<?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-3209329609615580899</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:24.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And spinning like a ballerina, to the rock &amp;roll.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1351480178069750495</id><published>2007-08-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:07:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizes! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Did quizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/fun.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic, amusing, and always up for a good time. Optimisticand genuinely happy, you help people see the sunny side of life. And you'realways up for a party... no matter how big or small. You're usually the firstone to celebrate a friend's success. Anyone who's interesting or fun is welcomein you circle of friends. You're not the type of person to exclude or make funof someone who's a little different. Your friends need you most when: They'redown or depressed You really can't be friends with: Anyone who's stuck up orchronically unhappy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay,kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Number is 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a stubborn lover, holding your ground in every argument. You take your time falling in love. You aren't the type to lose perspective. You are loyal (to a fault), and you require the same loyalty in your sweetheart. At your best, you are a wise and inspiring partner - who sticks around.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1351480178069750495?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1351480178069750495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1351480178069750495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1351480178069750495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1351480178069750495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/quizes-d_8437.html' title='Quizes! :D'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7824742501653742961</id><published>2007-08-19T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T04:44:37.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Gabriel SHY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYyaUlyzI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kHFN-JtyzF0/s320/180820073381.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYyaUly0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/Az0c4ezFjbo/s320/1.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYyqUly1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/uaIckfGo66o/s320/2.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYy6Uly2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/hErTnm1MvEE/s320/3.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYzKUly3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Jvx4KhwMrPc/s320/4.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdZh6Uly4I/AAAAAAAAAmo/Pps3z80SDXY/s320/18082007352.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted @ Lj! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7824742501653742961?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7824742501653742961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7824742501653742961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7824742501653742961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7824742501653742961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/gabbys-birdddddy.html' title='Happy Birthday to Gabriel SHY!'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RsdYyaUlyzI/AAAAAAAAAmA/kHFN-JtyzF0/s72-c/180820073381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3564773810477439512</id><published>2007-08-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:53:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horo craaaaaaaaazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For 15August2007; tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You’ll be a little sad because you’ll feel lonely but if you go out, joy will come back in an instant. At work, you’ll be able to put an end to some unfair behavior which has been upsetting you for a long time. In Love, recently you’ve been feeling insecure. You’ll find tranquility again thanks to great dialog with your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biorythm:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your intellectual level is 92%: you will be a leader in the workplace. Your physical level is 99%: today you can easily achieve whatever you want.Your emotional level is 80%: you will deal with subjects which you feel strongly about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lj, lj, lj!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3564773810477439512?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3564773810477439512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3564773810477439512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3564773810477439512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3564773810477439512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/horo-craaaaaaaaazy.html' title='Horo craaaaaaaaazy.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6855436520282233479</id><published>2007-08-14T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:39:52.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling don't give me shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HUGE FIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexhysteria.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sexhysteria@Lj&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Will still blog here though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6855436520282233479?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6855436520282233479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6855436520282233479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6855436520282233479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6855436520282233479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/huge-fight.html' title='Darling don&apos;t give me shit.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-197971726673619065</id><published>2007-08-12T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:07:42.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.</title><content type='html'>I am so Bored. With a capital B, yup. I feel like roaming SengKang alone. With nobody able to reach me, I can take a walk, expose myself to some open air, and clears my god damn head. Been feeling so stressed out this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've kinda got over my super&lt;em&gt; chio&lt;/em&gt; phone. Actually, it's quite exciting to think of all the new phones I'm able to choose from, and hopefully to find a job so that I can afford one. I'm thinking of getting the same phone as Jessica (Samsung U600). Considering the white one, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's up with me this few days. I can't really stand crowded areas, and I don't want to go anywhere far. My phone? Or maybe whatever that is hauting my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so fat and ugly currently. Haha. How I wish I can be like last time. Be some arrogant freak who thinks very highly of herself. Then I can be free from all the &lt;em&gt;I'm feeeeeeeling fat&lt;/em&gt;, and all &lt;em&gt;I'm so ugly&lt;/em&gt; thoughts. Roflolmaomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self-esteem is going down, I guess. Which is a good thing actually. In this case, I won't exactly be like some barbarians, who only think of themselves. And sister's nice to comment that I'm not fat actually (she used to say that I'm fat). Haw haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm sneezing non-stop. This is like the 4th time!!! &lt;em&gt;-freaks out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-197971726673619065?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/197971726673619065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=197971726673619065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/197971726673619065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/197971726673619065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-way-of-coming-easily-to-me.html' title='Put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7356304785764792919</id><published>2007-08-10T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:26:50.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The Pain Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;K, to that person. Read the post below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; NATIONAL DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking lost my phone again. Thanks to the fucking China woman in the toilet. I left it in the cubicle and when she came out, she fucking look and me and didn't even ask if it's mine. YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING UGLY OLD HAG. I know you are fucking poor la hor. But do you have to do things like that. I were still in the toilet. YOU BLOODY LOOKED AT ME! People with aids, fuck her please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out with Joy and Michelle. Yup, fun. And we took the train together with Eileen. Wanted to watch Rush Hour3/ Secrets but they only left seperate seats. So, no movies for us. Ate at Terra Cafe. Some new restaurant, I suppose. I had Potato Gratin! Yummmy (x2). There's pictures. But that fucking China woman stole my phone. Fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm still so fucked up currently. Pardon me for all the vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how to break the news to Mummy. Shall go find a work and buy a new one instead. Hopefully she doesn't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep properly this few days. Ytd, Boyfriend was suppose to hug me to sleep. I almost fell aslp when Mummy came knocking. So I was awaken. Then awhile later, Boyfriend had to leave cause it 12plus already. So after he left, I can't sleep. And this morning, from 6, I've been waking up every hour and going back to sleep after every 10min. I can't seems to fall aslp though I'm feeling very tired. Fuck fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7356304785764792919?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7356304785764792919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7356304785764792919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7356304785764792919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7356304785764792919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-pain-away.html' title='Fuck The Pain Away.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4193202613469271907</id><published>2007-08-10T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:04:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;With reguards to the post about Yd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoted.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;To you-know-who, he ask then you tell. Are you stupid or what. It's highly obvious what I told you was confidential. Then he ask you to die, you also go and die? He ask you to eat shit, you also go eat shit? Please, use your amazing IQ now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're insulting Yd now. Reflect on yourself, before saying others. So when you tell things to other ppl about me, you're not using ur IQ also yup. Cause it's plain common sense that whatever we've said in our bitchings is HIGLY OBVIOUS THAT THEY ARE CONFIDENTIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't want any face to face talks, I shall blog everything out. Actually I've nvr ever planned to do that. But after seeing those harsh words you used on your posts, I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I wanted to tell JL about this whole thing is not cause I want to make you look bad. Cause in his eyes, seriously, you are &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; enough. I don't even have to do/ say anything. It's what you do, and say. And I confide in JL alot. Like how you talked to W last time. If you don't like it, so be it. You've said that you no longer have any feelings towards him. If you are getting jealous or what, can you imagine how I must have felt last time? You and W were so close when we are TOGETHER. I only became close to JL after y'all broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I tell you about JL wanting to break with you? Cause he told me not to say it. And common sense tells me that THIS IS HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL. So if you have asked me to tell you, I won't. Cause if I were to tell you. I have to go eat shit when you tell me to. RIGHT? Like what you said to Yd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say that what I blog at wordpress is to make you look bad. I tell you. What I blogged in wp is the absolute truth. I quoted from what you wrote. So if you're saying that those will make you look bad, you only have yourself to blame -for being a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I won't let lil things affect me. But bloody hell. Do you have to gossiped to everyone about me? Ya, to P only right. Like wtf please. How come Yd come to know about it? Stop all your lies la. You're only making yourself look worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I want a face-to-face talk is cause whatever negative stuffs you said about me (meaning those which eventually got to me). I feel so wronged k. And I can explain myself out. Probably the reason why you don't want the talk is cause you don't know how to retaliate. You know what I've blogged in wp is totally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only talked to Wilson about you now. Not Kr, not Gab, not your JL. I don't even want to talk about it cause the thought of you and whatever you did already make me very disgusted. It was you who told Yd and everyone about me. So stop trying to say it's over when you know it's not. Cause you're still bull shitting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad about this. And like you, I don't regret anything. Actually I'm quite glad that this happened. At least now I know that you're not to be trusted. And you're a hypocrite. If you're unhappy about whatever I wrote. You can tell me straight into my face. Or blog it out. No point telling the whole world what I fucking wrote in my blog disturb you when they don't come to me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4193202613469271907?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4193202613469271907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4193202613469271907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4193202613469271907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4193202613469271907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-your-face.html' title='Back in your face.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2450971348683236466</id><published>2007-08-06T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:33:34.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can run away, but you can't hide.</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay. I am so bored. Boyfriend is sleeping, and nobody 's online. As in nobody I can talk to is online. Hoho. Shall blog, then wake Boyfriend up, and do homeworks/ revision! Mummy kept emphasizing on the revision part. K, like serious. Exams are just round the corner. So shall heed the advice and stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, before I forget. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please. If you've got any comments 'bout me, u can tell me straight in the face y'know. The matter is bad enough, it won't make much difference. And seriously, since you got so much to say about me, I don't see why you are not willing to have a face-to-face talk. And. If you've got anything to say about the clique (like how we only look for you in times of need), you can confront us k. And not give negative remarks behind our backs. Words DO travel. But maybe you can explain what happened. Cause I don't rmb the clique going to you only when we needed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Miss Tan was seriously pissed with our class. She cried, went off, and didn't come back for the other 2 periods of Maths after recess. I mean, she's always so strong (or at least putting up a strong front). And if we can make her so upset, 3E4 is seriously something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like after she went off, the guys were like so glad, and Luke even threw his book on the floor (loudly). Y'know seems to me that he wants to&lt;em&gt; 'annouce'&lt;/em&gt; that we've won or something. And I got so pissed also. But like what Michelle told me, different people have different point of view. So yup. Shouldn't think that everyone's like me (who thinks that Miss Tan is quite a nice teacher), or read so much into stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Michelle and I decided to make notes for her, and stuff inside our Maths exercise books before handing them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more PasaMalam! Goodbye to tapioca cakes, and to tutu kueh, and to veggie pizza, and to yan wo drink, smelly tofu, and goodbye to all the nice food. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2450971348683236466?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2450971348683236466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2450971348683236466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2450971348683236466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2450971348683236466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-can-run-away-but-you-cant-hide.html' title='You can run away, but you can&apos;t hide.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3556085536384547440</id><published>2007-08-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:55:06.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So over-dosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IfaKSX-nw5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IfaKSX-nw5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends cannot be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realise. Everything happens for a reason, and I shall not dwell on all the unhappy things. I'm not gonna let lil things affect me. I am a very happy girl, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for tuition today! Yup yup, I went. And, I'm not late! Aren't you so proud of me, heh. Came across a very meaningful quote while doing compre. &lt;em&gt;"We cannot change the attitudes of others, but we can change our attitude towards ourselves."&lt;/em&gt; I don't care about all the negative things people say 'bout me, as long as I know that they're not true. I shall develop (wrong word?) a positive attitude towards everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think Daddy and Bb are always there. They made me go for tuition and came across the quote, so that I'll understand certain things. All seemed as if they've been planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People gossip. It's in our blood, no? I've been trying to stop gossiping, even before all these shit happen. So yea, I can proudly say that I'm so gonna change for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 's coming over soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://screamforhate.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; (password protected entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3556085536384547440?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3556085536384547440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3556085536384547440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3556085536384547440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3556085536384547440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-over-dosed-on-apathy-and-burnt-out.html' title='So over-dosed on apathy and burnt out on sympathy.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-80788016935761317</id><published>2007-08-02T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:55:00.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll love you till my final moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 6 MONTHSARY TO BOYFRIEND AND ME!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrHAa7a0SVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Udm62fZ6tWI/s320/6Monthsary!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrJjTLa0SWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MCRyTpk0lwk/s320/boyfriend!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 's very nice. So the first thing I'll be doing when all my money find its way back to me, is to get Boyfriend something. Boyfrined gave me Skittles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrJkNba0SXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/9lHiEQ1JJ8o/s320/P02-08-07_17.45%5B01%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I put it inside my mouth, and chew on something weird, I was totally, &lt;em&gt;Ohmygod! What's that!&lt;/em&gt; So, inside the sweets, there's like notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrJksLa0SYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jOQ6J0COY1k/s320/P02-08-07_17.45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrJlR7a0SaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/eg0zPYEVdpk/s320/P02-08-07_18.04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SWEEEEET PLEASE! I know all of you must be very jealous right now. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LT8PdoEN7F/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LT8PdoEN7F/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I believe in happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;There's no joy like the sound of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;It seems that god has send an angel to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And in your arms is where I always wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary Happy anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-80788016935761317?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/80788016935761317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=80788016935761317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/80788016935761317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/80788016935761317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-love-you-till-my-final-moments.html' title='I&apos;ll love you till my final moments.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RrHAa7a0SVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Udm62fZ6tWI/s72-c/6Monthsary!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3983003244817014518</id><published>2007-08-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:02:07.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'll heal you with a razorblade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are so very ridiculous, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny that I spend most of my time with W. And I hang out with him more. Hello, he is my boyfriend. If - had treated u better, wouldn't you have been like too? I mean ya, now you can say, &lt;em&gt;"Hell no! I'll forever love my friends very much, and will never choose boyfriends over friends."&lt;/em&gt; But when you're in a r/s, no you can't. I've never thought I'll neglect my friends so much too, but look what happened in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you could be talking bad stuffs about her, the other acting like y'all are some super nice bestfriends since thousand years ago. And one day you can be like talking to me about her, the other talking to her about me. Yes, that's you, if you haven't realise. I admit that I gossiped about her too. But I don't blog as if she's my bestest bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your small little fonts are talking about me, which is probably the case, I want to ask. Who have you hurt just to make sure I know about whatever things you want me to know? And how have letting me know about those stuffs affected them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm still quite disturbed over what you wrote. So this is quite an angsty post, yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3983003244817014518?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3983003244817014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3983003244817014518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3983003244817014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3983003244817014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-heal-you-with-razorblade.html' title='&amp; I&apos;ll heal you with a razorblade.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8877742017387895981</id><published>2007-07-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:28:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love.</title><content type='html'>Lazy lazy me hasn't been blogging since forever! Currently addicted to Neopets, yup! Created like 3 Xweetok(s) before I'm satisfied with the name, and finally settled. Gonna disown 2 Xweetok(s)! Should I create a Kougra, or what? Umm. I want to paint my Xweetok white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9b3ba0SOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5lZMObVe3gE/s320/petpetpetpet+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. I'm super crazy. My pretty pretty protopodite with his petpet! Seeeeee!! Screamy hops around when my Xweetok says I love you to it! So so cute please. &lt;em&gt;-melts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Mummy. We're having a cold war now. And it sucks. Cause she's not giving me allowance. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a happy girl, yeeaaaap! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 's MrRussell's last day in school. So gonna miss him. He wrote us all letters! (Those in the Jk heritage trail) Hasn't receive it yet. Tomorrow, tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't nap, and I'm still awake! Damn freak k. My eyebags' so gonna come back. Hehohaaa. I'm so high now. I doubt I'll fall aslp easily later. Whatever right. Hoho. And I think I'm so super random today. The post 's like running from 1 thing to another at a speed of me running! Which is like damn bloody fast k! Ho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Oh ya! Caught &lt;strong&gt;'Alone'&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday with Boyfriend, Justin, and KaiRen. Nice nice. I like the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9g57a0SPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LpSF8jl6XKE/s320/aloneeeeeee.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9hX7a0SQI/AAAAAAAAAko/yG1_kFgT_cQ/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9hYLa0SRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cSXr3dyBjuI/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9hYLa0SSI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3xa89URo81A/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9hYLa0STI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NpuwEqj7WGg/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9hYba0SUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/IOrjaMjJCY8/s320/star_empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4stars! Boyfriend rate it a 4.5 though. Recommanded, yes. Heh. (K, 'nuff. The poster 's freaking me out already.) Byebyebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8877742017387895981?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8877742017387895981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8877742017387895981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8877742017387895981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8877742017387895981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/hatred-does-not-cease-by-hatred-but.html' title='Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rq9b3ba0SOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5lZMObVe3gE/s72-c/petpetpetpet+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1900428187308937623</id><published>2007-07-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:32:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should've Said No- Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FOa0DL1KXN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FOa0DL1KXN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's strange to think the songs we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;the smiles, the flowers, everything...is gone&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I found out about you&lt;br /&gt;even now just looking at you...feels wrong&lt;br /&gt;you say that you'd take it all back, given one chance&lt;br /&gt;it was a moment of weakness and you said yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've said no, you should've gone home&lt;br /&gt;you should've thought twice before you let it all go&lt;br /&gt;you should've known that word, bout what you did with her&lt;br /&gt;would get back to me...&lt;br /&gt;and I Should've been there, in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;and I shouldn't be asking myself why&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet...&lt;br /&gt;you should've said no, baby and you might still have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that I've been crying&lt;br /&gt;and baby you know all the right things...to say&lt;br /&gt;but do you honestly expect me to believe&lt;br /&gt;we could ever be the same...&lt;br /&gt;you say that the past is the past, you need one chance&lt;br /&gt;it was a moment of weakness and you said yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist...before you go, tell me this&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it...&lt;br /&gt;was she worth this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no...no no no...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1900428187308937623?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1900428187308937623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1900428187308937623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1900428187308937623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1900428187308937623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/shouldve-said-no-taylor-swift.html' title='Should&apos;ve Said No- Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7314731278978146770</id><published>2007-07-27T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:05:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you were a stranger, I could disengage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JEuYCkf_75/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JEuYCkf_75/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go.&lt;br /&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow IT down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, good day today! Suzhen is a happy happy girl. Yes! After all the emo shits. I AM STRONG. Hoho! &lt;em&gt;-proud look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe 's fun! Softball game. And like I hit the ball, and almost made a home run. Almost! Just cause that dumb ass Kairen got me out. Stabbed him 10million times with a parang. Hehoha. (Singing) Pee~Eee~is~fun~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 1 pathetic meal after school. Mummy asked if I want dinner and I said no. I am so regretting it now. My stomach 's like screaming at me. &lt;em&gt;I want food!! I want food!!&lt;/em&gt; El- oh- el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and speaking of El-oh-el. Luke was like saying it stands for &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;uke's &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;nly &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ove. So I was thinking, his girlfriend can say that &lt;em&gt;"Hey! I'm LOL"&lt;/em&gt;. Then I proceed to think that I can say that too if Boyfriend's name start with El. So I thought of Larry. Yup yup, Larry Chee. And I started laughing to myself. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation with Pearlyn was also quite dumb assy. Ho! We were like saying the many generations after us will be able to use Suzhen&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;insert-name&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;here1&lt;/em&gt;, if they keep breaking then patching. Like, that couple is so Suzhen&amp;&lt;em&gt;insert-name-here1&lt;/em&gt;. And if the girl is very tolerant of the guy, they will be saying, that's just so Pearlyn&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;insert-name-here2&lt;/em&gt;! Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hasn't completed my Ss. It's like 2am now! Napped from 5pm- 10pm again. T.T But my eyebags' better already! Super whoper happy. Hope it won't come back. And I shall sleep earlier tomorrow. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope the feelings' gonna be back soon. Umm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7314731278978146770?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7314731278978146770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7314731278978146770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7314731278978146770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7314731278978146770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wish-you-were-stranger-i-could.html' title='I wish you were a stranger, I could disengage.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4507463787117285198</id><published>2007-07-25T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:38:55.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And second-guessing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music: Nothing Lasts Forever- Maroon5&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;My blog was super lag just now. Like it kept hanging! So so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm gonna change my url already. I'm trying to unify all my accounts (blogskins, photobucket, ijigg, blogger, wordpress), like how QinShiHuang unify China! Hoho. Almost all my current accounts are using the same 'screamforhate' user, which is cool. 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created new wordpress for password protected entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://screamforhate.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://screamforhate.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ShinEe today! Ohso nice. &lt;em&gt;-sways alot and faint.&lt;/em&gt; Talked and all, then headed to PasaMalam. Gonna meet her again on Friday. Can't wait! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; Read my wordpress! Password entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4507463787117285198?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4507463787117285198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4507463787117285198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4507463787117285198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4507463787117285198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-second-guessing.html' title='And second-guessing.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5892023622921595734</id><published>2007-07-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:51:23.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said I love you, and I swear I'll always.</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today. Michelle must have missed me and Mummy's bread so much. Hoho! It is so boring to stay at home. Serious. And I miss school! And and and, the new Hello Kitty file I bought makes me want to go to school even more! Like I can finaaaaally use it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I'm able to get a retest for AMaths. Yup yup. &lt;em&gt;-fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Boyfriend, Justin, Gabriel, and KaiRen round 2. Had lunch at Kpt, then Boyfriend came over to my place. Copied some of the notes which I've missed. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1cra0SCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FdCOL7OvcOk/s320/harrypotter.bmp" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1-La0SDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/NpXujel9PoM/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1-La0SEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pCG2E6pqcKE/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1-ba0SFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bQ8Kpow0ock/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1-ba0SGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KdMw642hx3A/s320/star_half.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1-ba0SHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zgoX4x4KCsY/s320/star_empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's The Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. know. I'm. slow. But I just caught She's the man online and it's awesome!! Channing Tatum is sooooooo hot please. Ohmygodzxzx. &lt;em&gt;-Drools and faint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4Kra0SII/AAAAAAAAAjo/HqbL9XTKwO8/s320/shestheman.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4aba0SJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/m4HIVV44Kg8/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4ara0SKI/AAAAAAAAAj4/i-Q9jQ1EEFg/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4ara0SLI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LM6EuRUi-so/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4ara0SMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/k7I-9myLrTM/s320/star_full.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS4a7a0SNI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZHEDfTalruE/s320/star_empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh-ny-way. I packed my room!! It's so nice now. Hehe. Hula hoop/ed earlier the day. I hooped for 20min without dropping the hoop k! I know, I know. It's nothing. But I'm still so proud of myself! Shall hoop more! I'm so gonna have a sexy waist. Hoho. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, I shall go finish my homeworks and go to bed! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5892023622921595734?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5892023622921595734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5892023622921595734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5892023622921595734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5892023622921595734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-said-i-love-you-and-i-swear-ill.html' title='I said I love you, and I swear I&apos;ll always.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqS1cra0SCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/FdCOL7OvcOk/s72-c/harrypotter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5918649417856184527</id><published>2007-07-22T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:09:49.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer’s kiss upon the sky.</title><content type='html'>K, I'm bloody high today. I saw meteor in my dream!! Hoho. Still, I'm happy laaaaaa. Happy me!! That means that I'm gonna have a good day ahead? &lt;em&gt;-beams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was teeeeeeeerriffic. Met up with Primary school friends. Shirly, Caroline, and ZhiYing. Michael and YiCong left earlier, and I didn't get to see them. Oh well. All in all, superb day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Nsps to meet Caroline and Shirly after the helping out in the kids class. Walked around the school, but didn't find any teachers cause I don't remember many. And I doubt they remember me. Ho. Got BALLOOOOOONS! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Mac. Slack, then to Cp. Caroline left, accompanied the rest for dinner, Zy left. Boyfriend came. Waited for bus with Shirly. Takeaway food, then came over to my place. Yup, summarised version. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, bitchings and cam whoring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLDxba0RuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/g8PyVhogQos/s320/DSC06662.JPG" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLDx7a0RvI/AAAAAAAAAgg/sQ1rrSG1BKE/s320/DSC06652.JPG" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLDyba0RwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/V8yOfzbXR40/s320/DSC06668.JPG" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLFnra0RxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EOllBOLINHU/s320/DSC06660.JPG" width="197" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLFoLa0RyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/7eHLEjF0pi4/s320/DSC06661.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLGjra0RzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/k42cfUMQUG8/s320/DSC06683.JPG" width="197" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLGkLa0R0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/K52naS0KqqE/s320/DSC06707.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLHl7a0R1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CbL3SuMGa9U/s320/DSC06728.JPG" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLHmba0R2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/EoDO0m_rFr8/s320/DSC06710.JPG" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLHmra0R3I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Dax6o7FnEWc/s320/DSC06735.JPG" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLINra0R4I/AAAAAAAAAho/YZiADjbo4wU/s320/DSC06714.JPG" width="197" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLIN7a0R5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/EatzBuk9bws/s320/DSC06690.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLI0ra0R6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Z9BEN9xEyCQ/s320/P21-07-07_16.56.jpg" width="197" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLI0ra0R7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/fnnC3tupdJc/s320/P21-07-07_17.22.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLJVba0R8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9gK82xbfD_A/s320/DSC06701.JPG" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLJVra0R9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WJlaASDdOyo/s320/P21-07-07_17.47.jpg" width="130" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLJV7a0R-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Tdfy3v5vOdM/s320/DSC06743.JPG" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLJr7a0R_I/AAAAAAAAAig/yvEb4QTtiCw/s320/P21-07-07_18.52.jpg" width="197" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLJsLa0SAI/AAAAAAAAAio/rA8GrJG2EkM/s320/DSC06747.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Gta ruuuuun. Catching Harry Potter with clique!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5918649417856184527?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5918649417856184527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5918649417856184527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5918649417856184527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5918649417856184527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/summers-kiss-upon-sky.html' title='Summer’s kiss upon the sky.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RqLDxba0RuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/g8PyVhogQos/s72-c/DSC06662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6233048822294003263</id><published>2007-07-21T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:31:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your arms around me, baby, don't ever let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2ECE00P0&amp;Autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&amp;songID=V2ECE00P0" width="315" height="80"  scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm so glad i found you, I'm not gonna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes I will stay here with you.&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the good times, see it through the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes is what i'm gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't used the com yesterday!! Hoho. K, nothing to be proud of. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of url. I don't really like this one, cause there's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; word. And, I don't want to hate! Ho. Crazy. But I don't like the previous one as well. Shall think of a better one sooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Cca yesterday! Bought files at Popular. I know I took friggin' long to choose the designs. But they're all so nice k! Shall go back for more (maybe). Heh. They took out all the older designs or something, so there's like Looney toons and PPG files now! Which are waaaaaaaaaaaay nicer than those sucky Superman ones. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap, then bused to Hg to meet Boyfriend, round 9. Had dinner, bought GuiLinGao, then came over to my place. Darling Bf went back at 12! &lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go for English tuition. Shall decide later, to see if I'm going for the Maths one. Like so boring please. Hate tuition classes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6233048822294003263?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6233048822294003263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6233048822294003263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6233048822294003263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6233048822294003263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/put-your-hand-in-my-hand-baby-dont-ever.html' title='Put your arms around me, baby, don&apos;t ever let go.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2023756552003926894</id><published>2007-07-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:05:57.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it to the good times, see it through the bad times.</title><content type='html'>Lousy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was damn slack. Ada didn't come! Two periods of Maths gone, one for the test. MrChia didn't come in for Phy. Chinese lesson was a very relax one. English teacher was also absent. Like super crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the few of us kept playing with each other's hair. Like so nice! Rofl. But, sad thing, there's no PE today due to the rain. Like 2 weeks already. And like it's not often that I'll actually enjoy PE lessons k. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha slack day, it should be easy. Why lousy, yup? Well, had a tiff with Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup, the sweetness and all in a couple can only last for around 5 months. Then it's gone. Like all the quarrels will start, I guess. Wilson. I've been quarrelling so much with you the past few days. I'm so tired of it y'know. Ya, cause I got P. Ya, it's my fault I'm sucha cry baby and get pissed so easily. I took friggin' 1 hour over to reply to what you wrote, and was like looking forward to your reply. And maybe see how you feel about it. But you were like, "So it's a misunderstanding. I don't have anything to say leh." It's so dissapointing k. And it is NOT a misunderstanding. I was about to be really really stop being so overprotective and all, then this shit happened. I wanted to give you freedom and all, then I have to pour out everything. And now I don't know if I can still keep things to myself and not to get jealous so easily. B is just some random guy who came along when I wanted to get back to you, to take revenge. So yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, there's so much angst in me currently. &lt;em&gt;Breathe in and out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2023756552003926894?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2023756552003926894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2023756552003926894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2023756552003926894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2023756552003926894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/lousy-day.html' title='Take it to the good times, see it through the bad times.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8310525908783251539</id><published>2007-07-18T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:54:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And nothing short of a miracle, could have brought you here to me.</title><content type='html'>I've been laaaaazy! Had not been blogging. Like yesterday, I took a nap from 5pm till 11pm! Wth. Hoho. Shouldn't call that nap, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So y'see. I didn't abide to the reduce-eyebags-plan. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading songs! Maaan, it's cool k. My wmp are shuffling to many many new songs and all sound so nice. Probably cause they're new to me. But, I'm haaaaaaar-py!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2ECDDFP0&amp;Autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&amp;songID=V2ECDDFP0" width="315" height="80"  scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in school, we were like talking about how nice it will be if something crops up and all of us don't have to go to school. Say, some really serious thunderstorm. Then Lh was like, &lt;em&gt;"Keep dreaming uh the 3 of you."&lt;/em&gt; Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like Maths! And I think Chemistry is coooool. It's just that I don't know how to do those sums. Which is like, a total turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-maths Ct tomorrow! Shall go do some homeworks later, then to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend bought Dumbo stickers for me! Love [times]10000000! Dumbo are so cute-o. But damn cheater. Pasa malams sell them at a much lower price k! Hoho. I want pasa malaaaams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately need to get myself a new file. My current one 's like so tattered and torn. Popular only sells those Superman ones. Like, so ugly! Wouldn't it be nicer if they're either HelloKitty's, Dumbo's, or Ultraman's? Hoho. Whatthehell, I hear you saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm starting to crap. Just cause I feel like typing and I don't know what to write. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8310525908783251539?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8310525908783251539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8310525908783251539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8310525908783251539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8310525908783251539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-nothing-short-of-miracle-could-have.html' title='And nothing short of a miracle, could have brought you here to me.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3003602005133556</id><published>2007-07-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:14:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going outta my head, I think I’m loosing all my mind.</title><content type='html'>Just got home from Boyfriend's place! Dead beat. Did some works. His mum got us Strawberry cakes! After that, Boyfriend brought tidbits in. Like I'll become faaaaat if I were to go there everyday. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RppJh9-l9MI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Byq-qkbnMig/s320/Kissable_byTimelessImages.jpg" width="200" border="6" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohgosh! Ain't he adorable!! I keep smiling whenever I see this cutey. Which is very often cause it's my msn display pic and also my phone's wallpaper. Whoper crazy maaan! His parents are so lucky! &lt;em&gt;His dad must be as hot as him! &lt;/em&gt;-drools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!!!! Still 's not as handsome as my boyfriend, duh! Zzz, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that my Reduce-Eyebags Plan had failed miserably. Like totally! Look at the time now. I still got to do Ss. Lord, cry for me. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. The photo of the very charming kid shall be my motivation. Go me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="315" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?songID=V2EA4DBP0&amp;Autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ijigg.com/jiggPlayer.swf?Autoplay=0&amp;songID=V2EA4DBP0" width="315" height="80"  scale="noscale" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: &lt;/strong&gt;Uploaded my previous skin on blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/150599"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3003602005133556?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3003602005133556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3003602005133556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3003602005133556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3003602005133556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-outta-my-head-i-think-im-loosing.html' title='Going outta my head, I think I’m loosing all my mind.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RppJh9-l9MI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Byq-qkbnMig/s72-c/Kissable_byTimelessImages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1158117767606210854</id><published>2007-07-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:43:47.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love to last my whole life through.</title><content type='html'>Yerterday was yucky. My p came, which spoils &lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt; Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was alright. I understands this topic! Cool. Heh. Was suppose to meet Boyfriend but didn't. So I stayed home and help Mummy out with the chores. Mummy says that I seems to have grown up! Haha. Like so cute!! I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Plaza alone. (So pathetic, yes.) Haha. Bought stuffs for Bb! The clothes, shoes and all were like damn cute! Had to write Dd and Mm's surnameeeee on the paperbag. Bought sweets and Bb fruit juice. Walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw KianWee, Panda, and ZhengHui on the way back. So embarrassing. I was like looking so aunty, with the giant bag. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B*nt the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Boyfriend for supper! Had prata at Jalan Kayu. Maaaaan, the Bundung is good. Boyfriend's weird. Hmm. But nevermind! Love you oh Bf! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the way to my place! Hurray!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1158117767606210854?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1158117767606210854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1158117767606210854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1158117767606210854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1158117767606210854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-to-last-my-whole-life-through.html' title='A love to last my whole life through.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1414969035313407026</id><published>2007-07-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:08:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beautiful, what we have it's a special thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think for a minute this love will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a happy happy day for me!! Who says Friday the 13th is a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was short, with only 6 lessons. Ss, Chem lab, English. Easy peasy, very slack yes. And there's no CCA! Hooray. That's like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend came over to my place. Fooled around, then both of us fell asleep! First time k. Awesome feeling. Like the first person I see when I open my eyes is love! Happy me!! And I love it when people hug me to sleep. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was with me till 9pm! But it still seems so short. Time passes very fast with him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8bEk_RCHcz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8bEk_RCHcz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1414969035313407026?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1414969035313407026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1414969035313407026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1414969035313407026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1414969035313407026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-beautiful-what-we-have-its-special.html' title='It&apos;s beautiful, what we have it&apos;s a special thing.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5826563827021317935</id><published>2007-07-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:32:12.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Baby, you have become my addiction.</title><content type='html'>New blogskin. Yup yup, I like. Will upload the previous one at &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; when I got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY JUMBO EYEBAGS ARE HUMONGOUS, GIAGANTIC, AND IMMEASUREABLE! K, I'm exaggerating abit here. But you get what I mean. Like serious. My eyebags are huge. And I hate it. Like, who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school! Actually, not. But I have to wake up damn early in the morning, then I'll not have enough sleep, which will then leads to my fugly eyebags. There's a direct link oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me being me, I can't stand all these. From today/ tomorrow onwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; No more naps for me in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep early. [Latest 10pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Drink at least 8 glasses of water per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; No sweet drinks. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; 1 cup of warm water in the morning and before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Cucumbers/ teabags 'eye masks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;GO SUZHEN GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I shall try to hulahoop everyday and, not to eat so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Boyfriend, Gabriel, Justin, YongDa, and Jessica (stead), after school was nice. Poker at Sk Park equals double the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pen ink 's used up after 1 week. Bought a new one. Happy happy me. And Michelle gave me pink highlighter! Coolnesss. Christiana bought me Hello Kitty keychains. &lt;3 x10000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go do my Chinese compo already. EVERYTHING DONE BY 10PM! Go me go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5826563827021317935?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5826563827021317935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5826563827021317935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5826563827021317935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5826563827021317935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-have-become-my-addiction.html' title='&amp; Baby, you have become my addiction.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3661779377082954700</id><published>2007-07-11T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:38:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love remained a drug; that's the high and not the pill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatthehell. I feel like changing my blogskin again. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good, but Physics suck. I so hate Physics please. And there's like Ct tomorrow. I didn't even listen in Physics lessons, cause I know that I won't understand anything anyway. So yea. Pray to Guan Yin Niang Niang and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Popular. Like I was supposed to buy eraser, foolscape, and file. But ended up buying a notebook. Boyfriend bought the black one, then I saw the exact same one in hotpink. It's so tempting k! The papers inside are pink. Even the price tag. I can't help it. Now I don't know what to do with it. Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nappy nap nap for me today! Did homeworks, then talked on phone with Joy. For 1and1/2 hours! It's been so long since I last chatted with anyone over the phone for so long. She must have felt so honoured. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised Physics, yes. Sister went through some stuffs with me. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start to sleep earlier from tomorrow onwards. My eyebags are saying a big fat HELLO to everyone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3661779377082954700?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3661779377082954700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3661779377082954700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3661779377082954700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3661779377082954700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-remained-drug-thats-high-and-not.html' title='Love remained a drug; that&apos;s the high and not the pill.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8810189533581303214</id><published>2007-07-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:14:00.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps, that's how it started.</title><content type='html'>I want to be a like a model!! Slim, good figure, nice complexion, berrrrry-you-ti-ful. I was like looking at model pics at Foto-decadent, then I caught a glimpse of&lt;em&gt; Victoria's Secret Fashion Show&lt;/em&gt; on Channel 5. The models are G-orgeous! With a capital G. Wl eh. I also want. Roflolmaomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balloons are ppreeeeetty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpJgD9Q_MvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FJ6DmSJ4FWo/s200/balloons_by_LoveHateHero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha. My next Birthday must fill my room with balloons k.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; (Pointing to my display pic.) &lt;em&gt;-picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bf: Wow, so many man.&lt;br /&gt;Bf: Haha can. I blow after that you see me die le.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Zzzz. So not romantic. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea for me! Completed my homeworks already. Happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was like trying to download some stuffs, when the whole computer crashed. So I've got to repair the damn thing. All 's well now. At least I don't have to reformat the com. I swear never to any-oh-how download stuffs again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpJiQtQ_MwI/AAAAAAAAAfo/y9ZhAC50vVo/s200/Lollypop_and_Balloons_by_Zedul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone wallpaper! Whoo hoo, sexy! And it's so pinky. Ohmygod, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must remember to bring bottle to school tomorrow. Michelle and I are taking turns. Hah. So primary school kid, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpJjjdQ_MxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EzmQMZiiqMU/s200/RETARD+I+LOVE+YOU.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8810189533581303214?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8810189533581303214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8810189533581303214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8810189533581303214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8810189533581303214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-to-be-like-model-slim-good.html' title='Baby steps, that&apos;s how it started.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpJgD9Q_MvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FJ6DmSJ4FWo/s72-c/balloons_by_LoveHateHero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3879952271398270973</id><published>2007-07-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:53:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing beside you, the stars shine even brighter.</title><content type='html'>Whooo hooo, whooo hooo! New skin. Muahhhhhk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded the 30 days trail Photoshop CS3. 30 days only! Pray that the the system goes haywire, then the trail will never end! How cool uh. Hoho. I love it so much manzxzx. The brushes are C-O-O-L. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDU59Q_MqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hs56c2MjaaY/s200/greenballoon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER THE CALL. Cool, baby! Heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from ytd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDWH9Q_MrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LoGx0KRXFuk/s200/07072007244.jpg" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDWINQ_MsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TDp9zJmVGmE/s200/07072007243.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDW7NQ_MtI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eEhLEtHSuec/s200/07072007251.jpg" width="180" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDW7tQ_MuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/KalWm-CSbDo/s200/07072007250.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played swing yesterday! It's been so long since I last got onto any swing. Like everytime I'm so scare that Boyfriend will scare me with his evil laughter and crap. Hehe. Had supper at Punggol! Back home at 12plus. Love my boyfriend oh-so-very-muchy neh! Roflolmaomg. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone/d at home the whole day. No life, I know. Gee. Gonna go complete my homeworks later! Then to revise for Chem Ct. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3879952271398270973?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3879952271398270973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3879952271398270973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3879952271398270973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3879952271398270973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/whooo-hooo-whooo-hooo-new-skin.html' title='Standing beside you, the stars shine even brighter.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RpDU59Q_MqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hs56c2MjaaY/s72-c/greenballoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1647758236922200418</id><published>2007-07-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:03:22.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Baby all I do is suffer from, symptoms of you.</title><content type='html'>I hate waking up early to go for tuition classes. Damn shag. I'm can't do most of the Maths qns Tuition teacher gives. Like I haven't even learn them in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Saturdays for slack-xation? Tuition in the morning, followed by the kids dujing class at my house. Sometimes, theres ft at night. Sian-xation 's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BMI is 17.9! Zzzzz. I want to loose weight. Gee. (Very random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouneedtoloseweightquiz/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; to check your BMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did quizes. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need. You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law. While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top. You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Underwear Best Suits You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an extremely happy, laid back, fun soul. And your lucky yellow underwear can help you get even more out of life. In life, you rather play than work. You're apt to quit any task that doesn't nourish your creativity and inner child.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Is Represented By a Pink Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see love as something that should be light, fun, and whimsical. People fall in love with you easily. And you tend to fall out of love easily! You express your love through attention and shared experiences. You love people more than they realize. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys Like That You're Fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing. That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back. You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys, but flirty enough to know how to make them all want you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly have the urge to go to the beach! So, Boyfriend 's gonna accompany me there later! How nice. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1647758236922200418?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1647758236922200418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1647758236922200418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1647758236922200418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1647758236922200418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-baby-all-i-do-is-suffer-from.html' title='Cause Baby all I do is suffer from, symptoms of you.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7637296859350557194</id><published>2007-07-06T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T03:50:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be his special girl.</title><content type='html'>I'm still up! Gonna wake up for school in about 2 hours time!! Hee. Got nothing special to blog about, actually. Another boring day at school, yup. I got the urge to eat again! Arrrgghhhhh. Should seriously go sleep already. Bye bye bye. &lt;3s everyone very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MR-Sv_d9ql/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MR-Sv_d9ql/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7637296859350557194?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7637296859350557194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7637296859350557194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7637296859350557194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7637296859350557194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/let-me-be-his-special-girl.html' title='Let me be his special girl.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2231402605338933633</id><published>2007-07-04T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:06:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But cupid got me in a chokehold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rot-v9Q_MnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HJx4CdgMXDE/s320/my_dog____by_efedrina.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry. Feel like having ChaoKwayTiao now. And my throat hurts. Like I'm gonna have sore throat soon. &lt;em&gt;That kind of feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana Michele Koh! Why didn't you go to school uh. I want to smack your sexy butt ah-leh-dy. I mean, I can't do anything if you really don't want to go to school. But y'know. We regretted so much when we didn't put in efforts for last year. I don't want you to waste another year and then regret at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's boring in your class. But think of it this way. Nobody will disturb you in class, then you'll be able concentrate more! And you'll score better than me, Wilson, Gabriel, Justin, Yd, bla. So hope to see you in school tomorrow, yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm back in the homeworks mood. Shall go finished up my works later. Seriously hate Physics alot. I don't understand a f*k about what MrChia's talking about. Tsk tsk. Shall read through everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FEELING DAMN HUNGRY. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See, I can't stop blogging about how hungry I am.&lt;/span&gt; Any kind soul wants to buy dinner for me? ChaKwayTiao, pleaaaase! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. O. L.&lt;br /&gt;(Lots Of Love)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2231402605338933633?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2231402605338933633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2231402605338933633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2231402605338933633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2231402605338933633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-cupid-got-me-in-chokehold.html' title='But cupid got me in a chokehold.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rot-v9Q_MnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HJx4CdgMXDE/s72-c/my_dog____by_efedrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6586003410143645859</id><published>2007-07-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:45:41.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like each time I'm with you, I lose my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nWszD9-I-P/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nWszD9-I-P/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day!! School was fun, with Michelle there talking non-stop and Joy to crap with me. Hello (Screw you), Joy!! &lt;em&gt;-with the hands sign. &lt;/em&gt;Joy = Idiot. Haha. The goodnight msgs got all the &lt;em&gt;Smile always! Stay cute!&lt;/em&gt; stuffs. &lt;strong&gt;Twit la you Joy Yean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Pizza Hut with Yd + Jessica, Chris, Justin, Gabriel, and Boyfriend! The service there was bad. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love everybody maaaaan. Yo man! Like bring everyone back to the clique, yo! Hoho. Roflolmaomg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel, Yd, blabla. So many people got their hair snipped off!! Haha. Straight fringe is the new trend, yo!! Boyfriend was friggin' worried that he'll be the next one, so acc him to have his haircut at Kallang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 4 packets of Cat food and went around to feed the kitties! Ohmygod. Cute, and cute, and cute, and cute!! Even Boyfriend says they're cute kay! Like he used to be so afraid of wild cats. Ran around to get the food. Like Boyfriend was saying, &lt;em&gt;"Ask you to run in school you don't want. This kind of things then you run."&lt;/em&gt; Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RoppVtQ_MlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gCUPguNmPqw/s320/P03-07-07_21.01.jpg" width="315" border="5" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RopoY9Q_MjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P4_02GVF2WY/s200/P03-07-07_20.57.jpg" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RopoY9Q_MkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/x741OjZF8Fc/s200/P03-07-07_20.57%5B01%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q154/screamforhate/03072007223.jpg" width="315" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80/ed back to SengKang. Fed Maomaos with the last pckt of food left! Love this two kitties which always hang around near my block. Cute f*k. Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm so lazy to do homeworks again. Must give myself afew tight slaps on the face. Whatever. Need to go sleep already, serious. Dyyyyying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6586003410143645859?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6586003410143645859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6586003410143645859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6586003410143645859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6586003410143645859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/seems-like-each-time-im-with-you-i-lose.html' title='Seems like each time I&apos;m with you, I lose my mind.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RoppVtQ_MlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gCUPguNmPqw/s72-c/P03-07-07_21.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3583675457930964188</id><published>2007-07-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:31:23.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 5TH MONTH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, yup. Happy happy day! 5th month with Boyfriend. Like damn super. Poof! 5 months had gone by since we stead. Hehe. And we're still as loving! Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy anything for Boyfriend again! Bad girlfriend, yes. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend got me a teddy bear and a handphone strap thing with my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. The next time he'll have to kiss so many bbs (plus me!) before he leaves my house. 2Bearbears, 2Pigs, and Eeyore! Hehe. He didn't do it just now. Raaaah! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082631367838085634" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RokiTNQ_MgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bEs_gY7zn1o/s320/P7020620.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Boyfriend, Gabriel, Justin, Christiana, YongDa, and stead(Jessica) ! Fun fun. Like we were damn crazy. Met them at 12, then bus to Tm. Bought tickets, had lunch, arcade/d, walked around, then caught Transfomers! Damn nice, I tell you. Like the nicest I've watched in so long. I so love robots please! (now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yd and stead held hands la! Ohmygodzxzx. Sweet k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Toy'R'us after the show. And got super crazy. Look at the photo, you'll know. Had dinner with Boyfriend at 205, then came over to my place. Love you oh, Wilson Chee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done any work yet! And I still don't have the mood to do it. So don't feel like going to school please. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3583675457930964188?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3583675457930964188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3583675457930964188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3583675457930964188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3583675457930964188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-your-runaway-smile-in-my.html' title='I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RokiTNQ_MgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bEs_gY7zn1o/s72-c/P7020620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3136337554311787111</id><published>2007-07-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:12:25.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't ask for much, Baby. Having you is enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Birthday reviews:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mine!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty/ &lt;s&gt;handsome&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( Hoho). &lt;strong&gt;Loves to dress up. Easily bored.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;/strong&gt; Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attractive personality.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sexy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Affectionate, shy, and reserved.&lt;/strong&gt; Secretive. &lt;strong&gt;Naturally honest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Generous&lt;/strong&gt; and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. &lt;em&gt;Great kisser&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Easily angered&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been days already and I still can't stop hugging Bearbear around. Haha. Love it!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped English tuition today. Mummy gave me 6wake up calls, and I went back to sleep after each one. I was so so tired y'see. Heh. Maths tuition 's alright. I was late, and half the time don't understand what the teacher was talking about. ZzzZz. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 's reading my blog archieves now. He must be laughing at me at the exact moment I'm typing this. Hoho. I feel so shit. All the twitzxzx posts. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay up late. I'll have the urge to eat and eat and eat and stuff myself with food. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com 's damn problematic. Dumb machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3136337554311787111?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3136337554311787111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3136337554311787111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3136337554311787111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3136337554311787111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-ask-for-much-baby-having-you-is.html' title='I don&apos;t ask for much, Baby. Having you is enough.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7925530882711353045</id><published>2007-06-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:04:14.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You took my hand and showed me how.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RoUVD9Q_MbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_VQoUR8wmZU/s320/Silly+words.jpg" width="200" border="7" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo people yo! I am so high now. Like super crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sz:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so high now! I want to jump around and run around and scream and sing and hug you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Come come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q154/screamforhate/hughug.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sz:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q154/screamforhate/hugs.gif"  /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Woohoo! Happy happy!! I love Boyfriend alot alot X10000000! Even more then thhhaaaat! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some sort of 'fight' with Boyfriend today. But everything 's okay now. Small fights will make us closer yup! And our r/s will be stronger! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was quite okay. Gary and JingXian are fun. Gee. We were talking about r/s I think. Then Jx was like saying that it doesn't matter how long a r/s is. It's the heart that counts. The feelings of one. He was like saying that feelings will fade as the months go by. But that's so totally untrue. Like I'm loving Boyfriend more and more already. More than the past few months. And less the the next few DECADES! Heh. I want to be with Boyfriend forever!!! Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend says he wants to be with me forever also! Happy happy. All evil humans shall be exorcised. Bear with me. I'm abit crazy today. Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7925530882711353045?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7925530882711353045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7925530882711353045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7925530882711353045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7925530882711353045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-took-my-hand-and-showed-me-how.html' title='You took my hand and showed me how.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RoUVD9Q_MbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_VQoUR8wmZU/s72-c/Silly+words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5984400260936699961</id><published>2007-06-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:47:47.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be lost if I lost you.</title><content type='html'>Yo dude!! Hoho. My com crashed again. I reformatted the com again. Re/downloaded the softwares again. And the broadband thing. Also, my phone's usb connection thing. So troublesome. Stop crashing la stupid dumb computer! Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Napfa during PE today. Damn shit. Was like planning to walk throughout the whole 6 rounds. When I returned 5mins later after the first round of walking, Ms Ng ran with me. Totally 's like wth. Ran abit, then walked. So I failed. 5 stations were good. Ms Ng said that I'll at least get a Silver if I pass my run. But ohwell. I know I can, but I seriously hate running. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did alot of lame shit things in school today. Tricks like Black Magic, and all. Coolness, totally! Like all of us were like so happy when we got the tricks. Boyfriend was so blur la, I swear! Like there's 2 tricks which everyone already knew and he still couldn't figure out why. Everyone was like laughing at him. He's so cute! Serious. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad. Didn't have the mood to do any homeworks today. So I did none! Ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, start writing homeworks in notebooks. Cause like after jotting all the homeworks in notebooks, I started liking homeworks. After I've done one, I'll cancel it with a red pen. Feels good to see how much you've accomplished. So like I'll do my works so that I can cancel them out. Good idea, eh? Hehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And we took height and weight today! I shrunk. Whatthe. Nevermind the 1cm. I'll still grow. T.T Lost 3kgs since the last time we took h and w in school. Hehoha. Happy happy. Still, I want to lose weight. I want to be around 40-43kg. Afew more kgs to lose. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XoQCyqVoxm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XoQCyqVoxm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5984400260936699961?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5984400260936699961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5984400260936699961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5984400260936699961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5984400260936699961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-be-lost-if-i-lost-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be lost if I lost you.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7664777630137497277</id><published>2007-06-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:35:35.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a perfect world, you'll always be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ar_6T1lmTP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ar_6T1lmTP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time table 's like so ridiculous! 2 periods of Amaths, followed by English, then another 2 periods of Amaths. Trying to kill us issit!! Haha, auntyness! All went well though, time passes quite fast actually during Maths lessons. Cause there's like so much to note and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is so bloated though I only had bread and half a waffle for the whole day. Like super terrible. I vomited. K, I'm feeling so hungry now. This is baaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks are killing me. There's like so many! English compo, Maths Qns, Sci Wk + Qns from text, etc. Manymanymany. But I'm such good kid, I'm so gonna complete all k. Although I get distracted pretty easily. Like I was doing my work half way when I decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana gave all of us letters! And I swear I'm like damn touched after reading mine. Like seriously we've gone through quite alot together. From enemies to best friends. Haha. But I'm glad we went through this much. That's what makes our friendship stronger, yup? My darling Christiana! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed Boyfriend off by scolding him Kaopei. Like I was totally joking! Sorry Boyfriend, sorry. I won't do it again, I promise! Look at my innocent eyes/ face. 0.0 Gee. Sometimes, I'll tend to love Boyfriend more than usual. Want to dote on him and all. Like saying I love you alot of times! Until he gets tired of it. BUT. I know he won't! Hehe. Should slap myself for being so thick-skinned, yup? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, ShinEe! Let's meet meet meet k! Love you! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gonna go complete my homeworks already. I still got to do Mindmap for Kr, cause he wants to Maple! Bloody hell. Slap him with Nicolas' kkb! Tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7664777630137497277?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7664777630137497277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7664777630137497277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7664777630137497277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7664777630137497277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-perfect-world-youll-always-be-there.html' title='In a perfect world, you&apos;ll always be there.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5163362458087847026</id><published>2007-06-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:05:34.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight on our shoulders, it's time to run.</title><content type='html'>Got angry with Boyfriend just now. Like, the first thing he did when he wakes up is to on the computer. Still, he have the guts to reprimand me. Not exactly reprimand me, but y'know what it's like. He was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never nap, never do homework. Hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whattheeff. You came online once you've woken up. Have you bloody done any work yourself? So, me being me, I attitude him. Then all the drama, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, didn't manage to get hold of any newspaper. All 's been sold out. And Boyfriend 's just like, BeRightBack. Then when he's back he told me that he got me newspaper already. And the nearest place he can get newpapers' probably at HgMall, which is quite a far. (Maybe only to me? Cause I'm quite a lazy bum.) So yea, sweetness. Like I totally melted? And all the angst in me 's totally gone. I was so so touched, I almost teared. ALLLL-MOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And something totally lousy happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, girl. I know it's totally impossible. But yea. Will hang out with you more kay. Forget about Wilson also. Just you kay! (Jk:/) But will seriously hang out more with ya. Everything will be over before you know it. So cheers. Y' know all your friends will be there to give you support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And J. Hope you'll still continue hanging out with us all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5163362458087847026?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5163362458087847026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5163362458087847026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5163362458087847026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5163362458087847026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/daylight-on-our-shoulders-its-time-to.html' title='Daylight on our shoulders, it&apos;s time to run.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8323329811598398016</id><published>2007-06-26T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:10:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone said three years from now you'd be long gone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HdpfHO4ioP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HdpfHO4ioP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers are addictive. Actually, not. The things you can do on computers are addictive. Doesn't sounds right. Hmmm. Been glued to the computer since I got home. Like I even missed my sleep. I should get my butt up and do some works. Homeworks. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've already started lesson normal. Like this is the first week of school! And there's homeworks. Total turnoff. I'm so lazy. Boo hoo. And oh, speaking about it. I've yet to buy The New Paper for SS lessons. And Chem Tys. I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShinEe. Our plants are so dead too. The rain last night blew our teeny pot of plants down. And they're all tangled together now. Very sad, I know. I'll try saving it though. So, all 's well! Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New form 's not bad afterall, I guess. At least to me? So yeah to that! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Get my ass off the computer seat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy newspapers from downstairs. (Hopefully it's not sold out yet)-cross fingers&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete all works. (Excluding holi assignments)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pack for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep early! (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;Great. And sorry Jess, for not going over. Forgive me will you. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8323329811598398016?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8323329811598398016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8323329811598398016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8323329811598398016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8323329811598398016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-rolling-stones-wanna-paint-it.html' title='Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3114201015855697688</id><published>2007-06-25T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:19:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days feel like years when I'm alone.</title><content type='html'>People people people! Reformatted my computer, again. The com crashed, again. Yup, again again. Stupid dumb thing. And I lost the cute bear wallpaper I found. Like I searched for hours and still can't find it. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend got me bear bear from Genting! I like, I like. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rn_Z9v3y03I/AAAAAAAAAco/bzU1fT_5OsE/s200/P24-06-07_01.48.jpg" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rn_Z9v3y04I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Bajdp4secHQ/s200/P24-06-07_01.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080018559542940546" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hugging it around the house. Super crazy!! And it makes me miss Boyfriend alot. Nevermind, nvm. Love it! Love Boyfriend also!! Many many. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, SHINEEEEEE! GROW ALREADY, GROW ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rn_ckf3y05I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UvYe10pfpDs/s320/P25-06-07_07.08%5B01%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! Kay, 'nuff. First day of school. Change of form/co-form teachers. Byebye, Miss Seet. Byebye, Miss Lo. T.T Our current form teacher 's super sickening. She's crazy. Like Andrea's nails are like so super short please, and she wants him to cut his nail. Ohmygodzxzx. Strict teacher. Guess out grades gonna improve then. Plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer, computer. Can you not crashed again? Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3114201015855697688?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3114201015855697688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3114201015855697688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3114201015855697688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3114201015855697688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/days-feel-like-years-when-im-alone.html' title='The days feel like years when I&apos;m alone.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rn_Z9v3y03I/AAAAAAAAAco/bzU1fT_5OsE/s72-c/P24-06-07_01.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4994903991310250900</id><published>2007-06-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:46:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Man is back with Little Miss Sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>Yooohooo Christiana! Yooohooo ShinEe!! And yooohooo eh-verli-buh-ddy! I can use the computer already! Yes, yes!! It's reformated, repaired, and EVERYTHING! Even my speakers' working! Kay, kay. I still can't watch dvd. Will try to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Mr Computer Man from CVSS! &lt;em&gt;-Mummy got him to help us.&lt;/em&gt; Love you oh, Mummy! Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvCCP3y0KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mB1Z45OdV2U/s200/DSC03887.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many many many photos to upload laaaaa. Botanic garden with the kids, and outings with LimShinEe. Shall choose those better ones to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father's Day, Botanic Garden trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much games were carried out due to the rain. But overall, it's still a fun outing. The kids are cute!! Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvH-v3y0LI/AAAAAAAAAXI/AmfIygCOKlQ/s200/P17-06-07_09.27%5B01%5D.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvH-v3y0MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yL-NhMHvTv8/s200/P17-06-07_09.01.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvJQ_3y0NI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-hjNDXbTHLA/s200/P17-06-07_09.47.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvJRP3y0OI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RIsWEz3wjGo/s200/P17-06-07_09.12.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvJRP3y0PI/AAAAAAAAAXo/b6vuQ31B_FY/s200/P17-06-07_11.32.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvKPP3y0QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/IWG3n5xL72w/s200/P17-06-07_10.15.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvKPP3y0RI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MnJFO5jzJyE/s200/P17-06-07_10.47.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvKrf3y0SI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GRe46mXhPmU/s200/P17-06-07_10.25.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvKrv3y0TI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IiWER63wR24/s200/P17-06-07_10.25%5B01%5D.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvLRf3y0UI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NSQ46YIJMCE/s200/P17-06-07_14.03.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvLRf3y0VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WFFvivbiplc/s200/P17-06-07_14.01.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvLRv3y0WI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xCTVDQx5bBI/s200/P17-06-07_14.03%5B01%5D.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvL-P3y0XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5TVicZuUz4c/s200/P17-06-07_13.46%5B01%5D.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvL-P3y0YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ltk7FNp5HSk/s200/P17-06-07_13.46%5B03%5D.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvMav3y0ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vM4UZs8indY/s200/P17-06-07_11.52%5B01%5D.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvMa_3y0aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/S27OFtCwdxs/s200/P17-06-07_11.07.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvMa_3y0bI/AAAAAAAAAZI/nw57GelK0YI/s200/P17-06-07_11.13.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, June20th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with ShinEe. Ocean 13 (3.5stars) + Dinner at airport + &lt;em&gt;Bio-ing &lt;/em&gt;of handsome pilots + planes = Loaaaads of loves. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvTjv3y0cI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AI7uoGsQX4Y/s200/DSC03789.JPG" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvTj_3y0eI/AAAAAAAAAZg/X9FlhiJ6QTc/s200/P20-06-07_21.11.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvTjv3y0dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o0EveSbLrZ8/s200/P20-06-07_21.16.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvUOf3y0fI/AAAAAAAAAZo/OtjOEn60JLc/s200/DSC03800.JPG" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvUOv3y0gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RbXx0KwWIIA/s200/P20-06-07_20.09.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, June21st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with LimShinEe. Again, yes. Heh. Fun fun fun!! Ikea and Giant 's alot of fun to be in. And I found the chocolate I like! Those that's &lt;em&gt;endangered&lt;/em&gt;? Hehohaaa. Baby and I got ourselves a trolley full of softtoys. Went around, took more stuffs, (Show off to a girl. Hoho) and put everything back when it's time to go home. Kay, not everything. We bought chocolates, a pot, and seeds. Hee. Oh!! And we bought food for kitties near my block! Cute, oh-kay. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvVev3y0hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tnJRcBcJBBs/s200/DSC03832.JPG" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvVev3y0iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KXpBSA4Y3cE/s200/DSC03833.JPG" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvWAf3y0jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JSwCRhazcuw/s200/P21-06-07_15.37.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvWKv3y0kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L9BtcngomG0/s200/DSC03847.JPG" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvWnf3y0lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vi9vonmthNY/s200/DSC03872.JPG" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvWnf3y0mI/AAAAAAAAAag/N2pjdWpNh88/s200/DSC03860.JPG" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvWnv3y0nI/AAAAAAAAAao/QnwyFCrMpX0/s200/P21-06-07_16.04.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvXKf3y0oI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vaAfzaUxNuU/s200/P21-06-07_15.51%5B01%5D.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvXKf3y0pI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bGS0Ras4lyU/s200/P21-06-07_16.11.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvXrP3y0qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H0fJ5kycFQY/s200/P21-06-07_15.41.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvXrf3y0rI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Fp5qI-4OmlM/s200/P21-06-07_15.49.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvXrf3y0sI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lxwmme6b0DM/s200/P21-06-07_16.08.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvZ0_3y0vI/AAAAAAAAAbo/yedoHvkN8ks/s200/P21-06-07_18.05.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvZ0_3y0wI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WJRWYZO0S-I/s200/P21-06-07_18.05%5B01%5D.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvZ1P3y0xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/n6BeC7JySgs/s200/P21-06-07_15.51.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvaY_3y0yI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Yfoxb_lXn_8/s200/P21-06-07_19.27.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvaY_3y0zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KuhTAMNS408/s200/P21-06-07_20.14.jpg" width="175" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvayP3y00I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/c2ElPJnVmP8/s200/P21-06-07_21.04.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvayP3y01I/AAAAAAAAAcY/sFrNEaQ4XHk/s200/P21-06-07_21.04%5B01%5D.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvayP3y02I/AAAAAAAAAcg/FE8dNrgNYTk/s200/P21-06-07_21.05.jpg" width="112" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bloody long post. My eyes' hurting badly. I'm so not used to playing computer already. Hmmm, ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND 'S BACK FROM GENTING TODAY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, msg me your contacts kay! I've lost all my contact numbers. Hee. Same number! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4994903991310250900?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4994903991310250900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4994903991310250900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4994903991310250900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4994903991310250900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-man-is-back-with-little-miss.html' title='Rain Man is back with Little Miss Sunshine!!'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnvCCP3y0KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mB1Z45OdV2U/s72-c/DSC03887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8958136098009718412</id><published>2007-06-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:26:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All messed up.</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog recently. But, this won't be the case for much longer! A new modem is coming in on the 18th. Which means, that, I'm gonna be able to go online everyday, anytime! And I can do many many things ah-leh-dy. Which is totally coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not totally. Cause the speakers 's still down. Hoho. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cCttbB-s0P/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cCttbB-s0P/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show off a little here. Afew days ago, I got like so hungry in the middle of the night. Like at 12plus am? (Cause I didn't have anything for the whole day.) Then Boyfriend rode his bike to Plaza to get shaker fries (Hg Mac 's not 24hrs), then came over to my place!! Aww, so sweeeeeet. I hear you saaaaaying! Hohoho. Super!! I know I know. Faintzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeeeeel so loved. Loves loves loves loves loves x100000000000. I must have done some super good deeds my previous lifetime to get sucha good boyfriend. Hoho. (Pardon me. I'm getting very fond of HOHOs recently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face was super shitty afew days back. Like my whole face 's damn chao tah (burnt). And it's like super dry. I can't open my mouth wide. It'll hurt. And y'know crude people like me loves to yawn with their mouth wide open. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dear Boyfriend bought Hazelinesnow for me. Some super effective moisturizer, together with my peeling and scrubing off the dead skins, my face like back to normal. Even better! Hoho. Like the complexion 's better. Looooove it! (Although I complained alot when I'm having the AhMa's skin- Super wrinkled and all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoho! HOW CAN I FORGET? THIS IS THE BESSSSST PART! &lt;strong&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; LG SHINE. Beeeeeer-youuuu-ti-ful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAeMf3y0DI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YcaZlu-GHNs/s320/Picture+015%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that Mian Bao Chao Ren bear handphone accessories? Bought it just now. Cute like shit right! Christiana bought the Spiderman one. (Although it won't be cute if it's like shit- like Boyfriend said.) But you know what I mean. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAfPP3y0EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aDGArY7-qJs/s200/P13-06-07_20.47.jpg" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAfPP3y0EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aDGArY7-qJs/s200/P13-06-07_20.47.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up view of Mr Cute. I'm loving him more than I love Boyfriend. Hoho. Joking! -Not funny I know. -.- I'm like so super high today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAgqP3y0FI/AAAAAAAAAWY/vK2LBtm_HL8/s200/P13-06-07_20.21.jpg" border="5" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAgqf3y0GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kBBGHQIVI98/s200/P13-06-07_20.31.jpg" border="5" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I prefer N73 's camera. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Anyway, the 1st picture 's just another camwhore piece. 2nd one. See that super ugly ulcer poking out? Yes. It's causing me so much pain. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine. Everyone will live happily ever after. Hohoho. &lt;strong&gt;CAUSE, I SAY SO!&lt;/strong&gt; Hehoha heeee. Faintzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAjKP3y0HI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pDOJVFt3Ubw/s320/Picture+018%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How burnt I was.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAjKf3y0II/AAAAAAAAAWw/27p5Na3pa4s/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how loving we are. HOHOHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee~ Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Happy 4th Monthsary to Justin and Christiana? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8958136098009718412?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8958136098009718412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8958136098009718412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8958136098009718412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8958136098009718412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-messed-up.html' title='All messed up.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RnAeMf3y0DI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YcaZlu-GHNs/s72-c/Picture+015%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5655902572209625834</id><published>2007-06-08T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:59:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn my spinning head.</title><content type='html'>Gonna blog fast and continue drooling over wwm. Had been watching PrisonBreak, and the show's like super addictive. Completed 16 episodes in 2 days. Haaa. Although I'm abit slow over here. Still watching Season1, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally burnt. Sunburnt. Face, back, shoulders. Hurts like shit. And I'm super dark now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sentosa with Boyfriend, Justin, and Christiana yesterday. Fun. Like I've been wanting to go Sentosa since forever. And like finally. Hah. First time to Sentosa, together with Boyfriend. And it's w-oah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afew more days, and it's gonna be 1 year since I went Sentosa with the guys to celebrate -'s birthday. And it feels like yesterday. It's more fun going out with current Boyfriend, and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the Songs of the Sea. It's Oh-kay. Like it started to rain halfway through the show. And there's no shelters and all. So we've got to use towels as umbrellas, which is quite stupid actually. Heh. And all around there's 'I' and 'C' people. Like yes, I'm very racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had shaker's fries at HFC. Large Milo to go with it. Like I'm totally in love with Ice Milo now. And I've got the sudden craving for it now. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyne asked to go back to NSPS on teacher's day. But he's going back with someoneIdoesn'twanttosee. So maybe. See how it goes. Shirly, and people! If y'all reading. Let me know if you people are going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5655902572209625834?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5655902572209625834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5655902572209625834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5655902572209625834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5655902572209625834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/goddamn-my-spinning-head.html' title='Goddamn my spinning head.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5370830798664017045</id><published>2007-06-04T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:50:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowdance with me ;)</title><content type='html'>Caught Shrek3 already. With Boyfriend, on our 4th Monthsary. Like it's full already and we gotta watch the 11:30 show. Cab-ed home after the show. And it cost friggin 21$! Oh! Boyfriend gave me an Eeyore softtoy. Baaaby. &lt;em&gt;-beams&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught Next last week. Nice show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana came over to my place yesterday. And we talked. Alot. Hehhh. Like from 1plus till 6plus. Must go out again. Soooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShinEe is coming back today. Y-ea! Let's go out kay.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wannaaa go to Sentosa! Desperately(?) Hehohaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, going to fry myself an egg then to watch Prison break. And, shaker fries are love! Super nice puhhhh-lese. Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5370830798664017045?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5370830798664017045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5370830798664017045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5370830798664017045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5370830798664017045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/slowdance-with-me.html' title='Slowdance with me ;)'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3562974833558893275</id><published>2007-06-02T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:01:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. / .-.. --- ...- . / .-- .. .-.. ... --- -. / -.-. .... . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title (Translation):&lt;/strong&gt; I love Wilson Chee &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Heeeee. The above is what we call, M0rse Code. And I'm currently trying to learn it! Super cool please. And of course, I've dragged Wilson to learn it with me. Cause I wouldn't be able to communicate with anyone through Morse Code even if I know it. As, nobody knows it. So Wilson Chee shall be the very nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silson-traded my daberlue........ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... .- .--. .--. -.-- / ..-. --- ..- .-. / -- --- -. - .... ... / ... - . .- -.. / --- -. --. ... ..- ... ..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HAPPY FOUR MONTHS STEAD ONGSUSU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right. :D&lt;br /&gt;Today's our 4th month! &lt;em&gt;Love you love you!&lt;/em&gt; Heee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3562974833558893275?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3562974833558893275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3562974833558893275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3562974833558893275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3562974833558893275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='.. / .-.. --- ...- . / .-- .. .-.. ... --- -. / -.-. .... . .'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2633331143456573805</id><published>2007-06-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:30:08.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama bring me to Serangoon North(?) Rainbow to see goldfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm super fu*king bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ask me out, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the News now. There's this cute person who climbed some building wearing the spiderman suite. Damn cute right. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the title for today's post. Cute right. If y'all had seen it on tv. The Rainbow goldfish thing? Chinese translation: &lt;em&gt;Mama dai wo qu shi long gang bei Rainbow kan jing yu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Y'see. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2633331143456573805?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2633331143456573805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2633331143456573805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2633331143456573805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2633331143456573805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/06/mama-bring-me-to-serangoon-north-to-see.html' title='Mama bring me to Serangoon North(?) Rainbow to see goldfish.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5329894811851596415</id><published>2007-05-30T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:16:31.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you crazy people come and jump around.</title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I last updated my blog. Hasn't come online for quite awhile already. Like the thought of using the computer bores me. Hehohaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer had been reformated. (Had I mentioned this before?) Just that I don't have the modem cd. So yup, can't go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having super weird dreams recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Great Singapore Sales is here! &lt;em&gt;-beams like crazy.&lt;/em&gt; But I need money laaaaaaa. Please please, money drop from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the LG Shine KU970! Totally gorgeous. But Moooommy doesn't want to get it for me. :(  I've been without phone for slightly over a month already. Crazy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shit. I just found out that this phone doesn't have a memory card slot. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAHLAO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now. I've got no idea what phone I want. Aaaaaa-gain. Jolly well. That will stop me from dreaming about getting a phone any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go kill myself already. Or probably hide in a dark corner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing before I go. And y'all probably hasn't heard me say that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Boyfriend alot!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5329894811851596415?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5329894811851596415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5329894811851596415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5329894811851596415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5329894811851596415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-you-crazy-people-come-and-jump.html' title='All you crazy people come and jump around.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5232100513126709940</id><published>2007-05-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:37:44.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't go anywhere, so give my love to everyone.</title><content type='html'>Got back all the results already. Failed 2. Chemistry and History. Yes. SuZhen fucking failed her History. &lt;s&gt;Knnbccb&lt;/s&gt; please. How can I ever ever fail History. And it's the last History exam of the year. Social Study next semester. S-I-A-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Fernvale this afternoon to meet Boyfriend. Then to Compass. Lunched, the headed over to my place. Boyfriend helped me with the reformat com thing. Yes, I can use the computer now. But there's fucking no internet connection. Cause I've lost the Singnet thing. And there's no audio as the installation disc is hidden somewhere, together with the Singnet thing. Kay, probably Mummy had thrown it away already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Boyfriend home today. I'm sucha independent girl. Yeah right. Bull shit eh. And I got a lil mood swing just now. Hmmm. Maybe a little more than that. But oh well, I don't even know what's the cause of it. So like although I'm supposed to send Boyfriend home, he rushed after me after putting down his bag and all. Then sent me to the busstop. Yes, sweet lil thing. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Can you please stop duh-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit Boyfriend. Wanted to prank him on msn. But he just wouldn't reply me. I wonder what the heck he's doing right now. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like 60 plus people online right now. Wow for me. It's a rare thing. Hee. And people whom I don't/ rarely talk to are talking to me. Double wow. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/B47lFip3Ds/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/B47lFip3Ds/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pig had been sleeping. So yeah. Stupid gay piece of shit. (Who's loved very much by Osz.) :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5232100513126709940?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5232100513126709940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5232100513126709940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5232100513126709940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5232100513126709940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wont-go-anywhere-so-give-my-love-to.html' title='I won&apos;t go anywhere, so give my love to everyone.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-3347357792805438065</id><published>2007-05-17T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T11:18:42.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm missing you like a child missing her blanket.</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school for 2 consecutive days already. Yesterday, overslept. Boyfriend, and KaiRen skipped school also. So, met up with Boyfriend and headed over to KaiRen's place. Slacked and all. Chris and Justin came over at around 5? Dinner at 7plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I piggybacked each other! Hehhh. And my back still ache. Whoper crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Gabriel's house after dinner. Was suppose to go to Punggol Park but it started to drizzle. So that explains why. Gabriel's gonna pass me the refomat disc. And I'll be able to use the com already! (If everything goes well.) Huraahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Mummy about repainting the house. As soon as possible, hopefully. Hotpink and baby pink walls! Can't wait! Seriously. People who hate pink will detest coming to my room, I'm sure. But who cares. I'm want to redecorate the place also. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm missing Boyfriend already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-3347357792805438065?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/3347357792805438065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=3347357792805438065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3347357792805438065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/3347357792805438065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-im-missing-you-like-child-missing.html' title='And I&apos;m missing you like a child missing her blanket.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1806606470320656108</id><published>2007-05-13T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:40:40.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice it chased away, all the sanity in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to: Free Loop- Daniel Powter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hadn't blogged for days already. Miss blogging? Not really. Y'all people miss me? I bet. Hehh. :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay. Here's a summarised version of everything that had happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week was a busy week. -Exams week. Study sessions over at KaiRen's place. Which I usually end up sleeping like a pig. Won't expect high passes. Though I think I can score better, if I've put in more effort. Well, that's what normal human beings will say anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad Pei Hwa conducts like 2 different subjects exams per day. Cause the whole Mye, with 7 subjects only took 4/5 days. Friday. Holiday for most of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with Boyfriend, then trained to Vivo to look for ChristianaAndJustin. Notice that their names are joined together. Hee. Kay, nuff' of crap. Caught Bridge To Terabithia. Lousy show. Saw some primary school mates. Tooney (JunHao)!! And Shirly! Ohgod right. And Toony is t-a-l-l. Seriously. Compared to last time. Guys really grow faaast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justin headed to Raffles or something to look for his parents. Christiana went home. Boyfriend and I, to Chinatown. So like he brought me to places. Seems like Chinatown brings back lots of his childhood memories eh. His family used to own shops there, y'see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he bought me Crazy strings! And I sprayed him all over. Funny shit. He stayed at my house for awhile, then headed home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday. Out with ShinEe. Had a haircut. (And my fringe sucks like shit now.) But it's alright. It WILL grow. But god knows how long. Then to Changi Airport. Maan. I seriously wants to get on a plane and fly somewhere. It's fun hanging out with ShinEe. Walked to 120. Talked alot. Star gazing. Amazingly, there LOTS of stars yesterday. Headed home around 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boyfriend is cute. And swweeeeet. He digged up some old msn chat logs of ours. &lt;em&gt;I'm 50 already right. Then, yoooouuu tooooooo. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1806606470320656108?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1806606470320656108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1806606470320656108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1806606470320656108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1806606470320656108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-voice-it-chased-away-all-sanity-in.html' title='Your voice it chased away, all the sanity in me.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-534354375418945144</id><published>2007-05-06T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:08:04.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I see, what love means.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so I just found out that I actually like Maths. I like the feeling I'll get after completing the exercises. The kind of feeling I'll get when I managed to do most of the questions by myself. Hehhh. How I wish I got a genius braaaaain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers got the smell of Oreos. Heh. This is so random. I get distracted very easily y'see. And I'm supposed to be mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Boyfriend very much. That sai thing who didn't pick up my phone just now. The sai thing whom I love very much. Hahhhhh. Whatever right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2f98ukGYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SnIX1TCx5wY/s320/loveees3.bmp" border="0"  width="180"/&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2hHcukGZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZXNNB8MNQTY/s320/loveees2.bmp" border="0"  width="180"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I poked the blister.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaaaa. Cheena Suzhen. Anyway it's whoper killing. Like, p-aaaaaa-in. So now there's the Hello Kitty plaster on it. And it's pink! Happppy whippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took many dumb photos with Sister just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2h7MukGaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vVzoOvmERkQ/s320/Picture+001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2iVMukGbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tejcPCfLgvc/s320/Picture+005%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a twit one. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2jc8ukGdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gDXaKHMVO9c/s320/Picture+006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2jPMukGcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0Qv-qjivcAs/s320/Picture+003%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2jusukGeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/tK-uYAfHwLY/s320/Picture+009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2kv8ukGfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Ip_z11mm638/s320/Picture+007%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuperMan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2k8cukGgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x-tq9TVD3Gw/s320/Picture+002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, a more human one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to mug already. Bye, peeeeeeeee-po!!&lt;br /&gt;-waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-534354375418945144?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/534354375418945144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=534354375418945144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/534354375418945144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/534354375418945144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-i-see-what-love-means.html' title='Now I see, what love means.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rj2f98ukGYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SnIX1TCx5wY/s72-c/loveees3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4753932505415995017</id><published>2007-05-05T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:42:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYFRIEND!! D-u-h. (:</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be in Skss now. English and Maths tuition. So dumb please. Like my English Mye is over already, and the Maths teacher teaches topics which I've not learnt in school. Which means that everything that she's teaching now, will not help me in my Maths Mye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work yesterday. I was so lazy. Plus Boyfriend's over at my house, and I can't bear to leave him. (: Girls are so weird. One day, they can be angry with a particular person, and totally in love with him, the next. Cute eh. Hehohaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, Boyfriend came over the previous morning, so that we can go to school together. Like super early. And I didn't even know that he's gonna' come over. (probably cause I didn't want to talk to him online, answer his call, or to contact him) I was angry y'see. So yeah, not my fault. But he totally shocked me when I turned around and saw him. Like, I screeeeeamed. Still, the feeling's sweet. &lt;strong&gt;-Beams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scalded my hand while cooking Mee yesterday. Now there's this brown blister patch there. Ugly. And. Pain. Equals, sucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel called me on msn just now. Ohmygod. So cute!! Heh. And I'm webcam/ing with ShinEe now. Msn is sucha nice thing. Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, Sister's complaining. She wants the laptop back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4753932505415995017?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4753932505415995017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4753932505415995017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4753932505415995017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4753932505415995017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/boyfriend-d-u-h.html' title='BOYFRIEND!! D-u-h. (:'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4526006234079448313</id><published>2007-05-03T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:14:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything, back to where it was.</title><content type='html'>Bad bad day. I'm feeling sick. Gastric pain is killing. But I didn't have the appetite to eat. P came. Let's blame my mood swing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the bus, took the train alone, was late for school, made to stand/ sit in the quadrangle for 2 periods, plus detention after school. Mr William Tan is sick in the ass. He added half an hour more to my detention time, and shouted at me when I fell asleep. I like Mr Lin though. :) Nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History remedial after school. Vomited. I was feeling quite sick over something. Joy and Michelle are nice people. Kept playing, shouting and all. Highhhhhhh. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to take Napfa, but it was too late already. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel just called. There's no one to open the shop, and I need to go down tomorrow. Duper whoper troublesome. Spoiler mannnnnzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body was stiffened when you had you arms around my shoulders. Whenever you stand too close, I'll move away. It feels weird. Everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes. I was jealous/ angry/ pissed. I won't exactly say that she's my good friend or what. And definitely not the person I hope to see you with. Alone in the deserted canteen, for afew hours. I've always thought that she's quite a flirt. And it's not only me who thinks like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4526006234079448313?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4526006234079448313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4526006234079448313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4526006234079448313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4526006234079448313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-back-to-where-it-was.html' title='Everything, back to where it was.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8718205333863045314</id><published>2007-05-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:06:50.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you, I fall so fast.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I think about it, I'll smile to myself. How spastic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rji1vcukGXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ab386Qkxp3c/s320/KISS_ME_by_josemanchado.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school. (I guess) I want Christiana to be in the same class as me. I want ShinEe to transfer to PeiHwa. I really don't like some things that are happening. But oh well. Suzhen is a nice person. Everything will be fine. I won't care. Only then will I be a happy girl. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back History Ct2. I tought that I'm so gonna flunk it this time round. But I got friggin' 22/30! Oh my god. What luck. Super happy please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take Napfa tomorrow after school. Like so whatthe*. How dumb can the teachers get? Isn't it obvious that I didn't want to take Napfa? I'm like always skipping classes/ or school due to this stupid test. Which is of no use to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig. It's been so long since we really talk to each other and all. Hope that you're still doing fine. I'm quite dissapointed/ upset about your quitting school decision. But well, since you say that you're gonna go oversea to study in afew years time, all the best to you. Don't get yourself into too much troubles kay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Wilson Chee very much. Like first time in 3 months I have the want-to-be-with-him-forever thought. Like I don't really believe that anything in this world will last forever. But here I am, wanting to stay together with someone &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. How dumb. Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahhhhhhh, people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8718205333863045314?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8718205333863045314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8718205333863045314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8718205333863045314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8718205333863045314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-you-i-fall-so-fast.html' title='With you, I fall so fast.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rji1vcukGXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ab386Qkxp3c/s72-c/KISS_ME_by_josemanchado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-152556120814443590</id><published>2007-05-02T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:57:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and forever, Baby.&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 3 monthsary! &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you alot alot alot alot times 1milliontimes. Heee. And you're super handsome today/ yesterday. (I know you'll say that you're always handsome if you were to see this.) But yeah. (: And that thing seriously makes me melt. Cinema&amp;amp; cab. Like I was feeling weak all over. Love you, Wilson Chee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Work was damn stressful. Rushed down to Bugis after the lunch with clique. Had to run from Little India all the way to Bugis St. And my gastric pain was killing me. I reached the shop, perspiring like some pig ass. And sales wasn't too good in the first place. Lucky it picked up after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Botanic garden this morning. Complete waste of time. (To me.) Like we walked alot. From one end to another, and took friggin' 3 hours. My leh was aching from standing (work) and walking too much. So had lunch at Bugis after that. Yes, Bugis again. I'm getting so sick of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Bathed, prepared, then met Boyfriend. Trained to Plaza Sing, bought tickets for SpiderMan3, walked around, then used the train to HouGang to look for Christiana and Justin. Crapped and everything, then the couple left. Headed to Boyfriend's house. Watched SpiderMan1's dvd. Trained back to Plaza Sing for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super duper whoper nice please. And I'm like so crazy over superheros now. UltraMan, SpiderMan, and SuperMan. Bla bla yada. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home. I love Boyfriend so so much! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm missing your hugs and * already.&lt;/span&gt; :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-152556120814443590?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/152556120814443590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=152556120814443590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/152556120814443590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/152556120814443590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-and-forever-baby3.html' title='Now and forever, Baby.&lt;3'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-355042528213343447</id><published>2007-04-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:32:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workity-work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friends are like bras. They're close to the heart, and there to support.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Cute right. This is on one of the tops I saw at Bugis. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Work. Work. Super boring please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day! Boyf came to look for me after I get off work. I didn't have anything for the whole day and was super looking forward to supper with him. But he was full already. Oh well. I'm still whoper glad to see him. I rush down, half jumping after Boss released me. And I can't stop smiling when I see Boyf! I wanted so much to hug him after one whole day of stupid sales. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sales not so good. Boss doesn't seems very happy, I guess. And there's rivals from downstairs. So bla, and bla. What's more, I lost my friggin' Card Holder and there's like my Ic and ez link. Boss suggested that we close the shop earlier, and we did. Took a bus home. I was feeling so sick! Vomited when I alighted. Cause nobody's there to accompany for lunch/ dinner/ supper today! Stupid Boyf. Awww, hahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this super duper nice Aunty found my Card Holder and and brought it to my house to return to me. I'm so soso touch! And also, thanks to the address on my Ic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought pumps today. Very preeeeety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English MYE tomorrow! Ohmygod. Is there anything to study for English? Cause if there is, I'm dead. Didn't revise a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching ANTM. I super hate that Melrose. Sucha bitch kay. And AJ is out! Whatthe*. She's like my favourite! Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-355042528213343447?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/355042528213343447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=355042528213343447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/355042528213343447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/355042528213343447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/workity-work.html' title='Workity-work.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4312767749394907914</id><published>2007-04-28T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:49:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my heart you'll always be, forever baby.</title><content type='html'>Didn't work today. I'm a irresponsible girl. Hehhh. Work is super &lt;i&gt;sian&lt;/i&gt; please. Money please drop from the sky. And that pink N73! I'm so gonna buy! Forever21 is having a sale soon. Huray! -beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought home mountains of books today. Cause we weren't suppose to leave anything in the cardboard due to MYE. Boyf is super nice. He carried my super duper whoper heavy bag for me! Then he stayed and taught me Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you more and more already. Like I can't bear to let you go today. And we can't sms or what. Just that we'll get to talk online when my sister allows me to use her laptop. I really hope to have supper with you after work tomorrow. And on labour day, go for a movie or something. Cause it's gonna be our 3 months soon. &lt;strong&gt;I love wilson chee!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShinEeeee! I miss you already! Let's meet up someday kay. Weekdays probably. Will call you. Or you can contact Wilson also. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christiana. I don't know what happened, and we seldom talk already. Awww, must must find some time to talk to you. And I'll try to use my sister's laptop during evenings or something. And get my phone real sooon. So we can sms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm webcam/ing with Boyf now! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Many many lovess!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RjJBqcukGWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1OpfQrKNE-M/s320/loveees.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahhh! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4312767749394907914?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4312767749394907914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4312767749394907914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4312767749394907914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4312767749394907914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-my-heart-youll-always-be-forever.html' title='In my heart you&apos;ll always be, forever baby.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RjJBqcukGWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1OpfQrKNE-M/s72-c/loveees.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7529297306808886267</id><published>2007-04-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:04:23.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU (L)</title><content type='html'>Hello ehvelibuhdy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went M-I-A cause my stupid computer is spoiled. I'm using sister's laptop to blog now. And my precious N73 is stolen! Fuck those cheebyes philipinos please. Fuck them. (Though they love being fucked.) But still. Kay, People with AIDs, fuck them please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, started working already. Work is so blardy boring please. Verrrry saddd. And Wilson's not happy about me working. Double sad. And ShinEe also! :( times 1000000. But the people there are super nice! But I don't really like Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis village 2nd floor. I can't remember the shop's name. But, the shiop opposite is the 'Ice Collection'. Come and buy clothes/ bags from me kaay! I'll be working tomorrow, on Saturday, and Sunday. Love you love you! Hahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS BOYF. I can't message with him. And we can't chat online.&lt;br /&gt;Again, Fuck those 2 ass philipinos. You'll probably get a much much more vulgar post if I was allowed to blog afew days ago. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7529297306808886267?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7529297306808886267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7529297306808886267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7529297306808886267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7529297306808886267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-you-l.html' title='I MISS YOU (L)'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1311202309175169848</id><published>2007-04-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:56:55.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only wanted you to be there when I open my eyes.</title><content type='html'>Someone asked Boyf for number yesterday! Eee, actually I've got rivals also! Hehhhh. I didn't know Wilson is so attractive. :/ It's okay. He didn't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RieeBRlaxFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9zQdwa7-qz8/s200/heybabe.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RieehRlaxII/AAAAAAAAAUY/zwZwX1dzE6Q/s200/lovelovelove.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RieeaBlaxHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xLHUh8rwJXU/s200/xingfu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He only loves me!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiefMhlaxJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4oMDWQRxZH0/s200/punch1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiefMxlaxKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KZdXtymK21E/s200/punch2.gif" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Ahhhhhhbish!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's do this to the girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Nah, I'm a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tang's super funny today. Imagine his sexy face/ body kaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Typical 50plus look. (Wrinkled face) + White/ Black/ Grey hair. + Balding already. + Skinny. + Pants that's worn up to his waist. + Checkered button down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause like KaiRen asked me to go over, and I asked him to come over instead. Then he scolded vulgarities at me and I abc/ed him back. (So yeah, jokingly.) And like Jessica and I were talking, Mr Tang came over. "Eh you two uh. Keep quiet la." Then KaiRen dared me to scold MrTang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kr:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sz sz. You scold him laaaa." (In his usual disgustingly sacastic voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sz:&lt;/strong&gt; "Cher, I won't scold you one." -looking at MrTang with innocent face. LOL! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mt:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya people teach you bad things, cannot listen uh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sz:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hah noh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mt:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya, good. &lt;em&gt;You tou nao&lt;/em&gt;." -nods head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sz:&lt;/strong&gt; -looking at Kr. "I've got brain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kr:&lt;/strong&gt; "Scold him la. Scold him la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mt:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hey. Don't spoil our teacher-student-relationship hor."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee! So cute right! :D By the way, he's our Chinese teacher. And all he does in class is to walk around, "Hey wake up!" "Listen to me la." "Don't use your handphone!" "Don't talk uh." And teach, with only afew listening. Weird. This kind of things only happens in his class. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so sick of my red toe nails. Removed it, and painted them white!! -Beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Chris. You can talk to me when you're emo kay. Sometimes, I'll be like very &lt;em&gt;boh chup&lt;/em&gt; or reply very slowly. I'm very sorrry. Cause like I prefer talking face to face, and it's easier to talk that way. So yup. Tell me all about it tomorrow in school kay. Love you! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;When I wanna reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;But I turn and I walk and I let it ride&lt;br /&gt;Baby I must confess&lt;br /&gt;We were bigger than anything&lt;br /&gt;Remember us at our best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1311202309175169848?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1311202309175169848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1311202309175169848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1311202309175169848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1311202309175169848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-only-wanted-you-to-be-there-when-i.html' title='I only wanted you to be there when I open my eyes.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RieeBRlaxFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9zQdwa7-qz8/s72-c/heybabe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2186349059427512697</id><published>2007-04-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:11:44.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And for that one special kiss.</title><content type='html'>I am super duper whoper piper tired! All the shoppings. :D Spent over 100$ today. My money's like 2/3 gone already. But who cares right. It's not like I do this everytime. Just 2 consecutive days. Cause Sister wants me to shop with her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiZATqd4xoI/AAAAAAAAATY/GCIQady_HT4/s320/18042007172a.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiZAgqd4xpI/AAAAAAAAATg/vVyEGk8McNY/s320/18042007172c.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiZAoKd4xqI/AAAAAAAAATo/2rHPkC59wuo/s320/18042007172b.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to shop alone. First stop, Vivo. A big fat smile was plastered across my face when I stepped into the mall. The whole world must be thinking that I'm some weird asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a top from Top Shop, and a tubetop from Forever 21. Bought a tee for Boyf also! See, I'll never forget my boyfriend. Hehhh. Shopped, then used the train to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle asked me to work for him again. So I agreed! He said that he'll call, prolly tomorrow, to confirm everything. And if everything goes well, I can start training/working next Sat. The damn thing is that Mid Year is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a top, with a discount. Uncle's very nice and cool with stuffs. He mentioned that he's the one who designed the top that I bought and it's limited to only 100 pieces. Which is super :D (times 100).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiY_Fad4xnI/AAAAAAAAATQ/q7qL1SSEwlM/s320/18042007183.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Kitty Necklace! &lt;/strong&gt;Super&lt;em&gt; chio&lt;/em&gt; right!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Boyf. Had lunch/ dinner. Fried rice, and it sucks totally. So like didn't manage to finish the food. Walked around somemore, and bought a white pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;-Didn't managed to find my Superman Tee. Anyone can tell me where to buy it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people. I'm going to sleep already. Sister on the air-con today! It's been so long since I've slept in an air-conditioned room. Pray that I'll be able to wake up for school tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2186349059427512697?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2186349059427512697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2186349059427512697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2186349059427512697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2186349059427512697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-for-that-one-special-kiss.html' title='And for that one special kiss.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiZATqd4xoI/AAAAAAAAATY/GCIQady_HT4/s72-c/18042007172a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6348041515324110762</id><published>2007-04-18T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:45:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiWB-ad4xlI/AAAAAAAAATA/w1SQw_zsrQw/s200/shiok.gif" border="0" /&gt;Didn't go to school today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equation1:&lt;/strong&gt; Skip school = More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equation2:&lt;/strong&gt; Bon Ten = Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equation3:&lt;/strong&gt; No school = S-h-i-o-k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/gpmU4p00h4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/gpmU4p00h4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo/ness + the shopping mood I'm having now + the stupid 2.4km run, led me to the skip-school-decision. I've got not much choice right. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Gonna go shopping later. Alone. I'm sucha independent girl right. Hehhh. And meeting Christiana Baby later. Maybe Boyf also. They must be missing me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiWE-Kd4xmI/AAAAAAAAATI/JWsS490k8cs/s200/dignose.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6348041515324110762?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6348041515324110762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6348041515324110762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6348041515324110762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6348041515324110762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/skipped-school-today-equation1-skip.html' title='Locked in my heart.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiWB-ad4xlI/AAAAAAAAATA/w1SQw_zsrQw/s72-c/shiok.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5225285403111463854</id><published>2007-04-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:59:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget I love you. Just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>Mr.y is so handsome pleeeease. I can't believe we - before. And actually, I kinda miss him. All the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kisses and hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiS9wlp9r4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IHsxmRJEtG8/s200/sway.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiS9wlp9r4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IHsxmRJEtG8/s200/sway.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiS9wlp9r4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IHsxmRJEtG8/s200/sway.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously start studying for midyear already. My common tests results are bad. There's improvements in some, but still, sucks. I want holidays. School days suck like fuckshit. The only good thing is that I can get to talk to Christiana Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. I'm feeling kind of emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. Baby and I planned to have a heart-to-heart talk after school tomorrow. Without the guys. Then I can cry all I want. I feel like breaking down already. I'm so.. Tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody 2.4km run tomorrow. Fuck PE. Fuck Napfa. Why the hell do we need to take this kind of bloody physical tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You've changed so much. Or is it only me? You get so easily pissed nowadays. And talks to people as though you got not much choice but to entertain. You seems to be happy only when you're in class with &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; people. I don't know what you're thinking about anymore. We just don't seems to click, like the way we used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5225285403111463854?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5225285403111463854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5225285403111463854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5225285403111463854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5225285403111463854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-forget-i-love-you-just-way-you-are.html' title='Don&apos;t forget I love you. Just the way you are.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RiS9wlp9r4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IHsxmRJEtG8/s72-c/sway.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6846597288053637245</id><published>2007-04-16T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:24:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now come and kiss me till yo body gets weak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;POST NUMBER 19!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 is sucha nice number. [:[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p1blzVMb9Yw/RiN0BYVrqDI/AAAAAAAAACs/eJNYv1z7mdE/s200/15042007154.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p1blzVMb9Yw/RiN0BoVrqEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tfYAOef6fCI/s200/1504200715412.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p1blzVMb9Yw/RiN0B4VrqFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/R0TOw0nj5Yk/s200/150420071541.jpg" width="120" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid asshole Boyf gave attitude again today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's having serious pms recently. He even gave attitude to me! I was so bloody pissed, and I kept repeating the same thing over and over again, for the whole recess. "Wilson Chee Bye. Cbcbcbcbcb." Although I was angry with him, I can't help but look all over for him when he didn't join us at the canteen. :/ Stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, he sent messages to me, but I didn't reply him. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Which was quite dumb, because he's only sitting 3 rows behind me. So like we only started talking when he came over after school. Nudge me, apologize, and asked me to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm loving Wilson Chee more and more already? It's nice when he's holding me close. And when he says, "I don't know why but I miss you alot". When he's still at my house half an hour ago. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p1blzVMb9Yw/RiN1sIVrqHI/AAAAAAAAADM/CRJc8qV1Vmc/s320/16042007164.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf tikam Hello Kitty Roly Poly for me! And I'm going to get my Hello Kitty wallet very soon! The more Hello Kitty stuffs I own, the more I like Hello Kitty. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pizza Hut today. Plus Famous Amos donuts and cookies after that. Aren't you jealous? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall watch Corner* With Love after blogging. Then to revise Maths. (If I'm not too tired). Xoxo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sFOYFP4w21/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sFOYFP4w21/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6846597288053637245?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6846597288053637245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6846597288053637245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6846597288053637245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6846597288053637245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-come-and-kiss-me-till-yo-body-gets.html' title='Now come and kiss me till yo body gets weak.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p1blzVMb9Yw/RiN0BYVrqDI/AAAAAAAAACs/eJNYv1z7mdE/s72-c/15042007154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8880823982238116070</id><published>2007-04-15T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:27:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the one who's kept it real.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of my previous blogskin already. Changed to a simple one. Will work on a better skin when I have the time. Probably after MYE. Which means, I have to stick to this for another month or so. Hehhh. But it feels good looking at this one. Pink, pink, and MORE PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Beams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished 8 episodes of Corner* With Love already. Another 8 more to goooo! And I shall rewatch Wzbqw after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated 2 months to Christiana and Justinnnnn! (The Lims)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last loong looooongg okkaayyy. Lurb each other foreber aannnnd eberrrr! :D Althought there's many sucky people who wants the two of you to break, remeber the song, Don't Matter! I shall sing it for the both of you somedayyyy. Hehhhoha. Stay strong, my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to me okay. I love you many many Christiana Michele Koh! &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite interested in origami now. WenHao thought us how to make an envelope with a crane and Mr Russell thought us how to make Mr Santaaaa! Anyone wants to teach me more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. There are so many bitches in the world.&lt;br /&gt;BitchA. BitchC. BitchK! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8880823982238116070?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8880823982238116070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8880823982238116070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8880823982238116070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8880823982238116070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-one-whos-kept-it-real.html' title='You&apos;re the one who&apos;s kept it real.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8219935744472267800</id><published>2007-04-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:19:36.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness.</title><content type='html'>Didn't want to come online at first, but I've got to help GuahLih type out the transcripts. Cause Mr Russell wants everything by tonight. Seeeee! SuZhen is sucha nice girl. Say yeeeeeees, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school. Reached at about 8:45am, and had 2 hours detention after school. Which is so bloody unfair. Because all the other latecomers only had to stay for an hour and I've got to stay for 2. That stupid Om (the other Tan, not T. AhBaa) seems to detest me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made full use of that 2 hours and studied for my History CommonT tomorrow! I completed one essay, and used the Whole- Brain Note Making Techniques to do a mindmap. So I didn't have to learn so much later on! -Beaaaams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Justin to finish his Ncdcc training, then trained home. It was raining, and I didn't want to get my bag wet. So Mr Wilson Chee stuffed my bag into his uniform. It was so hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing, seriously. He look like some pregnant woman. -With the face of a man. HEHOHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have much appetite this few days. Like I only had Zhui kuehs and spring roll for the whole day. And I didn't even finish my Zhui kuehs. I didn't even eat the Sushi Uncle bought for us! Is it good or baad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No youtube/ing today. Gotta go study for tomorrow's test already. Gooood byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8219935744472267800?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8219935744472267800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8219935744472267800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8219935744472267800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8219935744472267800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-found-you-find-strength-in-your.html' title='I&apos;ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5869797956481391872</id><published>2007-04-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:07:49.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it feel to know that I love you, baby.</title><content type='html'>Many Chinese songs never fails to make me emoooo. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cRrQQ3wXJR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cRrQQ3wXJR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lyrics, click &lt;a href="http://d.sogou.com/geci.so?tGroupid=108049e7ea4c0965&amp;query=%BA%C3%D1%DB%C0%E1%BB%B5%D1%DB%C0%E1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. I'm thinking of - again. I'm a fucking flirt ass. Should seriously kill myself. For the past few months, I've thought I've gotten over -. But oh well, maybe I had. It's just this little part of me, wanting to keep those memories, wanting to keep - in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During History Sean asked: "So how long do you think this one will last?" Maybe afew more months. Maybe 1 or 2 years. And YiYang was like, "Hey you flirt." But isn't all puppy loves like that? Afew months, or maybe years. Then eventually, every thing will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired of it already, I guess. It's always the same. The passion between a couple will die down as time goes by. So why bother to try so hard to keep everything in place. I tried before. I did almost everything that - asked me to. I gave up things that I like, I stop doing anything that he doesn't like, even those which interest me. But still, everything is back to square one. I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amazing Fact:&lt;/u&gt; The ventral tegmental area is a clump of cells that make dopamine, a natural stimulant, and sends it out to many brain regions when one is in love. The feelings of passionate love, however, do lose their strength over time. Studies have shown that passionate love fades quickly and is nearly gone after two or three years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;How sad right. After 2 to 3 years, the chemicals are gone. And simultaneously, the passion will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone dote on me so much. Even during midnight. If I'm hungry, just a call, he'll be at my doorsteps with takeaway food. When I miss him, or want to see him, he'll take a cab over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being wrapped tightly in someone else's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Boyf is very nice already. Especially since it's his first time. And I should really treasure him and all. But it's like my r/s with - is quite a long one. So yeah. I will try not to be sucha bitch okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Boyf, if you get read this. I'm sorry. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like expressing myself? How I feel and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5869797956481391872?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5869797956481391872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5869797956481391872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5869797956481391872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5869797956481391872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-does-it-feel-to-know-that-i-love.html' title='How does it feel to know that I love you, baby.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6219271999119630593</id><published>2007-04-11T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:15:02.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause' I'm here to turn the corner with you.</title><content type='html'>Ohgod. I'm having gastric paaaaaain. A plate of rice which I didn't get to finish during recess, zhui kueh and spring roll after school. No more. These are not enough for fatty SuZhen. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waaaaant to buy clothes! Like I can't stop thinking about the dresses, tops, bottoms, and slippers I saw at Forever21, TopShop, and m)phosis. Oh please. Someone accompany me to Vivo again. Without the guys this time round, so that we caaaan shop non-stop. That'll be peeeeerfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had Physics CommonT today. I didn't know how to do, but I don't have the oh-this-is-bloody-difficult kind of feeling. If you know what I'm talking  about. Cause, actually I don't really understand that myself. Heeehoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school to finish up the video transcript. Chris and I were like cursing the whole damn thing. And we screamed when it's finally done after many hours of hardwork. And we had a Bestf heart-to-heart talk. It's nice to talk to Bestffffffff! Love you oh so vely te muchyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! We'll be bestfriends for a looooooong long time!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And stupid Boyf was angry with me just now. Cause like he was waiting for me and when he's talking to me. I'm like super boh chup (hack care). -According to MrWilson Chee. So he dumped my books of the table, gave attitude, and marched off. Wtf right. :) &lt;--The very nice SuZhen, still plastering a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like we sms/ed after that. And he apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boyf: "Are You hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;Sz: "Hungry? Me?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyf: "Ya. You. I thought you wanted spring roll?"&lt;br /&gt;Sz: "Ya, I want! :("&lt;br /&gt;Boyf: "Sorry leh just now. :( Go eat with Chris later okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself 2 pts (WH and GL). Hah hah. Faintzxzxzx. While we're going home (Lims and I), saw Yong Da at KouFu. And I'm like saying, "YongDa! Chris and Justin sweet sweet. I also want sweet sweet." Then miraculously, he replied, "Okay, I sweet sweet with you." Ohmygodplusyourgod. YongDa said that ohhhhh kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaaa. So guys. You better not give your girlfriends attitude okay. Cause they'll find themselves pts/ ganlaogongs/ sweethearts/ ganbaobeis/ blabla, whathaveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mine's just joking. I only loove my WilsonCheeee. But stillllll, don't give me attitude la! Vely se-keh-lly leh. -Whines like nobody's business. Now I know how you've felt when I give you attidtude. But I'm being sucha nice girl nowadays. I don't give attitude already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adds on to the list of 'Reasons which prove that my Boyf is having PMS recently'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall watch one episode of Corner* With Love before going to bed. Bye bye people. Nightyyyy night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6219271999119630593?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6219271999119630593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6219271999119630593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6219271999119630593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6219271999119630593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/cause-im-here-to-turn-corner-with-you.html' title='Cause&apos; I&apos;m here to turn the corner with you.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8021910781722168031</id><published>2007-04-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:02:36.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heartbeats are like music to me.</title><content type='html'>Boyf came over after school. He bought Super Ring and waffle for hungry SuZhen!! Hehhhh. Sucha nicceeee boy right. Watched videos on youtube. Then he taught me abit of Maths before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051432069840388690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; alt: " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RhpKtDHaQlI/AAAAAAAAASA/TfrAAZ9pXzA/s200/zjyda.jpg" border="3" /&gt;I'm watching Corner* With Love on youtube. Super duper awesome. I'm on episode 3 now. And like, I'm so addicted to the show already. I don't even want to study physics. Nor do my History homeworks. Like seriously. I don't even want to do the homeworks of my favourite subject. There, see how nice the show is. Ho-ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuoZhiXiang is super haaaandsome and cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Udon for dinnnnner. - fried udon for me once, and it taste superb! Like I had a sudden craving for it, so got Mummy to buy it for me as dinner. And so.. I love my Muuuuummy!! (When she's not being an ass) -Which she isn't, most of the time. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Russell is a very nice teacher. He was asking me about the video transcript. And when I told him that it's not done yet, he's still very nice. And he started the conversation with, "Oiii lazy shit!" Like he doesn't have that I'm-your-teacher-you're-my-student kind of attitude. Cool eh. Bua-haaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school again tomorrow. Ohgooood. I'm being lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://laozhabor.blogspot.com"&gt;http://laozhabor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is quite a hilarious blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my message tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tsxMC9youu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tsxMC9youu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right. Heeeeeehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8021910781722168031?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8021910781722168031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8021910781722168031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8021910781722168031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8021910781722168031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-heartbeats-are-like-music-to-me.html' title='Your heartbeats are like music to me.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RhpKtDHaQlI/AAAAAAAAASA/TfrAAZ9pXzA/s72-c/zjyda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-6555328037321829447</id><published>2007-04-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:16:48.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only you I give my heart to.</title><content type='html'>It's raining very heavily outside. And lazy bum SuZhen didn't go to school! There's Physics CommonT and I haven't studied a thing. So thaaaaat explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview thing on Friday, right? The POW planted a kiss on my hand. Let me say that again. A POW KISSED MY HAND! Poooow-wow. Cool right. Hehhhh. How many bloody people out there can say this bloody sentence. Maybe the bloody few. And I'm, the bloody ones. Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like played LAN with Boyf, Lims, Mr Russell, and WeiHong after the interview thing. And I seriously is very noooob. The whole damn thing made me super faint and I vomited. Luckily there's my super sweet Boyf around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got myself a clutch. Quite english. There's this very nice english button at the center of the ribbon. And it's very laceyyyy. I love laceeeeeeeeeeey stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo with Boyf, Lims, and Gabriel yesterday. Shopped around with Chris, while the guys went for a bag hunt. There's so many pretty clothes! I eyed on a a top and few dresses in Forever21, 1 at Topshop, 2 at Pull and Bear. Ohgod. I need mooooooooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Meet The Robinsons. Super duper whoper nice please. Must watchhh! Like the story line is suuuuuuper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That reminds me! I've got to go get the SuperMan tee shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf and I had dinner at my house. Takeaway food from KouFu. And some from the PasaMalam. Watched abit of tv after that, before dear Boyf headed home. My Bof is the bestest of allllll. Cheeeee Guo2! Love you so very much. Heeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cH-kuJiXuE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cH-kuJiXuE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-6555328037321829447?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/6555328037321829447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=6555328037321829447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6555328037321829447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/6555328037321829447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-only-you-i-give-my-heart-to.html' title='It&apos;s only you I give my heart to.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1945167931877494769</id><published>2007-04-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:04:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you hear a symphony</title><content type='html'>The Jalan Kayu Heritage Trail project is taking up so much of my time. Had an interview conducted with the old student/teacher of PeiHwa Public School, when everyone was out there playing. Like it was our school sports carnival or something. And the whole group missed the 3hour free flow of cotton candy and popcorns!! Wthhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf's having Pms recently. He got angry so easily. Like I have to stay back in school with the group to transcribe the interview video. Boyf and Gab came to the lab to look for us. I couldn't understand what the person's saying and the video's like 1hour plus long. I got so pissed, I stearted cursing. And then Boyf hit me. Super pain pleaseee. And he screamed at Gab and Chris also. Seeeeeeee!!! Guys are scary when they're Pms/ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I complained to him. And he patted my head and said saaaayang! Aww, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;:D  Boyfriends seriously make girls go lala! Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lims(Justin and Chris) and Boyf at night, then went to PasaMalam. Played the Catch-the-frog-&amp;-win-a-prize game. You know what I'm refering to right? Those dumb things floating on the water with a number with them. Then you'll have to hook them up, and you'll win a prize. Yea, those. I got bomberbags, Chris got bubbleeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Fried Ice Cream. Yummmmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Justin's place then to Alan's. Played at the playground near Alan's. I've been there with Esther Lua and - and - for a couple of times before. Miss those days. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for another interview session later with MrTan, Mr Lin, Lims, WeiHong, and Mr Daniel Lim's group. We're gonna' meet the POWS of wwII!! Ohmy. I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1945167931877494769?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1945167931877494769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1945167931877494769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1945167931877494769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1945167931877494769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/make-you-hear-symphony.html' title='Make you hear a symphony'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-601530052444717910</id><published>2007-04-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:51:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts move on.</title><content type='html'>Back!!!! I am back. Bet y'all miss me alot right. These few days, for not blogging. So tied down with the common tests. English was on Monday. EMaths yesterday. -I can do most of it, but yeah. Border line pass, maybe? And AMaths today! I completed all the questions okay. Like maybe I won't get them correct, but it's still a good thing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations, everyone! I did my 1.6km run during PE today. First time in 4 months okay. Like I skipped all the other PE lessons if any runs' taking place. Super tired please, and sweeeet Boyf accompanied me on my last round. Wasn't feeling well, so like vomited after that. All the digestive juices. Yucks. Gross, to-tal-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's our 2nd monthsary two days ago. Boyf got me an Everlast watch. Towned plus MrBean Holidays = lovessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5nHzJrgpaF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5nHzJrgpaF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShinEe. I'm sorry for neglecting you, always. Like whenever I'm in a bgr. I know you don't like it. And I feel super bad. Sorry sooorry! I promise I'll ask you out more often okay! Tell me you're not angry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having second thoughts about it. (Kay, at times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw -1's ~ and suddenly, I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 talked to me after so long. Just a little. But stilllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad about almost everything. Bgrs, friendships, studies. I don't treat my boyfriends well. I've been neglecting my friends. Super close girlfriends, to be exact. Although my studies are improving. But still, I feel that it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is baaaaad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-601530052444717910?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/601530052444717910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=601530052444717910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/601530052444717910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/601530052444717910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/hearts-move-on.html' title='Hearts move on.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-8876378594990979971</id><published>2007-04-01T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:19:59.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone identity mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY EVERYONE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This occasion is sucha cool thing. HaHA. I wanna' fool everyone single living thing in this whole wide world. Boyf is the number one victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(11:59 PM) ONGwuzhen /♥: Hmmmm Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) Silson-traded my: ?? Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: I went to view (name)'s friendster profile right..&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: Then like the feeling come back leh.&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) Silson-traded my: The feeling? What feeling?&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: Like i like him or what&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) Silson-traded my: &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rg6raSSwz9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbUIthQkwYg/s200/Sad_1171.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12:00 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rg6raSSwz9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbUIthQkwYg/s200/Sad_1171.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12:01 AM) Silson-traded my: &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rg6raSSwz9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbUIthQkwYg/s200/Sad_1171.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rg6raSSwz9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbUIthQkwYg/s200/Sad_1171.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12:01 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: Happy April Fool's Day.&lt;br /&gt;(12:01 AM) Silson-traded my: Ohmygod Suzhen. You really scare me sia.&lt;br /&gt;(12:01 AM) ONGwuzhen /♥: Love you Love you! &lt;/blockquote&gt;Boyf is soooo cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my msn chatlogs. And I still can't get over the fact that I used to type like thisxzxzx. And my msn nicks are all so bloody twit. HaHA. It's cool how people mature over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Boyf earlier on. Walked from Jalan Kayu back to SengKang. We're such diligent kids. Yea, totally. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to drink lots of water starting from today. My skin will be nicccer right! And I'll be a healthy girl. And from tomorrow onwards. No more late nights. Sleeping before 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I like chooooops! Those kiddy ones? So cute. Choppity chop.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-8876378594990979971?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/8876378594990979971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=8876378594990979971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8876378594990979971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/8876378594990979971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/04/gone-identity-mad.html' title='Gone identity mad.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rg6raSSwz9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SbUIthQkwYg/s72-c/Sad_1171.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-687056134342448583</id><published>2007-03-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:13:33.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The temptation to resist.</title><content type='html'>P came. That explains why I'm eating alot and having serious pms recently. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today is a goooooood day! Yeah yeah. Super. AMaths Class Test's totally shit. But ohwell, who cares right. The later part of the day is just great. Awwwesome man. Admin during Npcc, and I got to leave early to meet MrLin and the guys to discuss some interview questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MrLin is like whoper nice. Much much better than MrCc, who is he's half brother. And, whom many many girls in my school adore. Christiana and I sure got unique taste or something. Cause it's MrLin we find cute. Kay, maybe not that our taste is unique. He's seriously super ass cute. I swear to god I'm telling the truth. HaHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like used a teacher's car to fetch the PeiHwa Foundation director, together with MrLin and GuahLi. Met with the others (MrTCK, MrTYK, WeiHong, WenHao, Christiana, Justin.) at the PeiHwa Foundation. Started the interview at 5, and ended at 7plus. Afterwhich we went for dinner. Mr Tan Ck's treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Prata, then the guys had dessert at the DouHua shop. Oh my ass. We gossiped alot. With the 'Ban3' people, and MrTan Ck. Remember that I mentioned that I want to be a boy? Strike that off. I love to gossip, and shop. So yaaaaaah. Hoheho, boooooo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my precious sleeeep. My eyelids are heeeaaavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-687056134342448583?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/687056134342448583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=687056134342448583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/687056134342448583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/687056134342448583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/temptation-to-resist.html' title='The temptation to resist.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-7300142946245282025</id><published>2007-03-30T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T03:24:22.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that it's all said and done.</title><content type='html'>Yes! I've finally done my Chinese March Holiday assignments. Kay, it's suposed to be due long ago, but still I completed it okay! I've never ever done much holiday assignments in the past 1 or 2 years, know. Woooo hoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, look at the time now. 3 am already. I've failed my adopt-good-sleeping-habits plan. Oh! And boyf mentioned that my eyebags are smaller already. Yes! YEs! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems super high right. That happens when one was deprived of sleep? (What I learned in History. When Stalin uses sleep torture on his people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chemistry Common Test was quite okay. So many said that it's bloody easy. Oh well. I'm a humble bumble. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANANAS IN THE WORLD UNITE. PEEEEEEL BANANA. PEEL PEEEEL~&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. I should seriously get some sleep already. I'm feeling god damn high. HeHaHo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, a song before I go. Nicccccccccccccee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9qoWBeTahQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9qoWBeTahQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-7300142946245282025?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/7300142946245282025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=7300142946245282025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7300142946245282025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/7300142946245282025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-that-its-all-said-and-done.html' title='Now that it&apos;s all said and done.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-5202211353983728090</id><published>2007-03-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:40:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you is all I ever had.</title><content type='html'>So I ended up watching Carebears after finishing all of LittleLulu's. (There isn't much, y'see.) HaHA. How cute! Everyone should start watching cartoons seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my Chem Text home. And there's Common Test tomorrow. Friggin' hellll. I should go bang my head against the wall. Oh and I seriously shouldn't have told Boyf about it. Apparently, he didn't bring home his Text also. And he's feeling super stress now. I should chop my hands off (to stop me from typing), other than banging my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3 ulcers on my lips. Scream, PAAAAAaaaaain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at KouFu after school. Bought alot of swweeeets! And chocolates. It's been so long since I bought all these. What do you call these? Snacks? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Boyf, Lims, and I went to the playground! Did hundred situps. And we ran around like mad people. Scream like hell when we're playing 'Crocodile'. And I tried climbing here and there together with Boyf and Justin. How I wish I'm a boy maaaaann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. That explains my back aches and stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rgp6DySwz5I/AAAAAAAAARU/GD-Ac0IIa5M/s400/A_pedestrian_hit_my_car___by_ennil.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything you know, are all long gone.&lt;/center&gt;(I find this photo super artistic) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-5202211353983728090?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/5202211353983728090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=5202211353983728090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5202211353983728090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/5202211353983728090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/loving-you-is-all-i-ever-had.html' title='Loving you is all I ever had.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/Rgp6DySwz5I/AAAAAAAAARU/GD-Ac0IIa5M/s72-c/A_pedestrian_hit_my_car___by_ennil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1611362732393652084</id><published>2007-03-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:19:04.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the record keeps playing the same old song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046648210447516114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RglLzyIVwdI/AAAAAAAAARE/X4hSue5WO8Y/s200/lillulu.bmp" border="3" /&gt;Miss Lo's new haircut reminds me of Little Lulu. HaHA. How cute right. Yes, Sucha old show. But definitely one of the best. Like almost all the old cartoons are super, compared to those current ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhmygod. I'm starting to like Little Lulu already. Heheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating so many kinds of food now. It's a good thing my house doesn't keep much food. If not I'll be like the fattest kid in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XinYun gave me a packet of crackers during History today. Prorably cause of the fact that I doesn't have any close friends in my History class, I felt so loved. There's like this super warm feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique had lunch at Koufu. Then Boyf and I trained to JalanKayu for prata. Super nice please. Boyf ordered 4, 3for him and 1 for me. I finished mine just before he finished his 3rd. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock in my body must be going haywire already. I've been taking naps in the evening after coming home from school. Then wake up at 11 or 12. Sleeping at 3 or 4. Waking up for school at 6.30. I shall adopt good sleeping habits. And sleeping before 12 to reduce my gigantic eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone. Gooood. Don't ever come back. Fuck your whole family. Those people with AIDS shall do the job. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee, pee-por.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: OHOHOH!! Boyf found videos of Little Lulu on YouTube for me. Awww. I love him to bits okay. Kisssssses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1611362732393652084?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1611362732393652084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1611362732393652084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1611362732393652084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1611362732393652084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-record-keeps-playing-same-old-song.html' title='And the record keeps playing the same old song.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RglLzyIVwdI/AAAAAAAAARE/X4hSue5WO8Y/s72-c/lillulu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-910761194404138586</id><published>2007-03-27T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:48:42.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because sometimes forgetting is easier on the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BiwmOqup0g/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BiwmOqup0g/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been very efficient in blogging nowadays. Once I've hit the bed, I'm to lazy to get my bum off it. Spending lesser time sitting infront of the computer, being a couch potato, allows me more time to read. And I'm gonna' start jotting down nice phrases and good words in an excercise book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught TMNT with Boyf already. I like the turtles!! It turns out to be animations. I've always thought that it's like those SpiderMan movies. HaHA. And! SpiderMan3 is coming sooooon. I'm so gonna' catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the urge to buy clothes. And I've set my eyes on afew dresses, tops and bottoms just by window shopping. I. Am. Going. To. Save. And, go back to Vivo to get everything! I hope the sunburnt heels quickly, so that I can wear all those sleeveless tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I want a converse school shoe. The one with some pinks strips here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating alot nowadays. I feel so faaaaat! Shall go on a diet, starting tomorrow. Saving to buy a new specs. I want a pink one, preferably hooot pink, but I doubt there is any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seems so pink/ish now right. Eww. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go complete my zuo wen before sleeping. Look at the time now! I better be fast, if I want to get some sleep. Byebye my lovessss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-910761194404138586?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/910761194404138586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=910761194404138586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/910761194404138586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/910761194404138586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-sometimes-forgetting-is-easier.html' title='Because sometimes forgetting is easier on the heart.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-1010827072165814018</id><published>2007-03-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:05:49.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He goes left and you stay right, between the lines of fear and blame.</title><content type='html'>The sky is crying! HaHA. It's raining heavily. The perfect weather to be sleeping, tucked under the the comforter. This is making me tired already. Yes, SuZhen is sucha pig. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with old residents at Fernvale this morning, followed by lunch at the Prata shop with LaoBan, LaoLaoBan, HeiBan, and HeiBanNiang. We're so high and crazy. -Especially Christiana and me!! Kept joking and fooling around. It's fun working with them. And hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM in the afternoon. Failed my EMaths. It's so unfair!! They only took the marks from CT1 which I've done badly. If they've considered CT2 as well, I'll have passed all the subjects! But on the brighter note, there's like only 17 people who passed History in the whole level. AND I AM ONE OF THEM. Yes, I know you must be thinking, "Wth! You're so genius!" H-a-h. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf, KaiRen, and Gabriel came to my house, then headed to Boyf's house after I've prepared and all. Had dinner at the Minced meat noodle stall at HouGang. Say N-I-C-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Boyf's house. Slacked in his room, looking through his past photos. There's one when he's Primary 4/5, and still using the milk bottle. Cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used the bus back home, with my sweeeet Boyf accompanying. Anyway, I've gotton my contacts already. And everything to me now is so clear! The moon seems nicer, I can look at the bus numbers (W/o the guys always lying to me.), I can see words that are smaaaaall and faaaar away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf says it's better for me w/o wearing the contacts. I kept reading every banner/ leaflets/ anything. He must have felt so irritated. HaHA. And I saw something blur at the tree, which Boyf swears that he didn't. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my bed. The weather is goooooood. Byebyebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-1010827072165814018?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/1010827072165814018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=1010827072165814018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1010827072165814018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/1010827072165814018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-goes-left-and-you-stay-right-between.html' title='He goes left and you stay right, between the lines of fear and blame.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-2736549170340835287</id><published>2007-03-22T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:00:10.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So baby I'm going to walk away, but it's up to you to say how far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgKeWcyewQI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Yeu5u_Xw208/s320/z36790541.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words in your heart that you can't even explain.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been reading 'The Killing Hour' for awhile now. The disturbing scenes kept appearing in my mind. And probably due to this, I had a nightmare and didn't manage to sleep well the previous night. But seriously this book is awesome! Makes me wanna' be a Forensic Scientist again. HaHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The school conducted a firedrill exercise today. Everone wasn't taking it seriously. Like nobody even bothered to move when the alarm rang. It's only after our P gave instructions over the PA system that people started strolling out of the class. We're so gonna' die if a real fire break out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed to BoonKeng after school. Was supposed to go to BSS, but out names were not in the list, and we were already super late. So we left. Had bubble tea. Oreo chocolate is my current favourite. Niccceeeee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been coughing abit recently. It's doesn't feel good to be sick. Though I won't mind to be. I'm so tired recently. And if being ill allows me to skip school. I won't mind. Ha-Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like watching movies. And shooooopppingggg! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-2736549170340835287?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/2736549170340835287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=2736549170340835287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2736549170340835287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/2736549170340835287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-baby-im-going-to-walk-away-but-its.html' title='So baby I&apos;m going to walk away, but it&apos;s up to you to say how far.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgKeWcyewQI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Yeu5u_Xw208/s72-c/z36790541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-4691314983225076438</id><published>2007-03-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:00:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I said 'Go', I never meant away.</title><content type='html'>So, I've shifted blog. After not being able to view my previous one for 2days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First session of peer-tutoring programme starts today. My group was okay, considering that I'm not very close with anyone in my History class. All went well, though it's kinda awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMaths remedial after school. I seriously got to work alot harder. There's so much that I don't understand. And how can I ever get 11 points for my o's if my results are so bad. I've got to start revising already. But it's easier said than done. -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf went to the library to borrow books. Miraculously, yes. I am so pround of him.&lt;br /&gt;:D HaHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunburnt skins on my body started peeling already. It seems as if I've contracted some weird disease. And this ugly peelings mean that I can only wear tee shirts or long sleeves. Something which doesn't show my shoulder blades too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had been cooking for two consecutive days!! It's been so long since I've had home-cooked food. And these are definitely loves. Way better than those packed food. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xQGimvOFl6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xQGimvOFl6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He's supposed to be here by now. I wonder how he'll look like. I wonder how he'll grow up to be. Who will he resemble more? What would've happened if I've decided to keep him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-4691314983225076438?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/4691314983225076438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=4691314983225076438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4691314983225076438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/4691314983225076438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-i-said-go-i-never-meant-away.html' title='When I said &apos;Go&apos;, I never meant away.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209329609615580899.post-620834016753788920</id><published>2007-03-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:39:05.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She says she doesn't care, but the look in her eyes. -It tells a different story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgAGXcyewKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Gj5j7TaApOc/s200/th_letgo.png" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgAGXMyewJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9bacjFsRPak/s200/ICONATOR_3d6a57e87b79a743ffdf74b5671a7a5c.gif" border="3" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044038621244342450" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgAGZsyewLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IxG4Ynxudq4/s200/z43518421.jpg" width="100" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look hard. There's always a reason behind everything.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. What would have become of us if I've said no. Would we still be like how we used to be, or would we distant? If time is able to turn back, would I still agree to it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a name, a status there, means that you're mine. That is, for as long as we stead. Things that you do, and things that you don't, I have the rights to get angry, jealous, pissed. If you've been paying a lil' more attention to me, you should have realised what caused my moodswings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the past, I've got no rights to attitude you, cause you were just a friend. And therefore, I controlled myself. All the emotions that were running through my mind. But things are different now. And to me, it's better off to be how it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm struggling already. It's hard to keep everything to myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ShinEe, you've said that you want to meet me more often, during weekdays too. I miss you so much. Baby, meet up soon okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3209329609615580899-620834016753788920?l=screamforhate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/feeds/620834016753788920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209329609615580899&amp;postID=620834016753788920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/620834016753788920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209329609615580899/posts/default/620834016753788920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamforhate.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-says-she-doesnt-care-but-look-in.html' title='She says she doesn&apos;t care, but the look in her eyes. -It tells a different story.'/><author><name>Ong Su Zhen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14720841333782008837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B0bv6GYI0h0/RgAGXcyewKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Gj5j7TaApOc/s72-c/th_letgo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
