt;br /&gt;you stripped it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL AWAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; enough to be at your back/beck-and-call,&lt;br /&gt;striking small talk and conversations only to get snubbed by you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you werent that innocent doe-eyed girl i knew when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSFORMED&lt;/span&gt; into my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;you knew how to put me in my place,&lt;br /&gt;indirectly aiming comments and mean things at me.&lt;br /&gt;i stomached whatever you had to say until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;honestly, its not that i deleted your number off the phone.&lt;br /&gt;my handphone went bonkers and it took the liberty to delete half my numbers in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i called you at home you'd give me the tone of voice which made me think that i wasnt worthy of you,&lt;br /&gt;that you didnt want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;your sms'es became short and curt,&lt;br /&gt;that was when i gave up on calling or smsing you.&lt;br /&gt;after all, you had ur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cliques"&lt;/span&gt; to company you through out your holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my braces without telling you partly cos it slipped my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and partly cos i didnt think you were any more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERESTED&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;i began to withdraw my trust incase you accidentally told friends, equal to me in ranking to you, (bff) , about them. (my secrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you always made me feel so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inferior &lt;/span&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;claiming that you never touched ur textbook or that the exam/test was terrible difficult.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end?&lt;br /&gt;you score HIGHER, BETTER than i do.&lt;br /&gt;i have sources my dear.&lt;br /&gt;and they tell me that you STUDY HARDER THAN I DO.&lt;br /&gt;ur my bff, (and u still are), whats wrong with telling me??&lt;br /&gt;its not like i will get into a jealousy fit and start foaming at my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;if you did better than i did, i'd definetly be happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;you still dont know me after all these years??&lt;br /&gt;im not pretentious as to fake happiness for someone so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will forever be in my memory as a great friend until this point where your other bff's will experience what i have the past three years, great friendship until a point of time.&lt;br /&gt;im not angry at you.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt; has said to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love thy neightbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; (literally and techincally, you are)&lt;br /&gt;i hold no hate nor dislike against you.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to let you know what im going through now,&lt;br /&gt;and to let you know how i feel now that i have finally widened my circle of great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; memories &lt;/span&gt;are worth more than our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; petty squabbles&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember who talked to me when we were 11 when i was the lone ranger.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the great times we had with each other. (HEY OMG THIS RHYMES)&lt;br /&gt;how we used to climb the tall rope structure and stay there for hours chatting and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;i would confide my fantasies in you and you in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we'd spend ours in our rooms trying out cosmetics and varnishes,&lt;br /&gt;how we used to play card games until the cards were as tattered as rags.&lt;br /&gt;how i'd confide my all in you, even crying at a point of time.&lt;br /&gt;the swims, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculous dares&lt;/span&gt; which involved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muffin headed guys&lt;/span&gt;, and standing by each other against a certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ball of lard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the time we had at the barbeque earlier this year,&lt;br /&gt;when we had loads of great time, even with the much disliked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; big bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the number of neoprints we took,&lt;br /&gt;the amount of money spent all together in the arcade,&lt;br /&gt;defeating all them&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sea monsters&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;being overly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melo-dramatic&lt;/span&gt; when together.&lt;br /&gt;i used to make the horribly lame jokes,&lt;br /&gt;making you laugh, or annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these memories will forever be cherished by me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess not many friends of yours have experienced what i have with you.&lt;br /&gt;having a great friend till a point when someothers snatch away what you thought was your one and only true friend.&lt;br /&gt;i still consider you as a great friend, will, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;but your still my best friend, no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-113215091116174299?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/113215091116174299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=113215091116174299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113215091116174299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/113215091116174299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-people-like-hannah-ting-fang.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112926169275037218</id><published>2005-10-13T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:32:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah....i went out with aly yesterday....as in alyssa chow.....yeah we went to great world after i visited my grandma. we watched corpse bride and stuff.....the movie was so nice....hahaha. we shopped around and took loads of cool neoprints. hhaahahaa.....so dumb. we went into watsons grabbed some stuff walked all around bitching about people at school and stuff. hahhahaha....then she came to my house for a while before going back...she may be coming for a sleep over next week....not confirmed yet ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day my exams ended, my mom brought me out to orchard for lunch and to shop. we went to mariot hotel and had alacarte cos we didnt want to gorge ourselves....and feel sick. so instead we ordered char kway tiao and rojak. yummy......my grandparents would flip if they saw how expensive they were. anyway we had DESSERT BUFFET. but we didnt eat alot. we just took alittle of the nice stuff and ended up not finishing it. it was more of...hmm....trying out the desserts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then we went into the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger Dubuis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;designer watch thing(pronounced as Ro-ger De-bui,not Deih-Buah) cos my dad wanted to buy my mom a new watch. the designs were really ugly to me at first but the more i looked at them, the nicer they got and towards the later part they brought out some REALLY nice watches with motherofpearl backgrounds with flashing colours and designs. in the end they gave my mom this huge stack of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger Dubuis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;magazines plus the scanned copy of the watch my mom wanted to buy. so now shes thinking about buying it cos she is also looking at some other designer brand with the funny name. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;then after we shopped around isetan and tangs and my mom bought me this really nice choker. hahaa, my mom said that that day was her lucky day cos she only spent 25 dollars on me instead of THOUSANDS. hahaa.....yupp....and i went home at four, watched tv till 5,slept at 5pm woke up at 8pm. shiok hor......yarh...then i went on conference with this bunch of idiots/baboons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hear ye, hear ye. Sui Wang Kin and Li Ting Fang (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my best bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are officially married and have thirteen kids, with names like : little wang kin, ting kins, and (hong kong style) wang fang!! thank you very much my work here as a matchmaker is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112926169275037218?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112926169275037218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112926169275037218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112926169275037218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112926169275037218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112917438084855737</id><published>2005-10-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:33:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i dont taste the sweet taste of freedom like i always do. weird. maybe cos i didnt work for this exam. oh well. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty. teasing wang kin and ting fang. oh well. little wang kins and ting kins. i wonder how they actually REPRODUCED when wang kin was a eu*COUGH*. ahh i wont be mean larh. anyway, this is an official contract signed by me. although i have no idea how its gonna make my this years exam results go up.its even in BLUE font hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ahem&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;* I, Sin Su-Lyn, a.k.a, SUSUx), PROMISE WITH ALL MY HEART AND SWEAR THAT I WILL STUDY HARD AND GOOD NEXT YEAR FOR MY STREAMING SO THAT I CAN GET INTO NJ WITH TING FANG. IF I DONT, I SHALL REMAIN IN MGS AND SCORE BADLY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. MY THE LORD BLESS ME IN WHATEVER I DO NEXT YEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aiyah wadever larh. im gonna do so badly this year and we are gonna get back all our exam scripts next week. die already. my parents said that i have already tried my best but i dont know myself if i really did or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112917438084855737?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112917438084855737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112917438084855737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112917438084855737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112917438084855737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-are-over-but-somehow-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112791979552601721</id><published>2005-09-28T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:03:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahaha.....i was just remembering the good ol' days with my buddies in p6. i still remember the ice skating incident. AHAHAHA. come to think of it, its rather funny. x) sigh...i still can remember it just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lil' kimmayes birthday and we all went to ice skate somewhere around jurong. ahaha. it was really fun. and rather ironic cos i could roller blade really well but i just fell SMACK on the ice. ouch. okay enough about me. we were playing around with the metal holders for BEGINNERS and my stupid friends (five of em) noticed that i was looking in this direction of this erm. well, guy. ((: and then they went teasing me practically the rest of the time there. tease tease tease. tease here tease there. tease here and there. teasing teasing teasing....TEASE. more like irritating and annoying me. any yiling wanted me to skate without that metal thing, UP TO THAT GUY and i was like : NO WAY MAN!! (cos i was happily skating along and laughing with melinda at this guy who tried to show off but fell down)  then yiling fell backwards on her head. so i took her down to rest. and get this. i was so busy massaging her poor head and comforting her, i didnt know what SHIFU (tammmmmmmmei) did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this. she skated up to that super hot guy and told him the girl in long sleeves purple shirt has a humongous crush on him and skated away. that girl was me. yes. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid five only confessed at kimm's house. ahahaha. but i was super embarrassed at first budden we all started to laugh and wreck kim's room. AHA. now that was funnaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big hugs to shifu tammmmmmei, kim, yiling, and melinda. okay wait....only four of them were with me there. ok wadever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112791979552601721?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112791979552601721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112791979552601721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112791979552601721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112791979552601721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112757707120780727</id><published>2005-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:51:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;woo hoo!! WE GOT PREMIER TICKETS TO HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;like since spore wiill be having it one day earlier than the rest of the world, meera, jer,yanka,ting and i are gonna watch the premier PREMIER of HARRY PTTER. lalalalalalalalala. the ticket price aint pretty but HEY!! its got a good cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why we got tickets?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my dad is guest of honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if they are gonna do that welcoming thing with all the lion dances with the dong dong chiang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im seriously gonna hide in one corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cos i dislike lion dancing. its so noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and ting and i were talking for abt two hours straight. fantasizing about what we were gonna do in nj IF WE GET IN. about how we were gonna rub it into some bitch's face that we were sexy and smart(assuming that i shed 5 kg by the end of next year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and omg i seriously didnt know li en used the s word. okay wadever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYONE LISTEN UP. TING FANG IS AN OFFICIAL STICK INSECT AND IM AN ANT. ( A VERY FAT ANT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112757707120780727?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112757707120780727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112757707120780727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112757707120780727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112757707120780727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/woo-hoo-we-got-premier-tickets-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112697267789016392</id><published>2005-09-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:57:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay okay....i am gonna compose a really bad poem...im just impromtu-ing and crapping on the spot. okay, im gonna explain why it is so erm...un-rhyming. in literiture, not ALL poems rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;erm, i cant think of one right now cos im kinda chatting with friends. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;anyway im gonna use this colour the next time i blog man!! its so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lotsa lurvee &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sulyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112697267789016392?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112697267789016392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112697267789016392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112697267789016392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112697267789016392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112676213433267378</id><published>2005-09-14T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:28:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------okay....we are in the music room now....waiting to take our MEP prac. test. and the room smells of vitamins. the ones i used to take. the robo vites which were SUPPOSED to taste like strawberries. then in wondered to myself : how come there is a faint smell of carrots following me?!? then i realized that my bottle of smelly ointment had spilled. IN MY POCKET. dammit. anyway i made sum mistakes to the stupid songs i played. was actually supposed to play some other songs but decided against it last mintue. so i ran all the way to the book shop (which is just next door) to photocopy. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------im so stressed out. our extremely fierce chinese teacher said that i didnt hand in my zuo wen bu. LIKE HELLO?! I SPENT ONE WHOLE FREAKING AFTERNOON SEARCHING FOR THAT BLOODY BOOK AND THE PIECES THAT FELL OUT. AND I REMEMBER PASSING IT TO HER. I STILL REMEMBER V.C SLIPPING BY NOT HANDING IN HERS. *pui* . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------i still have my frikin progress report to find and sign. i have loadds of pw work to do.  and i have mr thams tuition today. like....can my life get any better???? EXAMS ARE COMING UP AND MY MOM WONT BRING ME OUT TO RELAX AFTER NETTBALL ON FRIDAY. )): . WHATS EVERYBODY'S  PROBLEM?!?!?!?fl;ajs;lfkasdl;fkasdjfkjklasdfql;riaweopru weoi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------im so pressurized to do well this exam. not by my parents nor anyone else. but this stupid voice in my head going "...njc...njc...njc......"ting fang and i are hoping to go there. alalallalalaa. i dun think i can make it. ok grace is COMMANDING us to off the com now cos miss tsien is coming bubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lostsa lurve &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112676213433267378?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112676213433267378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112676213433267378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112676213433267378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112676213433267378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112636153689184026</id><published>2005-09-10T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:12:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahaha...i went to the gym today and did 5km....for once i did something as long as THAT. ((: . oh and the last time i went to work out with jer, i changed the stupid blaring rock channel to symphony 92.5 fm and this cock eyed-one eye red guy..(he's asian) asked:excuse me...is this ur gym?? omg...like i didnt understand a word he said he had this stupid accent. then i was "HUH?!" and then he said "are u putting on this channel for the gym??" and i knew what he was hitting at. trying to say that i was an inconsiderate jerk. but just to annoy him i just pretended not to understand him so after asking me the same two questions....he just said "ok" and turned awaay and started to CYCLE. wanna go work out go jogging or something. not cycle! SO PATHETIC. then after i finished working out, i told him"hey, if you wanna change the channel or something you can go ahead"(but i was kinda aggresive abt this) and he was like "yes...please do" like excuse me. i said YOU can change the channel. not I help YOU change the freaking channel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so i started to walk out and he HAD THE AUDACITY TO TELL ME:" EXCUSE ME!CAN U PLEASE CHANGE THE  CHANNEL?!?!?(he was practically shouting)"so i just any how turned the knob and said"i have no idea which channel you want" and i walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHO EVER THIS GUY IS YOU BETTER WATCH OUT WHEN YOU GO DO UR FEEBLE EXERCISE AT THE GYM COS THIS GIRL AIN'T HAPPY ABOUT WHAT YOU DID OR WHAT YOU SAID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112636153689184026?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112636153689184026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112636153689184026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112636153689184026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112636153689184026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112619550480441732</id><published>2005-09-08T08:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:05:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahaa....reading shifu's blog is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway im back from england. rather good. went to lego land and stuff. love my family loads. for the first time on the plane(there and back) i didnt even feel bored! so many nice korean movies to watch. the japaneese movie SCHOOL WARS : HERO was so nice.....all the guys were so good looking. and im not. lalalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will always fantasize then suddenly i hear a voice sounding very similar to jermaine's saying :"GET BACK TO REALITY SU-LYN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then a voice from tammei sounding really wise saying :" su-lyn san.....concentrate now you must....play later, then you will"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then someone good looking will drift into view............and then my books and a report books drift into another view.......and they place themselves on a weighing machine.....and the books will appear to be heavier than that extremely good looking irresistable @&amp;*(*&amp;amp; #$%^)(  $%^&amp;)(* face. (trust me. you wont wanna know what i said). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ahhh...i always wonder how i can sleep through history class and blunder through with an A1.......oh wellz...i better do well for this year(which i doubt) and next year(which i am rather confident) to do well enough for the tru train course tingfang (hopefully) and i are gonna aim for in njc. WE DONT WANNA DO O LVLS. hmmm....maybe i should go on strike....i'll see what i can do pple.....dun place ur hopes too high on me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i like these shows : SHE'S UNDERCOVER(this one's hilarious, korean movie, couldnt find it on the internet. maybe because it isnt the right name. hmmmmm....)ROMANCE OF THEIR OWN.....(korean. only one funny scene)and........what was it again?? errr.....oh yeah!!!. SCHOOL WARS: HERO(jap movie...loadds of good looking guys.....abt rugby...really inspirational...but my dad says its really draggy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112619550480441732?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619550480441732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112619550480441732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550480441732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550480441732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaa_112619550480441732.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112619550412968245</id><published>2005-09-08T08:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:05:04.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahaa....reading shifu's blog is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway im back from england. rather good. went to lego land and stuff. love my family loads. for the first time on the plane(there and back) i didnt even feel bored! so many nice korean movies to watch. the japaneese movie SCHOOL WARS : HERO was so nice.....all the guys were so good looking. and im not. lalalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will always fantasize then suddenly i hear a voice sounding very similar to jermaine's saying :"GET BACK TO REALITY SU-LYN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then a voice from tammei sounding really wise saying :" su-lyn san.....concentrate now you must....play later, then you will"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then someone good looking will drift into view............and then my books and a report books drift into another view.......and they place themselves on a weighing machine.....and the books will appear to be heavier than that extremely good looking irresistable @&amp;*(*&amp;amp; #$%^)(  $%^&amp;)(* face. (trust me. you wont wanna know what i said). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ahhh...i always wonder how i can sleep through history class and blunder through with an A1.......oh wellz...i better do well for this year(which i doubt) and next year(which i am rather confident) to do well enough for the tru train course tingfang (hopefully) and i are gonna aim for in njc. WE DONT WANNA DO O LVLS. hmmm....maybe i should go on strike....i'll see what i can do pple.....dun place ur hopes too high on me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i like these shows : SHE'S UNDERCOVER(this one's hilarious, korean movie, couldnt find it on the internet. maybe because it isnt the right name. hmmmmm....)ROMANCE OF THEIR OWN.....(korean. only one funny scene)and........what was it again?? errr.....oh yeah!!!. SCHOOL WARS: HERO(jap movie...loadds of good looking guys.....abt rugby...really inspirational...but my dad says its really draggy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112619550412968245?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619550412968245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112619550412968245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550412968245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550412968245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaa_112619550412968245.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112619550356265624</id><published>2005-09-08T08:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:05:03.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahaa....reading shifu's blog is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway im back from england. rather good. went to lego land and stuff. love my family loads. for the first time on the plane(there and back) i didnt even feel bored! so many nice korean movies to watch. the japaneese movie SCHOOL WARS : HERO was so nice.....all the guys were so good looking. and im not. lalalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will always fantasize then suddenly i hear a voice sounding very similar to jermaine's saying :"GET BACK TO REALITY SU-LYN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then a voice from tammei sounding really wise saying :" su-lyn san.....concentrate now you must....play later, then you will"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then someone good looking will drift into view............and then my books and a report books drift into another view.......and they place themselves on a weighing machine.....and the books will appear to be heavier than that extremely good looking irresistable @&amp;*(*&amp;amp; #$%^)(  $%^&amp;)(* face. (trust me. you wont wanna know what i said). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ahhh...i always wonder how i can sleep through history class and blunder through with an A1.......oh wellz...i better do well for this year(which i doubt) and next year(which i am rather confident) to do well enough for the tru train course tingfang (hopefully) and i are gonna aim for in njc. WE DONT WANNA DO O LVLS. hmmm....maybe i should go on strike....i'll see what i can do pple.....dun place ur hopes too high on me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i like these shows : SHE'S UNDERCOVER(this one's hilarious, korean movie, couldnt find it on the internet. maybe because it isnt the right name. hmmmmm....)ROMANCE OF THEIR OWN.....(korean. only one funny scene)and........what was it again?? errr.....oh yeah!!!. SCHOOL WARS: HERO(jap movie...loadds of good looking guys.....abt rugby...really inspirational...but my dad says its really draggy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112619550356265624?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619550356265624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112619550356265624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550356265624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550356265624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaa_112619550356265624.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112619550333010078</id><published>2005-09-08T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:05:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahaa....reading shifu's blog is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway im back from england. rather good. went to lego land and stuff. love my family loads. for the first time on the plane(there and back) i didnt even feel bored! so many nice korean movies to watch. the japaneese movie SCHOOL WARS : HERO was so nice.....all the guys were so good looking. and im not. lalalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will always fantasize then suddenly i hear a voice sounding very similar to jermaine's saying :"GET BACK TO REALITY SU-LYN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then a voice from tammei sounding really wise saying :" su-lyn san.....concentrate now you must....play later, then you will"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and then someone good looking will drift into view............and then my books and a report books drift into another view.......and they place themselves on a weighing machine.....and the books will appear to be heavier than that extremely good looking irresistable @&amp;*(*&amp;amp; #$%^)(  $%^&amp;)(* face. (trust me. you wont wanna know what i said). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ahhh...i always wonder how i can sleep through history class and blunder through with an A1.......oh wellz...i better do well for this year(which i doubt) and next year(which i am rather confident) to do well enough for the tru train course tingfang (hopefully) and i are gonna aim for in njc. WE DONT WANNA DO O LVLS. hmmm....maybe i should go on strike....i'll see what i can do pple.....dun place ur hopes too high on me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i like these shows : SHE'S UNDERCOVER(this one's hilarious, korean movie, couldnt find it on the internet. maybe because it isnt the right name. hmmmmm....)ROMANCE OF THEIR OWN.....(korean. only one funny scene)and........what was it again?? errr.....oh yeah!!!. SCHOOL WARS: HERO(jap movie...loadds of good looking guys.....abt rugby...really inspirational...but my dad says its really draggy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112619550333010078?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112619550333010078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112619550333010078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550333010078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112619550333010078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaa_08.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112503884411493471</id><published>2005-08-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:47:24.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehehe...im supposed to stay back for nettball, but i dont want to. partly cos im feeling quite ill, and partly becausei wanna get some work done in the library.but first : blogg!!!! im so stressed. but by now, im suposed to know how to cope with sress cos we jsut had a MORAL ED on "how to cope with stress and depression". - - . my geography test in in a few days time, i havent touched on those complicated chapters on plate techtonics and i dont know how a block mountain or a rift valley or whatsoever comes about. seriously, geography is interesting by the thought of exams and tests really makes it another one of those other "subjects".  so as i was saying, im totally stressed now my mom doesnt wanna go to england cos of my stupid maid. she ruined EVERYTHING. my maid just had to ruin the mood and the happiness about going the england which i was looking forward to for about three months already. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!?!?! ALL THEP POINTLESS WAITING!!anyway i feel my mother is really selfish. she knows by not going to london my sis and i wont wanna go cos wheneve we go for a holiday, i always go AS A FAMILY FOR THE MOOD. and jer thinks its not right to to lead me on on false hope for a good holiday. its really not fair. (thanks jer for supporting me) . wadever. im not gnna touch on this subject for as long as i...dunno. whatever. i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today : friday. friday. the day i enjoy most. but what?? it has to be ruined by the stupid stupid nettball club which i stupidly JOINED with the thought of SHEER SERIOUS EXERCISE. but instead, pple just throw balls about (i know this sounds wrong but yes, we do in a non-sick term)yes. pple try to shoot balls in. but most of them get their aiming wrong. yes. WRONG.  wadever. wadever. wadever. i hope they will show the show charlie and the chocalate factory in board the plane. cos sq always has the latest movies in theatres. lalala. if they do i wont even bother about doing work on board the plane :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh and did i mention that won bin is so hot?? no?? no?? well i will now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonbinsohot&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHAAHAAHA. it used to be only jer and meiolaoshi who knew my obsession for him. but now cos pple have seen the pictures in my debate ntbook they all know. and whats witht his freaking keyboard?!?! cant type properly. maybe its becos of my frozen fingers. oh well. i will get my jacket later AFTER THIS LONG  POST. (why am i torturing myself?? dunno. im sadistic). it was such a mistake bringing my adias jacket to school today. it got  caught in my chair and when i pulled it out one part was TOTALLY BROWN. now that dusty part of the chair is clean but my jacket is dirty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I HAVE (oops) to et my stupid math test signed by monday. stupid stupid stupid. I KNOW HOW TO DO ALL THE SUMS. NO TIME LAH!! ALL CARELESS MISTAKES.  but many pple did badly . even jer. i beat her. WOO HOO. jkjk. ahh well. only by one mark x) and i have absolutely no idea what elizabeth shee's problem is. we are rather good friends. always going recess with each other this term. but recently JUST BECAUSE I ASKED HER ABT HER CHINESE TEST (which she scored dismally in) SHE GOT ANGRY AND TURNED AWAY AND DUNN DID WHAT. so asked her later on if she had a problem. she just waved me away and did whatever to her hands. im her confidant and im always there for her when she has her stupid misery and stuff to complain abt. especially about her other good friends like beatrice and justina.lalaallaalalaa. CANT STAND IT. anyway, she totally has an attitude rpoblem. even some of my friends agree with me. eg:okok. i wont say. she will definetly get angry. anyway, elizabeth is definetly in the wrong when she doesnt hand up her work and doesnt bother to listen toteachers and ignores the teacehrs when tehy are talking to her. SHE DOES THAT FOR EVERY CLASS AND NOT ONLY MATHS. SHE DOES IT IN GEOGRAPHY TOO AT THE SUPER DUPER FUNKY MRS LIM. she has an attitude problem and i mentioned it to her once  but as usual she denied it and blah blah blah. SHE GOT HER MOTHER CALL UP MRS CHEN OUR MATH TEACHER JUST COS HER PRECIOUS DAUGHTER GOT SCOLDED BY MRS CHEN. FOR HER OWN GOOD!!! can you imagine that????!?!? outrageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(okay i jsut went outside the library to thaw for awhile. its frezing inhere. its affecting my typing so please excuse me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well. so much for my wonderful life. this post should be quite a treat to tingfang. x) she loves to read my posts. joking. luv ya loads(ting fang included). bubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112503884411493471?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112503884411493471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112503884411493471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112503884411493471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112503884411493471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112503269502168835</id><published>2005-08-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:04:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;woo hooo!!!! count down. five more days. but my mom doesnt wanna go cos of the dumb maid. she wants to change mila. its all her fault. mila is alwaysALWAYS so rude to my mother. screaming and shouting at her for no reason just cos she thinks that my dad is always on her side(my dad has a soft spot for maids who cry). so my mom ticked her off for being rude yesterdy and that dumb maid purposefully sniffed EXTREMELY LOUDY infront of my father. so when my mom was complaining at the dinner table my dad just had to intervene and tell MY MOM off. so my mom got mad with him and in the end both parents got mad and my dad shoved his food away, changed up and went out. so both parents were angry, i was angry, gor gor was angry, and suwen was sitting there watching MR bean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANYWAY, after that i got so mad i went with my bro to watch tv. so after the tv, i went to look for the 8 zuo wens i lost. after i found them (luckily), i started to read the star wars book and oggle and hayden chirstensen. whatever. so afterthat, i pulled down my duvet and fell asleep. it was SO cold last night my goodness. even without the fan i was freezing. hahaha. i wonder how jer took it. she lives on the TWENTY FIRST floor. hehehehehehehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today at assembly, the really bright sky suddenly turned SUPER &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GRAY. THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gray. my goodness. so the wind and stuff were blowing hard. but after that it only rained for about fifteen to thirty mins. sheesh i dont feel like going for nettball today. i wanna stay in the cold library and do my own stuf like rewriting and point-ing my debate speech (which got post phoned AGAIN) to next nxt next wd. what4ever. im going now. bubai. ting fang. i blogged cos of you so be HONOURED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112503269502168835?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112503269502168835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112503269502168835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112503269502168835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112503269502168835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/08/woo-hooo-count-down.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112476881279058241</id><published>2005-08-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:46:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yayayayay.....!!! off to london in 7 days (if we manage to book the wed. flight) or in 8 days!!! (if we go on a thursday)..... hahahahhaa....im skipin' school for two days!!! WOO HOO!! (in ur face teachers) anway...i will be able to take my geog test one day earlier cos of my dumb flight....thanks to kind mrs lim.... :D:D:D ..... mei o lao shi expects me to do her work on the air plane but *ahem*...im gonna watch movies. :D:D:D . did i tell u we would be sitting business class?? (thats if we go on a thursady) yay!! more movies to watch. i hope they have taeguki. mmmm....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonbinso&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...yupps......hehehehhee.....wonbin looks skinny in taeguki....but he looks kinda plump in my brother. eitherway, he's good looking and only meiolaoshi can tolerate my rantings abt him during lesson....hurhurhur...and dear old jer.... (thats if she is in a good mood :D:D:D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;okay tHing fang :D:D:D i have blogged. now dun expect me to blog in the next few mths. :D:D:D. (&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ting fang likes to pester me to blog. she probably wants to catch a few secrets here and there to blackmail me&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112476881279058241?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112476881279058241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112476881279058241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112476881279058241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112476881279058241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/08/yayayayay.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112358135043411462</id><published>2005-08-09T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:55:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate melody lim.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;and when i say i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE THAT BLOODY ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;do u have ANY, i-d-e-a,how bimbotic she is?? she and her dumb bff called ISABEL LIU. i hope she flows away (liu is hanyupinyin for flow in chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahaha. but vengence is sweet man....but it still has a price to pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i told on her cos she was smsing in her pocket during recess. muahahahaha. but she went to announce to the whole class that my "good and correct" deed was a totally horrible one. its really nothing personal. wait. i think it is. cos she's a.... : bitch bimbo lazy freak who doesnt help out at all, flunking out on all her studies and is such a guy despo *TOOT*. urgh. cant stand her. so now all the bimbos like daniella and york ying are asking me why did u say this why did u say that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA, WHY THAT DUMB MAWEEEN IS SO ANGRY AT ME. it has been since the start of the term. shes always pissed at me, scoffing at all the great ideas i have. shes just jealous cos she didnt make it into the debate team. going around saying that xiao hui  came out of the debate room crying cos the instructors told her off. actually, it wasnt. xh did fairly well, just that she was nervous. so fifteen mins AFTER, AFTER, I REPEAT &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt;, xh was out, she cried cos she was nervous and stuff. stupid maween. she didnt want me and liz in her music group. there were only three pairs who were daring enuff to try fmajor for the contrapantle thing. so miss tsien asked us to join yanka and her partner. who KNEW that they had partnered the dumb TISSUE PAPER(maweens name in chinese is zi jing) AND BECKY?!?!?!?!? ditto. so she said lots of nasty things to me like asking me to get lost and stuff. so i told miss tsien and she shut up. i would DO ANYTHING TO KILL THESE PPLE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. MAWEEN YAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. ISABEL LIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;MELE&lt;/em&gt;DY LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;that dumb melEdy and isabel are in my pw group. u have ABSOLUTELY NO FREAKING IDEA HOW LAZY THEY ARE. THEY DONT CONTRIBUTE TO THE GROUP AND EVERYTHING IS SHARON ME SHARON ME SHARON ME. they always wanna sit next to sharon cos they LOVE HER. I NEED TO SIT NEXT TO SHARON, NOT BECAUSE I LIKE HER, BUT ITS BECOS WE ARE THE ONLY ONES DOING OUR WORK, DOING OUR MORE THAN FAIR SHARE IN OUR GROUP. SO I DEFINETLY HAVE TO SIT NEXT TO HER TO DISCUSS STUFF WITH HER. WHEREAS THE &lt;em&gt;DUMB&lt;/em&gt; DUO &lt;em&gt; GO PLAY COM GAMES AND I HAVE TO TAKE THE RAP FOR IT. &lt;/em&gt;FREAK THEM. FREAK FREAK FREAK. (im substituing freak for an extremely vulgar word, im just too well brought up to use it, UNLIKE ISABEL AND MELeDY ). NOW THEY HAVE INFLUENCED SHARON AND SHE ISNT DOING HER WORK FOR THE GROUP NOW. SO ITS JUST ME CHASING THEM TO DO THIS, DO THAT, DO THIS, DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHAT IS THEIR FREAKING PROBLEM??!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND U KNOW WHAT THEY DO EVERY DAY ALONG WITH VALERIE CHIA?! THEY GO TO KAP TO FLIRT WITH GUYS &lt;em&gt;THEY &lt;/em&gt;CLAIM WHO LOVE THEM. ESPECIALLY SHARON. SHE ALWAYS COMES TO SCHOOL WITH A DIFFERENT TALE ABOUT HOW THIS GUY LOVED HER SO MUCH SHE BOUGHT THIS AND THAT FOR HER . SHE CLAIMED THAT THIS GUY &lt;em&gt;LOVED HER SO MUCH HE BOUGHT A MINI IPOD FOR HER AFTER SHE HEARD ME TALKING ABOUT MINE. CHIP ON HER SHOULDER MORE LIKE. ALOT OF MY FRIENDS DUN BELIEVE HER STORIES. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. DESPO CRAP. THEY ARE SO FILLED WITH SH*T!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I WANNA GET OUT OF MGS. THAT BITCH SCHOOL. I WANNA GO TO EITHER SCGS OR RGSS. MGS ISNT EVEN ONE OF THE TOP TEN SCHOOLS IN SINGAPORE. MAYBE THE TOP IN THE WHOLE SINGAPORE FOR CONSISTING OF THE MOST BITCHES(99%bitches, 1%decent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAYBE YES, I SHOULD HAVE WORKED HARDER FOR MY PSLE, MAYBE YES, MGS IS A CHRISTIAN VALUED SCHOOL. BUT THOSE GIRLS (who go to my church at least) GO TO CHURCH WEARING TANK TOPS, TUBE TOPS, MINI SKIRTS, MINI SHORTS. U GO THERE TO WORHIP GOD U FREAK! HAVE SOME DECENCY AND RESPECT FOR THE LORD. IF MY FATHER SAW ME WEARING SUCH INDECENT CLOTHES HE WOUL D HAVE SLAPPED ME. THEY DUN EVEN GO TO CHURCH TO WORSHIP THE LORD. THE GO THERE TO FLIRT WITH GUYS. EW EW EW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I  WANNA GET OUT OF THIS SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE BEING FRIENDLESS IN MY CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I DUN WANNA HAVE SUCH FRIENDS LIKE THOSE IN MY CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(most of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112358135043411462?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112358135043411462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112358135043411462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112358135043411462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112358135043411462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-melody-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112358008287928999</id><published>2005-08-09T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T02:34:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knew a        *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*      that was so stupid that.......&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she called me to get my phone number.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said&gt;"concentrate."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she tried to put M&amp;amp;M's in alphabetical order.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&gt;&gt;she tried to drown a fish.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she thought a quarterback was a refund.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she tripped over a cordless phone.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she studied for a physical test.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home,&gt;she moved.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice&gt;instead.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;when she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said&gt;"Airport Left" she turned around and went home&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/VO8B1296.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/VO8B1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/VO8B1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112331421433247189?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112331421433247189/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112331273303065900</id><published>2005-08-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:18:53.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/1600/VO8B1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4411/1239/320/VO8B1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i just wish i could turn back time....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i just wish i could go back in time...i just realized how complicated things were....i mean...one day....grow up....and some how and some place we have to die....all these lovely family times will be gone....sooner or later....i may get married....get pulled and anchored down by a child.....sigh.....somehow....im just so worried i may not be able to be a loving parent like how mine were to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112331273303065900?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112331273303065900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112331273303065900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112331273303065900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112331273303065900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-wish-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112278130330328061</id><published>2005-07-30T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:41:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha....i love this blog.....and the fact that i managed to do my own links and stuff..... hehehehehehehehe.....and last night a jer's house was so dam funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went up to her house to study with her. study study study. then she listened to her music and we ate alot of sweets. then after doing math...we did abit of history.....and towards the last fifteen mintues....we got our legs all sticky. hey dun ask me why. but its so so so so so funny. and we couldnt wash it off. i went home and we tried so many different ways but it just wouldnt come off. so i  put on some leg lotion, and my maid told me not to wash it off and wait till the next morning. so i went to bed with sticky legs. ew. ANYWAY, when i woke up this morning, i washed it off. its still abit sticky though, but anyway its better. my parents and my sis are coming home today. im gonna get loads of new stuff. MY MOM BOUGHT ME A NEW SKI JACKET....!!! WOO HOOO!!!!! i hope it matches my beanie.&lt;br /&gt;okay. u really wanna know what went on at jer's house yesterday?? okay only jer and i know what happened. but its gonna be in fine print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;towards the last fifteen minutes, we used the waxing paper we bought at great world. we were amatures okay?? then we put only abit of powder on our legs before we started to rip the stupid sheet off our legs/ and it wasnt even succesful with mine!!! either i put too little or too much powder. hmmm.....ANYWAY it was so funny cos all the sticky stuff transfered from the sheet to my leg and it was o so sticky.  then we just carried on ripping off more of our annoying tiny leg hair and stuff. then we heard her mom coming and ran to the kitchen . and after the coast was clear we went back to the tuition area, and carried on ripping. then are mom came out and we pretenede we were studying. AHHAHAAH IT WAS SO FUNNY!! then i still had one sheet in my hand and it was STICK. as in S-T-I-C-K-Y. SO JER WAS LIKE:"my leg my leg!! put it on my leg!!(cos her leg was under the table) " so out of haste i stuck it onto her right leg. hhaahahhahaa. so then end. i called mila and i went home and tried to wash it off. ahhahhahahhhhahhahahhhahhahhahahhhahhhhahahhhahhhahhahhhha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay so now you know the full story?? good. hahaahhaa. but its so light and in such fine print i dun think u can read it. anyway its the whole idea. hahahahahaa......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's itinary:(is  that how u spell it?? heck....)&lt;br /&gt;study for dumb science tests&lt;br /&gt;do stupid zhou ji&lt;br /&gt;if there is time, do some of the chinese tuition homework. ARGH.  shes coming back on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all fun must always come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112278130330328061?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112278130330328061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112278130330328061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112278130330328061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112278130330328061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13888812.post-112270798463100262</id><published>2005-07-30T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:19:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay....okay....this is the first post on my fourth blog i have made and almost abandoned.....but thanks to jer she has persuaded me to keep it....i wrecked it by pasting a tag board in the middle of my template though...and it has a 5566 song. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS ARE IN HK....WOO HOO!! and they brought su-wen along.&lt;br /&gt;last night i slept in the living area watching the together movie....so cool!!!! and i had giant portabello mushrooms for dinner last night...huahuahua..... there was garlic ontop.....damn stinko....but its still nice. :D:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention what JER and i did last night?? haw haw haw haw haw......we baked cookies. we had a really nice batter. after all the mixing and stuff i washed my hands but she licked hers. then she washed.the cookies turned out great. except for the shapes.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; she made one gigantic mutilated heart shape.&lt;br /&gt;                       one gigantic S...(geddit?? s??? ass???)&lt;br /&gt;                       one gigantic J (which happened to be BIGGER than my S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;i made round cookies. and some rectangle shaped ones. and one that looked just like elizabeth shee's lips. and the letter O. but in the end when we baked them, they expanded so the lines between the lips couldnt really be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. we were supposed to eat the letters of our names. but my bro came, took J, eat. i said that was for jer cos it was J but he just said it didnt even look like a J.....so frikin' mean.... but then...cos im really kind....and not to mention good looking....(joking).....i gave her my letter  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S. see?? so kind right?!?!? and whats with the giant font. maybe its the mushrooms.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13888812-112270798463100262?l=thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/feeds/112270798463100262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13888812&amp;postID=112270798463100262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112270798463100262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13888812/posts/default/112270798463100262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thissmellsliketoufu-.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MissToufu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268457123130672476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
