<?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-5668634</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:23:55.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irascible lil me</title><subtitle type='html'>huh?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-112187011645057171</id><published>2005-07-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:35:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've moved.if you know where i moved to. be honoured.some ppl who dont know as of yet will know sooner or later when i talk to you or whenever. but some will never know.dont ask me cause then i'd feel bad that i dont wanna tell you.however if you KNOW i'll tell you cause i love you and trust you THAT much then you can ask. just dont tell ppl and dont put it on your blogs. example of ppl whom i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/112187011645057171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/112187011645057171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112187011645057171' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111927382569761040</id><published>2005-06-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:23:45.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ladeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedaaaaaaaaaaaaa. alright alright i know i ought to stop procrastinating but im telling you i cant help it!!! sheesh 6months of work into one week. lord have mercy.ok here goes the long awaited blog on my cheeeena trip.aiyarrrrr not in the mood lah. so yeah ya'll just gotta wait so to all who ask.it was fine.wait till i blog bout it.love ya'll!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111927382569761040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111927382569761040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111927382569761040' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111760373425573746</id><published>2005-06-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:28:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can you believe it? im typing this from CHINA of all places hahaha. china's nice and all but im missing singapore like mad because I WANT A NICE TOILET AGAIIIIIIIIN damnit lah. the toilet sucks lah ok i swear i've been here twice already but im MAJORLY not used to it i HATE HATE HATE disgusting toilets ARGH. oh well food used to be nice now it aint cause since we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111760373425573746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111760373425573746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111760373425573746' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111711983124418554</id><published>2005-05-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:03:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EHH look at my tagboard! so funky! someone dissed me! wahahaha. okok i know the normal reaction is to get pissed off but seriously i find it DAMN COOL! hahahaha. as i just told neng it means im popular! haha cause note it's always those damn high profile ppl who've got ppl going to their blogs and dissing them. hahah NOTE THE INCREASE IN EGO?? wah lao damn hilarious lah. best thing is it took me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111711983124418554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111711983124418554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711983124418554' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111681799847153351</id><published>2005-05-23T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:13:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christine is dead even before she goes to china.she's gotsim's essay due on wednesday 18thofmay (oops it's the TWENTY THIRD now! shit.)Econ's essay due on friday 20thofmay (again SHIT it's the twenty third now!)econs file due on tuesday 24th of may (shit that's tomorrow)mathematical induction and binomial test on tuesday 24th of may(SHIT that's tomorrow! what's MI?!?!)tutorial 6 due on thursday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111681799847153351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111681799847153351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111681799847153351' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111664913222280091</id><published>2005-05-21T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:21:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111664913222280091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111664913222280091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664913222280091' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111651253938805395</id><published>2005-05-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:22:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired. very tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111651253938805395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111651253938805395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651253938805395' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111556255247713412</id><published>2005-05-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:29:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: November 14With a birthday on the 14th of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them.You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas, and you are also very good at organization and systematizing.You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel.You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111556255247713412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111556255247713412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556255247713412' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111544002259339643</id><published>2005-05-07T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:27:03.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well let's see it's been awhile since i blogged considering that previously i was practically blogging everyday. WHY havent i been blogging? wellllllll tired basically. i swear jc just DRAINS. but it's fun. and yet not fun and yet dunno? ahahahaha but marie amuses me and reminded me of THE GONNA BE AFFAIR OF JOANNE AND DERICK(sp?) muahahahahaha. it's hilarious lah. during math lect? joanne looked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111544002259339643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111544002259339643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111544002259339643' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111499086387260981</id><published>2005-05-02T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:44:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 0738 and christine had woken up so damn bloody early because?? she decided that she'd be a good girl and at least complete her measly two paragraphed gp essay seeing how she still has her econs essay and two math tutorials to do. but what is she doing now?? blogging and going abt to ppl's blogs to announce that it's monday. yeaaaaaaaaaaaps IT'S MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! though my work is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111499086387260981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111499086387260981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111499086387260981' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111491162980792089</id><published>2005-05-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:40:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your #1 Match: ENFPThe InspirerYou love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111491162980792089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111491162980792089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111491162980792089' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111460414452205726</id><published>2005-04-27T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:15:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're the high class girl. You're elegant,sophisticated, and enjoy the luxuries of life.You are confident, fair, and diplomatic. Youcould be royalty for all I know. People likeyou a lot, but be sure they don't like you foryour money or anything. That's bad. Pick outyour real friends from the crowd. What kind of girl are you? (with pix!) brought to you by QuizillaI AMM??? ahahahahahaha thank you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111460414452205726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111460414452205726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460414452205726' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111460275774890047</id><published>2005-04-27T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:52:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im bored and i have to do math. and drama is very silent. very undrama but made new friends fun fun. met vino! who damn her has a brit boyfriend. god i love the british and everything about them. but the more impt thing is SHE LIVES NEAR ME! wheee. CRAZY lah i tell you. so picking her tomorrow. dum dum dum. HELLO I HAVE TO COMPLAIN! DCGRorS can you call me if you are freeeeeeeeeeeeeee cause i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111460275774890047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111460275774890047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460275774890047' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111443793660562247</id><published>2005-04-25T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:05:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im happy. i hope to remain happy but even if i dont i had today. LOVE YOU NATS! thanks for the presents and the indirect cd! ahahaha. LOVE LOVE LOVE!oh and i stole this from nat's livejournal.one day, a little girl asked her papa why anyone bothered studying for school when in the end school never made sense, and her dad said simply, "one day you'll wake up and realize you want to do well. that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111443793660562247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111443793660562247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111443793660562247' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111435607815377584</id><published>2005-04-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:21:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MELISSA WONG LI LING I WILL KILL AND STAB AND SMACK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. joanne that goes for you too.toopid laughing secretive idiots.SLAP. SMACK. STAB.and alamak. i cannot do chinese compos LAHHH stupid teacher who'll get a heart attack when i laugh too much. so i shld laugh more right? would that be considered murder? or manslaughter? or nothing at all cause it was a natural heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111435607815377584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111435607815377584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435607815377584' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111422944822080644</id><published>2005-04-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:10:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really hate feeling.anyway school was alright. tiring. china meeting was erm alright. im in the execution group. and in group 3 with joanne and siying and lots of other ppl whom i've yet to learn the names off. some idiot attacked me verbally. idiot. think you damn zhai is it. sheesh. im sorry my chinese sucks alright. bloody hell.came home. washed up read stuff came online to find that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111422944822080644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111422944822080644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111422944822080644' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111408563463904293</id><published>2005-04-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:13:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am bored.today was alright i guess went to school had lessons died out had chinese fail ting xie went to j8 with amelia and norris.something's going weirdish and im not liking it. it irritates me really. did i do anything wrong? i dont think so. but yeah. wth ok you cant just use me like that you ******.feeling funny again hate it really cause it's stupid yet like what de said it's what gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111408563463904293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111408563463904293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111408563463904293' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111392242543668280</id><published>2005-04-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:53:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i just realise my last post was really well yeah. and thanks for all the tagboard responses. i was feeling really down when i wrote that and though i do still feel that way it's not as bad as it seems. so yeah. thanks all! love love love love all of you! and I WILL MAKE IT ON THE 2ND OF MAY. I WILL I WILL I WILL. ermmm have we booked the chalet(asked da yet?!).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111392242543668280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111392242543668280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392242543668280' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111382746249811236</id><published>2005-04-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:31:02.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate it i really do. i tried and tried and tried to like it and i admit some parts arent all that bad and that yes compared to the start it's much much better but i hate it. i cant stand it. i hate how there's no lif,e no energy, no warmth, no love. i miss hugging ppl, simply being in their presence, having someone just wrap their arms around me, being able to lean into the warmth of someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111382746249811236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111382746249811236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111382746249811236' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111372929249395205</id><published>2005-04-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:14:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my lit essay consists of two lines. oh OOPS! that's the question itself. DAMNIT LAHHHHHH i cannot squeeeze anything out my brain is DRY i tell you DRY.and gp. oh god gp. my idea is RIDICULOUS. and i've yet to write it out properly.and reflection for gp. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO REFLECT ON BLOODY YISHUN PARK!?@!?@!? sheesh.and math. wahahah my tutorial 0 is overdue. SHIT. fail the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111372929249395205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111372929249395205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111372929249395205' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111361841743665718</id><published>2005-04-16T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T10:26:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIAN AHHH I CANT DO GP!! cause i dotn know what grp of ppl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shld i do on the british monarchy????? and then what?!?!?!!??! or shld i give up and do singapore education BUT THAT SUCKS! and then i dont know which other grp i'd have. WAH KAO NOW THEN I KNOW MY KNOWLEDGE IS SO DARN LIMITED! hello i cant even LOOK at task one lah. NATURE?!?!?!?! tian ahhhhhhhhhhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111361841743665718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111361841743665718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111361841743665718' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111347873698679981</id><published>2005-04-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:38:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUPREME COURT WAS FUNKY MAN!!!!! quite cool quite cool. ahaha im currently DAMN SHIT ASS TIRED and damn sad and insane and i dont really know what im feeling. and yeah. well the tagboard's up and so are the links to the two days of photos. boeing boeing's tomorrow damnit i need money again. do you think my mom will give me?? hmmmm. we'll see at the most get from dad waaaaaahahahahahah. BUT then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111347873698679981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111347873698679981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111347873698679981' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111321207874081901</id><published>2005-04-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:34:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok im feeling kinda screwy now and i dont understand why.first of all. i handed up my form for the beijing trip so it's practically official that im going. and that's cool yet scary.and then i just read marie's blog which made me SAD. cause i MISS them so so so much now that i've not seen them for sooo long and she described the lameness! damnit i actually miss the lameness. damn im sad now.and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111321207874081901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111321207874081901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111321207874081901' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111309454524288712</id><published>2005-04-10T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T08:55:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna do nyaaaaaaaaaaa someone do with me lehhhhh. and omg i cant believe that im really gonna go for the china immersion trip. i think im insane lah. the last 2 times i went to china was like with family leh and i DIDNT NEED TO WASH MY OWN CLOTHES! helloooo apparently there's NO WASHING MACHINE!!! tian ah!!!!! die liao man... plus it'll be summer! summer right? well it'll be hot so it wont be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111309454524288712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111309454524288712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111309454524288712' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111296303653509902</id><published>2005-04-08T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:23:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just keeps getting better and better and i hope it continues to do so.i started off yj crying my eyes out. which is quite damn jialat since the last time i really cried was in primary 5.it continued to having clif as a saviour.and then i got my permanent class 127. was quite jailat at first.then it got betterand betterand now we even interact with the guys.sakae was fun a lil deadish but still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111296303653509902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111296303653509902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296303653509902' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111254149204109478</id><published>2005-04-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:18:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna really laugh againi wanna use my brain to random and spar and suan ppli dont want my brain to rot from disusei dont want to change and become less enthu less loud and less mei like yj but it can never replace ij and the ppl frm teeten. i LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!and i will get out of this damn irritatingly irascible insulting critical melancholic funk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111254149204109478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111254149204109478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254149204109478' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111244786526657761</id><published>2005-04-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:34:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as of now. i am officially a yjcian. yes my appeal to cjc did not get in... apparently only 8 ppl managed to get it. in a way it's good i didnt get in cause then i'd prob focus more on my studies in yj than in cj but yes the disappointment in myself is still there. dang. the wound is still rather raw. oh well.had finale today.. it was alright i guess? im just not used to the atmosphere. in ij </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111244786526657761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111244786526657761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111244786526657761' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111166461887405648</id><published>2005-03-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:46:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody give me a ticket to the Polar Express.I need a miracle, a sense of hope.I have been, and am, praying so so so hard.Lord, please don't let me lose my faith in You.i got those four lines from grace's blog. that's what i basically feel. today was better. found yoo na!!! and went for lit math and econs lect. that's bout it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111166461887405648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111166461887405648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111166461887405648' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111158868542471785</id><published>2005-03-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:38:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got yjcappealed to cjcmaybe it was just me? i think it might have been?but this describes my first day.the last time i remember crying for myself was in P5. today everytime i thought of yj and cj i cried. stupid right? damnit. so yeah well.but THANKS to the ppl i know in yj. if ya'll had not been there. i wouldnt just cry everytime i thought bout it i'd seriously be crying nonstop. THANKS CAROL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111158868542471785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111158868542471785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158868542471785' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111141474241569878</id><published>2005-03-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:19:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is me now:shit shti shit shti shit shit shit shit shit im dead i tell you DEAD dead bye bye gone not living no more. SHIT LAH fecking scared. shit HWO THE HELL do i write an appeal letter. i dont wanna have to use it. dmanit damn it dmanit shit shit shit and much more more vulgar vulgarities. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111141474241569878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111141474241569878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141474241569878' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111130124673304139</id><published>2005-03-20T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T14:47:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am fucked up.i have no idea what im feeling.i want tuesday to just hurry up and get here. i want to know that i got posted to cjc. i dont wanna have to appeal. cause i cant seem to write an appeal letter. my brain is just not making it. im a fucking bitch too. i'd hate to lose their friendship but what's to come will come. and i figure they'll take her over me. so therefore i will not be too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111130124673304139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111130124673304139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130124673304139' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111120577774985464</id><published>2005-03-19T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:16:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLOO BORED PPL WHO READ MY BLOG!!!CHRISTINE IS JUST HERE TO SAYTHATSHEWANTSMONEY!!!!!!!to go for the adidas salego for lord of the danceand for sound of musicand to get her converse shoesand lots lots more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111120577774985464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111120577774985464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111120577774985464' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111115618812105187</id><published>2005-03-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:29:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i tell you ah. MSN HATES ME. ok i really had to do that.anywaychronologically.and in this way cause i dont really feel like talking much.wedwent to jojo's house! play rubbish mahjong but still fun! we all taugh amanda and bren how to play. amanda is classic lah i tell you. dont know if she REALLY that gong or faking. oh jo's sis was there too. linnette and thad and mark and guo siong and malilee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111115618812105187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111115618812105187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115618812105187' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111089668782084766</id><published>2005-03-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:24:47.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAD FUN! and i wanna have MORE FUN! PLEASE?mondayWHEEEE bought da's present before zooooming off to her house.PURRRTY flowers. roses basically. and PUURRRRTY musical box. but the ballerina DAMN UGLY. exterior is the nicest cheap one i've seen so far. annnd it plays the nutcracker song. which poor da has never heard before. pooor da. THEN we turned her house into a gambling den! hahahahah we all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111089668782084766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111089668782084766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089668782084766' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111062825109460972</id><published>2005-03-12T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:55:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok forewarning THIS IS GONNA BE A BIMBO POSTOMGOMGOMGOMG WHY DIDNT RAISE YOUR VOICE OPEN IN SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how could they do this to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OLIVER JAMES IS IN IT!!!!!!! screw hilary duff i'd watch and and ren ta BECAUSE OLIVER JAMES IS IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg he is sooooo hot and omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg i tell you his voice..... see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111062825109460972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111062825109460972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111062825109460972' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111055768834414962</id><published>2005-03-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:14:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROCKAFELLASKANKrockefeller is actually somewhere in somewhere cant rem now and cant be bothered to serach but it has something do with arts.was a let down actually maybe cause i didnt know many ppl but i doubt? cause the ppl were REALLY dead.jo's group consisting of wyna and others ROCKED though the vocals were abit soft they really did rock. they looked relaxed and wyna carried off that rock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111055768834414962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111055768834414962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111055768834414962' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111035442445039678</id><published>2005-03-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:47:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you think of me cutting my hair till something like this?Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111035442445039678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111035442445039678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111035442445039678' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111035396498378654</id><published>2005-03-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:39:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>or thisPosted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111035396498378654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111035396498378654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111035396498378654' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111028099338045861</id><published>2005-03-08T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:23:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHEESH i WILL get over my obsession! and i think i am cause maybe it was cause of that obsession that i ended up disliking her more than usual?? MAYBE? im trying to find a reason why i dislike her lah. CLASH of personalities man..AAAAAANYWAYSthanksgiving mass ROCKED! havent had mass as in school mass in such a loooooong time i REALLY miss it to bits!!! sat with nat! and sheesh i miss just doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111028099338045861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111028099338045861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028099338045861' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111020448717655395</id><published>2005-03-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:08:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to put it mildly? im mildly obssessed.how patheticoh well.love!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111020448717655395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111020448717655395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020448717655395' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-111000205080251671</id><published>2005-03-05T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:15:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im amazed at how selfish i can feel nowadays. i've really found a new aspect of me that i loathe and i cant seem to get over it. i sincerely hope it'll blow over and i'll go back to being alright with everything and not such a selfish thing. i've always wanted my friends to be friends with my other friends so that there wouldnt be a problem of aiyaaar who to go out with? and end up staying at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111000205080251671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/111000205080251671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111000205080251671' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110991141447371933</id><published>2005-03-04T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:43:34.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grace ho is a purple polka dotted cowbecause christine is not a green cownor is she blue.celine is a BRAT who refuses to do her work so i cant go out!i find some espects of my friends' lives hilarious. i know im so mean right? but really it is. WAHAHAHA i amuse myself that is so sad.oh welllove!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110991141447371933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110991141447371933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110991141447371933' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110986410256988113</id><published>2005-03-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:35:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalala im sick of thinking i need amusement DON FAILED MEEEEEEEEEE idiot ignore me only. DA ROCKED!!!!! SHE AMUSED MEEEE!!!!! mark is like partially amusing and confusing me lehhhhhhh what kind of thing is that! josh!!!! please forget it can!? NOT WORTH IT!!! ok now mark is AMUSING hahahaha and so's brendan! bonnie is funkydoodles to talk to! ok im soon gonna be certified INSANE i tell you. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110986410256988113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110986410256988113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986410256988113' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110977358076549894</id><published>2005-03-02T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:26:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had this long post. but something happened and so it's just this.I AM A HORRIBLE BITCH i swear i cannot believe how horrible i am i cannot stand myself really i cant WHY AM I SUCH A BITCH?!@!#@!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110977358076549894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110977358076549894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110977358076549894' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110969129718635469</id><published>2005-03-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:34:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and i linked ppl! hahaha im like so like wonderfulll man! and sorry if i missed out ppl i cant rem lahhh leave your link in my guest book if you actually think im gonna bother to link again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110969129718635469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110969129718635469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969129718635469' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110969053892867617</id><published>2005-03-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:28:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok let's see this post is gonna be reaaally messy if you have no idea what im talking about hahaha.ok first of all i got 18 for my Os and im like happy yet not? hahah cause it's like this MAAAAJOR improvement? i went from like 25 to 18! however it's like 18 is not all that great and im damn scared i wont get into cjc cause if i dont right? i dotn know what im gonna do lah. so yeah. plus im damn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110969053892867617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110969053892867617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969053892867617' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110951300136910287</id><published>2005-02-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:03:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is me nowahhh shit what if i cant make it shit shit shitNOOOOOO stop thinkinglalala wonkydoodlessss(thinks of some random thing)oh well yest was funnish hahaha poor brendan but yes it was fun :D met ppl saw ppl didnt like ppl liked ppl hahahaha im soo not funny and im soo darn articulate and descriptive no? thank you brendan for inviting me. my cous is a happy weird ass drunk. that girl was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110951300136910287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110951300136910287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951300136910287' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110938108080368858</id><published>2005-02-26T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T09:24:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah. my baby sis is a bratmet new ppl yesterday by the name of glen and brendan.who are a cominc double act.brendan knows like half the world i knowand i was a damn horrible person last night thank god i didnt blurt anything out.ah well it was all fun in the end. the fun overrode the frustration.and nive says im gonna drown in the river of denial. isnt that the point?and it's too early in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110938108080368858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110938108080368858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110938108080368858' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110912879313075639</id><published>2005-02-23T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:19:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont be fooled by me.Dont be fooled by the face i wear.for i wear a mask, a thousand masks,masks that im afraid to take off,and none of them is me....Who am I, you may wonder.I am someone you know very well.For i am every man you meet,and i am every woman you meet.-chicken soup for the teenage soul author unknown-I Am......I am an astrologist: reading and analysing the palms of life and each new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110912879313075639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110912879313075639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110912879313075639' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110889995134165613</id><published>2005-02-20T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:45:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singapore started heating up on Jan 20 and the island has been scorching ever since, with almost daily highs of 34 deg C. There was even a record set for the hottest Chinese New Year in 15 years, as temperatures on Feb 9 reached 35.5 deg C.and apart from all the scientific reasons? there's one other one that no one hath mentioned! or at least not to me.FRANCES TANG has gone from REAAAAAALLY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110889995134165613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110889995134165613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889995134165613' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110878054958714655</id><published>2005-02-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T10:37:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 24 Years Old24 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110878054958714655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110878054958714655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878054958714655' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110864458165125968</id><published>2005-02-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:49:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the whole thing in blue was stolen from neng!! haha dont kill me girl you love me too much haha. but basically all that she said was almost what i'd say if i took the time too haha so yeah i feel somewhat like that with other stuff.I'm not waiting around for a man to save meCos I'm happy where I amDon't depend on a guy to validate meI don't need to depend on anyone's babyIs that so hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110864458165125968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110864458165125968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864458165125968' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110861477232030307</id><published>2005-02-17T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T12:32:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so damn fucking scared. like damn scared. i've only been so damn scared once in my whole freaking life so far. and that was when i found out that my foot might be fucked up forever. im so damn scared ok. i have fucking nightmares NIGHTMARES! i never even had nightmares before! i dont dream. period. except when i was small. im so darn scared ok. if the results come out on the 25th it's less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110861477232030307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110861477232030307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110861477232030307' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110843686602673880</id><published>2005-02-15T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:07:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CANT GO SHANGHAIIIIII damnit stupid mother one week is NOT a long time lah!!!! and i'd have come back BEFORE the results come out!!! damnit dmanit damnit. want to make me your slave say so lahhh dont come and give shit excuses like it's too long a period of time HELLO one week only leh!!!!! less then one infact 18 to 23 only okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk PFT. and i was so looking forward to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110843686602673880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110843686602673880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110843686602673880' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110821835681200576</id><published>2005-02-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:25:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>know how i've always been against obvious prejudice and yet i can be so too? in the way that i've stereotyped that most guys and even girls just love to gasp in shock and disgust at the fact that a guy was hugging another or that his arm was around another guy going OMG GAY or OMG sooo gay so gross. and how when they see girls holding hands, hugging, with their arms around each thers waists they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110821835681200576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110821835681200576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821835681200576' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110796089376244855</id><published>2005-02-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:55:37.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!gong xi fai cai!i have just learn to tie a tie the right way!!! i rock babeh!i have realised that i must have these three words printed somewhere on me where i cant see them but everyone else can it says "PICK ON ME!" sheesh man was picked on the WHOLE day hmph no fair hahahaoh and wth my sisters who are YOUNGER are richer then me in terms of hong bao money </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110796089376244855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110796089376244855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796089376244855' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110778169692391547</id><published>2005-02-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:13:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been told that i havent been blogging but in all actuality i have NOTHING i tell you NOTHING to blog about. i have NO life im practically a hermit now. so yeah but i shall try and in return I HAVE A GUESTBOOK you just gotta scroll down my dearest blind friends who complain that i've lost my tagboardok erm my third finger's injuredso's my right leg it's like slightly scratchedi like my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110778169692391547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110778169692391547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110778169692391547' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110656847236336306</id><published>2005-01-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:07:52.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so hot right?? Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110656847236336306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110656847236336306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110656847236336306' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110648268565610718</id><published>2005-01-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:18:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm seems like i havent been blogging huh? oh well. anyways let's seeTHURSDAYI HAD MAX BRENNERS!!!! which is a CHOCOLATE bar!! i tell you it's like heaven man.. sadly couldnt really take my time to enjoy cause mom wanted be home by ten but like yeah whatever. it was HEAVEN! AND i saw WYNA YOW!!!!!! she went from very pretty to suuuuper pretty! hahaha. i miss my class ppl man! oh yes and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110648268565610718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110648268565610718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648268565610718' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110571106554045027</id><published>2005-01-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:57:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheee nengieboos(to quote grass) came over today! for like 2 measly hours but well it saved today lah cause i was supposed to go out for dinner but it was cancelled! boo. so yeah! whee i looove nengs!annnd tomorrow we're going back to ij! whee i miss my juniors man.and i know i wanted to say something but i majorly forgotbut nat's getting me one of the cds i want!!!and i know i wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110571106554045027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110571106554045027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571106554045027' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110567128694652831</id><published>2005-01-14T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:54:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEDNESDAYwell the day started off fine went on to being great cause i met nat for a movie and we talked and i saw nat! hahaha and then her dad drove us back in a freaking porsche!!! so damn cool i looove the car! it's a convertible ok! like drool.. but then it ended horribly. my dad wouldnt let me get the nokia 7260 EVEN though i'd be paying for it by myself lah! like wtf is the use of saving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110567128694652831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110567128694652831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110567128694652831' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110545995013531465</id><published>2005-01-12T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:13:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am BOOOORRRREEEEEEDDDDDD well at least neng neng came over today!!!! we talked and i talked ALOT haha im sorry nengy!!! but yeah talked remininced(sp?) and DAAA we miss you!!! you've like disappeared off the face of the earth man. WHERE ARE YOU??? and aiyohhh i've realised i neeed to go to school man if only to get my daily quota of talking done haha like really!!! im like suuper silent now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110545995013531465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110545995013531465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545995013531465' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110517505047637232</id><published>2005-01-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:04:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh well im bored and im feeling rather nostalgic since because i have nothing to do i decided to go blog hopping where everyone's talking bout jc and how fun it is and yet how they miss ij. so sad huh? well listening to their orientation fun has kinda gotten me regretting that i didnt do well enough to go to jc for just like the first week. :D what'd you expect? of course i'd want to go for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110517505047637232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110517505047637232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110517505047637232' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110511725752795545</id><published>2005-01-08T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T01:00:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREAAAAAAAAKY man i mean like seriously! it's just hit me that cjc's DAMN small man. i mean like subconsciously i knew that i knew ppl who'd meet and find out that they both knew me but to really be TOLD that someone asked someone if they knew me is just WEIRD man. like weird and DON!!! you pest if you ever read this though i highly doubt it. TUITION MATE???!!!! wah damn nice man. pft. but yeah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110511725752795545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110511725752795545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511725752795545' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110511749996166731</id><published>2005-01-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T01:04:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yes i can no longer do 3 digit subtraction mentally. OMG HOWWWWW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110511749996166731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110511749996166731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110511749996166731' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110475711078896987</id><published>2005-01-03T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:58:30.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh well everyone went to school today.. felt funny-ish waking up knowing that everyone was already in school MWAHAHAHA and yet weird lah? hahah heard that they had to DANCE??? like so far i know cjc ajc and njc all had to? oh and rgs too according to my sis. sheesh man.. im officially resigned to going to jc lahhh parents infact WHOLE DAMN FAM. so yeah see ya'll in whatever jc i manage to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110475711078896987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110475711078896987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110475711078896987' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110442518697772854</id><published>2004-12-31T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:46:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah. im almost jealous. hahaha. yes yes random.sigh i maaaaajorly need to talk and talk and talk and talk just to sort things out and yet when i find that i really need to sort this stupid brain of mine out i find that i have no one to call and just talk. weird huh?? i mean like i have lots of friends whom i think wouldnt mind me just calling up and crapping but yeah i dont know... haha ah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110442518697772854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110442518697772854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110442518697772854' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110415719137508918</id><published>2004-12-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:19:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah well everything's rather screwy now and yeah well yar. haha im so articulate arent i?? oh well hope i can go out on wed and fri hope shireeeeen's alright cause that woman's in SRI LANKA! sheesh man. and yeah welllll... anywayss HAPPY BIRTHDAY NESS!!!!!! sorry i couldnt go to your house!and now. this is sooo super cool PLUS i've recently become very interested in handwriting analysis and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110415719137508918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110415719137508918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110415719137508918' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110300048512064132</id><published>2004-12-14T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:01:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>immm baaackkk!!! miss me?? i missed my bed man!!! the hotels were HORRENDOUS!!! but my dad's apartment was gorgeous!!! sooo damn beauuutiful!!!!(that is in china)sunway's beds were the BEST MAN!!! it's sooo shiok!(malaysia) okok im probably not making sense so let's start from the beginning.28th novthis was the first time i took a coach to malaysia and it's soooo much more comfortable than a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110300048512064132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110300048512064132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300048512064132' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110208531327447787</id><published>2004-12-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:48:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IM AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY till 14th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110208531327447787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110208531327447787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110208531327447787' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110152323472073824</id><published>2004-11-27T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T10:40:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grad night was alright i guess. didnt really like my hair and my makeup but whatever. thanx da's mom! oh but i so wanted to KILL the emcee i mean like seriously he so should have shut up. the dinner was so not worth 70 bucks so all in all i only enjoyed grad night cause of the photo taking. sigh so sad right? pft. liked the after grad night though! had fun man!! and the next day i went to watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110152323472073824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110152323472073824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110152323472073824' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110113364133824558</id><published>2004-11-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:27:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGH!!! know how i just like half an hour ago said that life rocks??? pft i jinxed it man... my mom came home WITHOUT my sister!!!!! so that measn i cant go otu tomorrow!!! damnit i wanna watch before sunset!!! damnit damnit damnit damnit pissed off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! argh!!!!! oh well sigh what to do? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110113364133824558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110113364133824558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113364133824558' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110112857754806922</id><published>2004-11-22T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:02:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheee my life's rocking babeh! or so it has for the past few days.Fridayhad a GREAT time with DCGRS! as i have mentioned previouslySaturdaywas the "major slack just sit in front of the com" kind of day before going out for jap with my family! shiok babeh! had sashimi(?) i loooove salmon sashimi!SundaySUUUPER productive day! first went for mass then went to get my contacts and get my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110112857754806922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110112857754806922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110112857754806922' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110087731241154196</id><published>2004-11-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:15:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iiiiiittttttt'ssssssssss OVER!!!!!! yeah yeah!!! omg had soooo much fun today just slacking and talking and eating bailey's ice cream! it's damn nice!! thanx neng neng! i love ya'll!!! okok this is the last time im gonna talk academic this year. chem mcq SUCKEDDDDDDDD BUT the paper two wasnt as bad i actually had answers instead of leaving it blank! :D im happy babeh!!! hahaha :D omg there's just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110087731241154196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110087731241154196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087731241154196' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110082863665803318</id><published>2004-11-19T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:45:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your score is44/50what does that mean?Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110082863665803318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110082863665803318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110082863665803318' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110052767733007783</id><published>2004-11-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:07:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey!!!!!!! just a shoutout to say thanx to everyone who wished me happy birthday! love ya'll!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110052767733007783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110052767733007783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052767733007783' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110040210105162899</id><published>2004-11-14T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:15:01.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i currently want to watch...Polar ExpressBefore SunsetSchool of SeductionandThe Incredibles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110040210105162899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110040210105162899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040210105162899' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-110039468216369815</id><published>2004-11-14T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T09:11:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM FINALLY 16!!!!!!! haha okok my life is currently rocking babeh!!! had originally expected to get nothing but happy birthday wishes beacuse hello!! Os?? so yeah. BUT in the end cause my mom and cousins and godma rock soooo much? they brought me to modestos(?)!!! the rock right??? had magherita!!! mmmm and a tiramisu!!! and omg lah. they started singing me a birthday song so then OF COURSE the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110039468216369815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/110039468216369815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110039468216369815' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109989888607505888</id><published>2004-11-08T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:28:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've discovered that i can be a really irrational jealous bitch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109989888607505888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109989888607505888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109989888607505888' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109921743374457234</id><published>2004-10-31T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:10:33.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109921743374457234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109921743374457234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921743374457234' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109888755432310639</id><published>2004-10-27T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:32:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey forgot to give credit(?) to the pic it's from http://tiramisutra.comoh and i need to tell the world that i LOVE ZIJIE but she doesnt have drina ballerina!!!! does anyone have??????????????? i'll buy it from you!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109888755432310639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109888755432310639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109888755432310639' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109888750958838700</id><published>2004-10-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:31:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey forgot to give credit(?) to the pic it's from http://tiramisutra.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109888750958838700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109888750958838700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109888750958838700' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109862354949540113</id><published>2004-10-24T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:12:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg have you ever seen something as good as this?Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109862354949540113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109862354949540113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109862354949540113' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109828291545315695</id><published>2004-10-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:35:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHEM O LEVEL PRACT TOMORROW!!!!! ah whateverbutAHHHHHHHHHH CHEM O LEVEL LEHHHHHbut like aiyah heck manbut still AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHso i shoudl go prepare right? but what can i do?? nothing mannnn i'll never be able to do that four mark ques AND i cant do the mol thingy soooooo gone lah... added a link my dearest cousin malcolm(who doesnt know how to take a picture</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109828291545315695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109828291545315695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109828291545315695' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109789241748900978</id><published>2004-10-16T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T10:06:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's saturday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109789241748900978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109789241748900978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109789241748900978' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109784122204991061</id><published>2004-10-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:53:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heeeeeeeeeeeey world... just had tuition and dying from overload of a math... talked to my mom so she now knows my results.. like not much reaction which is rather shocking i expected to get a scolding but like since i improved she's like ok good BUT you can do better so yes i shall start studying like really i will. so now all i have to do is tell my dad tomorrow when he comes back from china. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109784122204991061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109784122204991061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109784122204991061' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109775536220390927</id><published>2004-10-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:02:42.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've added links to my pictures and my memory blog!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109775536220390927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109775536220390927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775536220390927' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109775284927401563</id><published>2004-10-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T19:32:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was the LAST official day of school today!!!!and like i know im supposed to be sad and i am sad and yet it hasnt really sunk in? it's almost like im in denial? like hello!!! TEN whole years was spent in IJ ok! i'll miss EVERYTHING bout IJ i know how some ppl say that if you havent been to other schools how do you know that your school's better? but for IJTP it's not true? cause yeah sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109775284927401563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109775284927401563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775284927401563' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109765197187132545</id><published>2004-10-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:19:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at times i really hate myself you know? like god man what kind of ridiculous horrible thoughts am i having. it's just shit stupid and mean and im altogether a horrible person. BLEAH.but what to do. oh well im BORED baby BORED! ok just had to get that out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109765197187132545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109765197187132545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109765197187132545' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109733674125411461</id><published>2004-10-09T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:45:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok today was erm weird? like it went down then up then down then up and then down again yet it was still slightly up? dont understand right? fine i shall elaboratefirst when i woke up i was damn down cause of that stupid thing that im letting hurt me. stupid right?then received a msg from erika. so THANX GIRL you were prob bored and just sent but it brightened up my day a little. so love ya! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109733674125411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109733674125411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733674125411461' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109724336427482199</id><published>2004-10-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:58:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to school today was bored out of my wits man... then had ice cream then had tuition then went for the exam mass. it was ok lah.it hurts so bad you know? it's like damnit go away i dont want to hurt so much. i hate it. that's why im letting go no matter how much it hurts im gonna let go for i believe that it'll be better in the long run cause or else i'll be hurting forever. i can and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109724336427482199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109724336427482199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724336427482199' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109697472565731010</id><published>2004-10-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:16:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this bike!!! ok not in the sense that i'd use it but i think it's so CUTE!!! hahaha so flowery! pretty pretty! saw this one the day after our prelims! dont you think it's pretty? anyway go check out my memory blogPosted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109697472565731010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109697472565731010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109697472565731010' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109678255657224010</id><published>2004-10-03T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T13:49:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was fun! even though i wasnt allowed out with de. went to the forum with my family for the usual children's day thingy went to toys r us this time though instead of robinsons.. and i dont get anythign cause im no longer a child. BOO hmph haha but whatever the highlight of the day was this absolutely fabulous restaurent called California Pizza Kitchen. the food is MARVELLOUS! for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109678255657224010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109678255657224010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109678255657224010' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109637547688430429</id><published>2004-09-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:44:36.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh dont you think he's just SO HOT!!! this is my hot guy man!!!! he starred in CENTER STAGE as CHARLIE his real name's SASCHA RADETSKY loooooove him! so hot hot hot! he's a professional male ballerina at AMERICAN BALLET THEATRE! god he's hot!Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109637547688430429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109637547688430429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637547688430429' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109637510143982249</id><published>2004-09-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:38:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BEEEEEEEEEELATED nat!!!! hahaha today was the day we surprised her and i swear i was so scared tht she'd found out sooooo many times ok!!!!! like wth man!!! stupid nat SMAAAAACK you scare me so many times! so yeah it was fun food was good at the polo club,saw vannie's relatives(WAHAHAHA) then i went to nat's house to watch dirty dancing 2 HE IS NOT THAT HOT OK! anyways yeah... so now im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109637510143982249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109637510143982249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637510143982249' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109628203205190091</id><published>2004-09-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:54:16.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dime porquè llorasDe felicidadY porquè te ahogasPor la soledadDi porquè me tomas, fuerte asi,mis manos, y tus pensamientos te van llevandoYo te quiero tantoY porquè seràLoco testarudo, no lo dudes màs,aunque en el futuro haya un muro enorme,yo no tengo miedo, quiero enamorarmeNo me ames, porque pienses queparezco diferenteTù no piensas que es lo justo,ver pasar el tiempo juntosNo me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628203205190091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628203205190091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628203205190091' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109628073819132300</id><published>2004-09-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:25:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOOK WHAT I FOUND WHILE SURFING THE IJTP PRIMARY WEB FOR PAULINE'S PIC!!!! i FOUND SHIREEEEN!!!!!!!!!Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628073819132300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628073819132300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628073819132300' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109628012524947201</id><published>2004-09-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:15:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANDDDD it's back!!! WHEEE love me daddy EVEN though he did it mainly for his grand prix. but whatever... i feel mean like it's really nothing and yet im takin goffence to it ah whatever.. it's the same old problem all over again man... jealous? i think not i mean like there's nothing for me to be jealous about. so yeah hope it's not cause im jealous.. argh like is rather screwy now... like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628012524947201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109628012524947201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628012524947201' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109612481154343971</id><published>2004-09-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:06:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAHHHHH because my dad's been in and out of the country? he most prob forgot to pay for the internet and aHHHH therefore i dont have the net anymore!!! or not until my dad pays and it's been hell!!! since thursday ok!!! thank god went out on fri and then dcgrs all came over ok! and i've got vcds!!! wheee centerstage ROCKS so does dirty dancing!!! wheeee and then on tues im gonna watch more stuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109612481154343971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109612481154343971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109612481154343971' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668634.post-109577880655805660</id><published>2004-09-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:00:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>failed st nics prelim but ONE mark thanx to carelss mistakes. cat high boy was annoying and disrespectful. that girl was annoying as usual. have yet to read geog and yes i know it's 2305 but yeah... have yet to read it... ah well fail? yeaaaaaap. hahaha really cant be bothered man.. cant seem to make myself read it. it's like im gonna fail anyway. oh well hope i can go for bbq cause now the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109577880655805660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5668634/posts/default/109577880655805660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irascible.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109577880655805660' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10607394555015293769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
